change the world

when enough people believe in love, the world changes...

wanna change the world?

remembering unconditional love

unconditional love was an old woman born 1/14/1898 who chased me with a soft boiled egg on a spoon, a bagel covered in cream cheese, and chocolate milk every morning...

true love is a dream

true love is a dream two people share when they are awake...

blew a good one

three days forward, three days back, birthing memories that i lost track of the love that i still lack, sad, happy, not on the beaten track, like ghosts, the two who loved me most, almost, maybe, were born within six days and a year apart, like art, and all that's left, bereft, is the broken heart...

i may have been a genius but, i was not very smart...

you just had to

start again, many times, maybe you'll remember rhymes, and the love, long ago, don't tell me you didn't know that it would always be, you had to know... cuz you knew me... sheesh :)

where it all began

the messages to the people of the past (ghosts, perhaps, but living somewhere out of my particular known universe, so ghosts to me), the heart songs no one cares to hear anymore (like cherish is the word, sunshine of my life, or if it takes forever..., for example), the true love that never ends (you know, don't they know it's the end of the world and other rhetorical questions), but has nowhere to go when the inspiration (dream lover?), the person inspiring the heart songs (all i ever needed, was the one), no longer listens and worse, cuts off all contact, moves, and leaves no forwarding address (return to sender) as if i am some sort of pariah or evil beast that must be avoided at all costs (though i have no idea what the little drummer boy has to do with it, rum pa pa pum)... yes, the love never dies (see?... ghost), it only dissolves into emo lost in the manic madness of babble (except here, where the words that capture the agony of defeat and rejection and spiritual death is expressed in exquisite clarity in babbling brevity)... so where do i begin to tell the story of how great a love can be?... well certainly not in babbling brevity, sheeesh...

narf :)

what?

and still wanna party all the time party all the time party all the time and yet, still wondering wandering on my semi-quixotic quest for someone to love love love (with the obligatory shock value and babble just (just?... is there really any justice in this world?... never mind this distraction, get the point already) to keep us on our toes… and real… you can’t know it all, but you must…

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Logan Belle - 2AM Song