Hambil
I AM A GOLDEN GOD
That for the first time in a long time I am drunk. It really is the only way I would post again in this hole is it not?
And what does this mean? Not much I suppose, other than I am not dead. By the time you read this the moment will have passed, and requests for music, poetry, prose, will be too late as the drunken muse will be dead, or buried at least.
So I shall write what I write and you shall have to live with what you get. First, the words that came immediately to mind when I found myself drunk:
And so it was that Nilfred Gangie awoke to a New World. And from the corner of his too small eye came a too small tear. For one can not envision a New World without imagining, even knowing, the destruction of the old, and the cost to be paid.
With that (because an opening paragraph, imagining the horror of Ben Franklin or George Washington as they realized both the dream and the cost, for one does not come without the other and you cannot be smart enough to see one without the other - such is natures curse) was what first sprung to mind, transformed into the beginning of the genre I love, science fiction and fantasy, was all that came to me - perhaps someday more will come. and I will not need to be drunk to access it - I move on, to a song/poem about our new owner, Mentalist.
I say song song/poem because you cannot hear the music in my head that goes with these words, which is sad, but I hope perhaps you hear your own music, which satisfies you.
Why not believe in me?
What have I done, to make you think
I would not be
The man I dreamed
The man you see
When you look, really look at me?
Yes I have a past
Yes I have been wrong
But I can see and I believe in things beyond
those things put right in front of me
There is a higher purpose here
A stronger reason here
And maybe you laugh
Maybe you joke
But so the torch is finally passed and here I am and here I go
And if it where you can you really say you'd know just what to do?
I am the best of you, and you know that.
I do what I can do, and you know that.
I do what I must do, and you know that.
And if you ever wonder why I've "changed", ask yourself...
Do you want me, or do you want the dream
If you think it's easy filling her small shoes, you are a fool.
And what does this mean? Not much I suppose, other than I am not dead. By the time you read this the moment will have passed, and requests for music, poetry, prose, will be too late as the drunken muse will be dead, or buried at least.
So I shall write what I write and you shall have to live with what you get. First, the words that came immediately to mind when I found myself drunk:
And so it was that Nilfred Gangie awoke to a New World. And from the corner of his too small eye came a too small tear. For one can not envision a New World without imagining, even knowing, the destruction of the old, and the cost to be paid.
With that (because an opening paragraph, imagining the horror of Ben Franklin or George Washington as they realized both the dream and the cost, for one does not come without the other and you cannot be smart enough to see one without the other - such is natures curse) was what first sprung to mind, transformed into the beginning of the genre I love, science fiction and fantasy, was all that came to me - perhaps someday more will come. and I will not need to be drunk to access it - I move on, to a song/poem about our new owner, Mentalist.
I say song song/poem because you cannot hear the music in my head that goes with these words, which is sad, but I hope perhaps you hear your own music, which satisfies you.
Why not believe in me?
What have I done, to make you think
I would not be
The man I dreamed
The man you see
When you look, really look at me?
Yes I have a past
Yes I have been wrong
But I can see and I believe in things beyond
those things put right in front of me
There is a higher purpose here
A stronger reason here
And maybe you laugh
Maybe you joke
But so the torch is finally passed and here I am and here I go
And if it where you can you really say you'd know just what to do?
I am the best of you, and you know that.
I do what I can do, and you know that.
I do what I must do, and you know that.
And if you ever wonder why I've "changed", ask yourself...
Do you want me, or do you want the dream
If you think it's easy filling her small shoes, you are a fool.
