To find where I belong. Not a place, but some long, long road. It winds its way up to the very stars and spirals into the depths of the ocean. It careens though lush forests and over the most destitute of deserts. It is my heart beat, it is my home.
Background
I don't remember being born. I do remember simplicity though.
Wide pastures and simple towns. Stifling suburbs. Highways and alleyways. An ever growing beast of a thing, wild and yearning in a junkyard cage...
Philosophy
Listen though you're unheard. Love though you are unloved. Strive because you yearn to have a caliber about yourself, not to be seen or for others' pleasure. Too much is ephemeral in this world. Too much is vanity. Wage war on ignorance.
Hobbies
In my mind, I'm always chasing after art. I breathe music. I consume experience, and I drink in color. I dream about silence. I pray. And in the end, I live.
Amanda you have a real touch for extracting beauty out of what I percieve to be the tragic failures of modern society. I relate to it in a deep way like in Leap of Misonthrapy and Acid Backround. Also your newest poem Dusk brings up my memories of many moments like the one you describe. Those fleeting moments of perfect transcendent and often tragic beauty that just often enough pass untold. With regard to your latest journal,, The passing beauty of our own tragedies are not in vain. When the body of my writing becomes that faded street in Acid Backround, the beauty of it often escapes me. Nothing least forever thank God. This road is fraught with golden beckoning demons.
Don't be fooled. This gift you have is not yours forever.
thanks well i really liked Acid Bacground and The sound of drums was my first ever peom and my teachers told me about this site and said post some of my work
