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Monday, August 01, 2005

Hanging like a sine wave through the years, its always been the same crests and troughs.

It never changes.

Re-offender indeed.

In all my relationships, in all my duties, in all my life.

I am the Re-offender, always re-offended, always re-offending, forever cursed with this exceptional ability to raise the shadows of the past and bring black darkness upon whatever new light that shines.

But that's because light is illusory, light is of no substance. I am the re-offender beause Light is im-material, it has no matter and no weight to itself. Inconsequential, if you like it.

Therefore who would be so imbecilic as to have faith in light? If the physical manifestation of light is so transient, so temporal, what more the metaphorical conceptions of light?

Are not hope and dream and promise and love-blasted love- mere flashes of impermanent brilliance, sparks from that grindstone of deception that so quickly fizzle and fade?

No, the rock we are founded on is one of despair and the need to accept brutal reality.

The reality that hits us again and again and again.

Denial and delusion-these are the true form of the light of hope, its very core. How seductive hope is! So beautiful and attractive a facade it bears, with the fanged jaws of reality concealed behind, slavering and waiting to rend and tear vulnerable, soft, human imagination and dream.

I foresee more sleepless nights.

Nothing compares to you- but to what avail do I struggle, and to what effect are my prayers?

posted by baron at 7:19 PM

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Re-Offender, by Travis

Keeping up appearances
Keeping up with the Joneses
Fooling my selfish heart
Going through the motions

But I'm fooling myself

I'm fooling myself

'Cause you say you love me
And then you do it again
You do it again
You say your sorry's
And then you do it again
You do it again


Everybody thinks you're well
Everybody thinks I'm ill
Watching me fall apart
Falling under your spell
But you're fooling yourself
You're fooling yourself


'Cause you say you love me
And then you do it again
You do it again
You say your sorry's
And then you do it again
You do it again
And again and again and again and again

Oh
But you're fooling yourself
You're fooling yourself
'Cause you say you love me
And then you do it again
You do it again
You say your sorry's
Then you do it again
You do it again

You say you love me
And then you do it again
You do it again
You say your sorry's
Then you do it again
You do it again

And again

and again

and again

and again

posted by baron at 7:15 PM

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