...Bert and Ernie..

No words necessary.

...dream within a dream...

I was walking down the green fields
Saw a bright light flash over the sky
My steps were mired in mud
Dragging the earth with me
A burning brightness seared the clouds
The wind blew hurt into my face
Screaming, howling, whipping
My eyes were closed as I ran
Clutching my chest to feel my beat
I was empty inside, a shell of nothing
The sun touched down and shattered
I swore I could pick up the pieces
They only laughed at me and melted away
Everything I ever hated in a puddle
The sky was now dark and quiet
I could see my reflection even in blackness
I stood for many days and nights
Stood still like stone til I cracked
The anxieties and sadness rippling away
Then, the earth opened up and swallowed me
I was consumed by dirt and corpses
I sank into darkness again
I laid there under earth biding my time
I dreamed inside of my dream
I begged and begged to be free
Yet, still as a stone I lay
Then, a hand reached in and grabbed mine
Pulled me free from my earthly tomb
I had no voice to gasp or speak
I fell to my knees and looked up
I could not see a person or spirit
As I looked into the night sky
I think to myself, was I dreaming?
How I have these dreams within dreams
Worlds beyond galaxies and imagination
I shake my thoughts and get to my feet
It was not the world I was taken from
I walked on into the alien landscape
With some sort of purpose I wander
What felt like eternity was only a few blinks
I walked and walked and walked
My chest became heavy and tired
I wished to stop and sleep
I felt there was no end to this nightmare
I laid down upon the desert sand and look!
The sky was a dazzling kaleidoscope
Filled with beautiful colors and shapes
I laughed at myself for dreaming such ridiculousness
My eyes grew heavy and the colors persisted
I could no longer relent and I slipped away
I dreamed for what seemed like ages
and I opened my eyes and groaned
I was home all along.

...because it's Saturday...

...contemplation...

It has finally happened. The long waiting period, the changes necessary, and the growth mentally. After puttering around the first half or so of 2009, I'm finally cracking the books. Constantly checking my schedule for homework, reading up on my material, and writing papers. The first week or so was a stumbling block. I felt like I couldn't sit still to do enough work. I couldn't approach the thought processes necessary to write in different perspectives. It was the rust on my brain holding me back. The 7 years since high school gone stale. Then, just a few days ago, I found my space and rhythm. It's been a smooth ride since. I'm beginning to relish the challenge and I'm beginning to want more than they can offer this semester.
Now, practically mid-coitus with another transitional phase, I'm merely biding my time. I wont be here in the OC much longer will all you folks. I know it's a sad thing leaving, but the grip of the bubble will fade soon enough. The day I leave OC, add some miles between me and her, and settle in my new territory, I will be able to sigh and sink in my chair. I will truly miss all my friends and family, but who is to live my life?
I had a dream last night that I was packing up and all my friends were there watching me. Nobody was helping, which was odd, because it was at the same time I was trying to load up the heaviest items. They were all expressionless, but numbered, and I could only look back as I was in the process and see the lack of emotion. Then, I realized, they didn't even have faces. They were just figures, shells of themselves, not even souls. I, then, turned to my truck and realized it was overflowing and I was about to be beset by my own furniture. It came tumbling, crashing, splintering, and crushing me. I lay there on the driveway, the hard blacktop, and I looked up from my place. They had moved closer and were leaning in. Yet, no faces. Silhouettes and outlines surrounded me. I couldn't move, I couldn't scream, I couldn't reach. They were coming for me. Their hands reached out and got closer until the light blotted out from their palms. It became very dark and I closed my eyes to let it be swift. Then, nothing. I finally wake up in my own bed with both arms straight out in front of me to stop the hands. The hands of my friends coming for my soul.
Is that what it was?

...Beethoven...

A man scoffed at and reviled
His last days spent in anger
His world of music diminishing
The sounds of joy fading away
A man consumed by his instrument
Destroyed by his flaws
Many a night he must have died
His temper smoldering in fury
He beat on the piano keys
Day by day, it mutes ever more
Finally, peace was found
Despite the audience's confusion
By his final works of chaos
Confusion and Horror
This man finally died
As a storm broke out
His last breath lives on forever

Now came a man. A man by the name of Karajan. His spirit and ferocity match the anger of Beethoven. Enjoy.