Over the mountains

and where do we go on this little journey of ours? we choose the most interesting path to nowhere. we stare at sunsets, and twilight for the short times they're given to us. but at some point the paths just disappear. there's nothing to worry about though. paths do nothing but lead us to the end. I'm not ready for that quite yet, so you can keep to your path. I've got nowhere to be soon, but i'm sure your path will meet me again, so keep on goin, and i'm stayin here. staring at sunrises, til i find a path i really wanna follow. and i don't think that's happening any time soon.

... a note: I'm intentionally leaving my posts vague, and so everyone understands a bit more of where posts are coming from in the future. I'm posting my own thoughts that i'm having, and the music that i'm linking was the soundtrack for those thoughts. the first paragraph of my posts is my own writing. the second paragraph is either a quote from a sample or lyric used on the album posted. the title and link are song titles. i claim no authorship of anything, but what i have just defined as my own original work, that I post.

Jog in the desert

A new pulse from a dead heart?

Derek, Josh and Jeremy from Dead Hearts have picked up the pieces and formed a new band,Old Ghost. I can't say its to far off from where they ended but that isn't a bad thing. Sing alongs,retrospective and heartfelt lyrics,catchy riffs,its all there as you might expect from where these guys come from but Im finding this new band to be a bit darker at times. The band has made this release free both by download and streaming on their bandcamp page. Take some time and check it out.

Old Ghost Bandcamp Download

blind man at mystic lake

just let it all fall around you. breathe in the failure of wisdom and instead only question yourself. only in the true depths do we find our truth, and around the beauty of others see very little color of life. don't let knowledge control you, because without failure wisdom will never be gained. and it crashes, bringing you deeper in. and soon very little is left, when there are no questions left. but what is there to search for now? the question only repeats itself until fear devours you. only a fool believes ignorance is bliss, because he has no other definition of happiness. and a new questions appears. does any of it truly matter? for all the knowledge gained, do i even care for happiness? have i found comfort in this? have i found comfort in this? why have i not found comfort in any of this?

"Sky I cant find it in my home,

I cant find it in my heart.

You told me, don't worry love"

Self Portrait

Head extensions

to the astral planes we descend from tonal purity, there is nothing here, there is nothing. from the concept of time erupts thoughts of greater things. there is no despair, time is only theory, life only a thought. we're asking all the wrong questions. to slight fate remains the only sin. to not for the sake of happiness, be happy. we must remember that time only exists because we believe it does. we measure by standards that answer to no standard of their own, and claim we are not the foolish ones.

i mean it's all extensions of what's coming out of my head, and you've got to remember that you've got to have it inside your head to get it out at all anyway, and the equipment isn't actually of thinking of what to do any of the time, it couldn't control itself.

God is on the telephone.

One crazy drug trip or an album review?

There before me a great mountain.Emerald green heaps of earth somehow fallen from the sky. A long voyage over only to be replaced by another and another. The voice of a thunderous god above me

"Drop out of Life with Bong in Hand
Follow the Smoke toward the Riff filled Land
Drop out of Life with Bong in Hand
Follow the Smoke toward the Riff filled Land
Proceeds the Weedian, Nazareth
Proceeds the Weedian, Nazareth"

Spiraling backwards,a force I do not know. This word is law,it is all I know.

Follow that smoke...