Frustration

Sometimes I can’t open my eyes, the day is not my friend
Some days it’s so much harder to try, than it is to just pretend
Everything comes around and always fades away in time
and all the secrets that you hide, haunt my broken rhyme

The path I see before my feet is twisting in my head
The sky may look serene and blue, but I can see it turning red
All around me there is nothing more than barren fallow ground
I’d break these chains of fear and run, but I know you’d track me down

Streams of consciousness, self inflicted medication
Scenes of bitterness, in empty meditation.
Only loneliness is true emancipation
Only everything, insanity…or maybe just frustration.

Set your focus on the prize you hope you’ll someday win
See the ending, from the point of no return where you begin
Only dreams will stand apart from where you once were young
All the anger that you keep inside until that day will come

They say the devil runs this place, and hell is what you make it
Blinding us with fear and bullshit, but we ain’t gonna take it
Give us back our nation, stop treating her like a whore
We’ll teach our children better ways, just like we did before.

stifled and incomplete

Have you ever felt that way? You know, like everything that you do is just so inconsequential that you must be missing something…on the wrong track? Those feelings can turn into deep depression for some people, and rage in others. Any way you slice it, left unchecked you’ll have an unhappy soul.

Well, this website is my out. My vehicle to keep from becoming a serial killer, or semi-suicidal goth drone. Nope. Not me folks. Instead, I’ll pour all of that crap out here…and you can suffer instead. My gain will be your pain.

In all seriousness though, I’d like to think that what I will share here will be entertaining, interesting, and worthwhile. My ultimate goal is to take that which is within, and pass it on…through word, music, photos and any other medium which I can squeeze into my web space.

Yes, it will make me feel better. It will help with the incompleteness, and the feeling that the creativity within is stuck there…trying to escape. Trying to be shared. Trying to take on a life of its own.

But more than that, I hope it will make you feel…something. Better? Maybe. Mad? Acceptable…I bring that out in people sometimes. Filled with joy? OK, let’s not go to extremes…if that’s what you are looking for here, get the hell out now.

Most important, maybe it will start a few dialogs. Perhaps a few friends will be made in the process. Please feel free to comment, share and disagree. Re-Tweet me on Twitter…if only to scorn, that’s OK too. I am not looking for fans.

At the end of the day, I’m doing this…writing, singing, shooting pictures and video…to be me. And at the end of your day, my hope is that you will do whatever it is that will make you…well, You.

Be good to one another. Jamie