welcome to the next installment of the Eadie show

unfortunately (or fortunately, whichever you prefer) i have no new songs to post - note, that's no new songs to post, not no new songs!

um, but yeah, mostly i want to continue work on the story im writing, so poems/songs will be few and far between... but nobody seems to like those anyway

well, maybe i lied, here is a short poem about the malls during holiday times

people walking every direction
some with purpose, some without
stopping to spy at the window's delight
or perhaps the sample person in front of the food stores
only to pick up a food, taste, and nod approvingly...
with no real intention of bothering to actually make a purchase
i watch this for several momments
everyone nods, no one does not
we are creatures of habbit

the halls are crowded
the stores are crowded
the parking lots are crowded
my head is crowded
these people, they are lifeless to me
just little bots, roaming from place to place
...purposeless
we are creatures of habbit

ok, signing out

but like always... good luck with life

p.s. Amber and I have been together for 1 month and 1 day... and i see her again in 1 day... I love you girl

if you can understand what this means without me telling you...
you're good

Don's Mourning Light

Wake from fallen forms of festered shadows in the morning
feel the freedom figting for a chance to face the sun
believe in the whispers of the demons in your earlobe
fight a battle from so much pain, it never should have begun

Kiss them all awake
Don
Why don't you kiss them while they wake
You alone can stop this ending
You alone can take it back
Don why are you afraid?
Don why are you afraid?
Kiss them all awake

He drinks the draught of delerious dispair
a darkened dandy brandy dwelling pit
buzzing still trough the air
a lingered buzz upon his fingertips, oppressing lips
they drink the bottle bare

and so still the women wait
and look how still they are
still waiting for a chance to speak
to wake up and see the sun
but for the frozen happiness
a borrowed kiss
not happiness
they stab their little babys before they are even born

So kiss them Don
Kiss them all awake
Don
Why don't you kiss for what's at stake
The mourning's yours
The morning's yours
The day will dawn before you fall
You fall like the demon you are
Across uncharted depths
Yes, uncharted though familiar
You like death

Another wiff of blessed air
a buzzing here as well
Neverending happiness
wedded bliss
a joyful kiss
no this is not happiness
falling through the air
AND SO STILL THE LADIES WAIT
THE WOMEN WAIT
HOW STILL THEY WAIT
stabbing fresh blood from their frozen lips
but not the lips that wait the kiss
they stab their little babys before they are even born
kiss them all awake

YOU ALONE CAN STOP THIS ENDING
YOU ALONE CAN TAKE IT BACK
fighting fire with more fire
leads to sudden heart attack

DRINK MORE DON YOU COWARD
FIGHT MORE YOU SICK OLD FUCK
WAFT THAT BREEZE YOURSELF CREATED
SNIFF THAT COCAIN UP YOUR BUTT

So kiss them Don
Kiss them all awake
Don
Why don't you kiss for what's at stake
The mourning's yours
The morning's yours
They day will dawn before you fall
You fall like the demon that you are
across uncharted depths
Yes, uncharted though familiar
You like death
Kiss them all awake
Don
Why don't you kiss them while they wake
You alone can stop this ending
You alone can take it back
Don why are you afraid?
Don why are you afraid?
Kiss them all awake

Music:

it is not a theory book
it cannot be taught
but it has to be learned
the teacher is yourself

it is an art
there is no wrong answer
and there is only one real critic
yourself

if it feels right, it IS right
it is not a sin
but it can be a prayer
no matter who toward

you cannot be told how to play it
or how to listen to it
you cannot be told what to play
or what to listen to

if you like it, that means it is good
if you don't like it, that means nothing
other than the fact that you don't like it
who are you to be the judge of someone's feelings

music can have words
even if it has no lyrics
music can make noise
even when there is no sound

Music is what you want it to be
it is who you want it to be
it is when you want it to be
and it is WHY you want it to be

music gets me high
music gets me low
music gets me: me
music gets me

I am one of those boys that is not "like all the other boys"
this is in good ways, and bad ways
but the one thing that you will never be able to say about me is that I'm just like everybody else
becuase that would be a damn lie

I need to write something again
it has been too long
iv decided im gonna have a picture on all of my entries now, so i need a good one

 yeah so, every sunday i have been taking a walk through downtown fort worth, its not very crowded, so its fun and reflective, you feel so small looking up at all the buildings
but now, thanks to that, i have stopped letting other things affect me
it feels good

Good luck with life

http://www.youtube.com/v/uk2sPl_Z7ZU

the world should have killed me when it had the chance because im going to hit it so hard that hell is going to feel my fist strike the dirt and heaven will see the dust

there is no dawn for my humility, for how can i have any in the face of advesaries who don't know the word?  I will make God weep and Satan run... and i am not afraid to say it

if you are out there, let us do this, let us be free of this monkey on our back, let us not lose who we are, let us dance

believe in the strength in you, and believe in the strength in me, we can do this, we all can do this

i am on fire with the passion that is this momment
i am electric with the life that is this body
i am cold only on the day that i lie dead

i am Eadie
hear me roar

Life is like alchohol:

Sometimes it goes down like brandy
Sometimes it goes down like whiskey

either way, it still winds up satisfying you in the end

and if you have too much of it, you will pass out

~good luck with life

UPDATED!!!

so, from only two days  (albeit long days) at work, i have already learned alot
first of all, the divorce of the mind from the body is very interesting, it is amazing what you can quickly forget and just let your body take contol of... you forget how much pain you are in, you forget what blisters you just popped, you forget how you don't know what the people around you are saying, even when they are speaking in English, you forget how heavy that thing in your hand is, whatever it is... all those things are temporary... you don't forget the heat, the heat stays

He sees a girl, and wonders if she feels the same
She sees a boy and doesn't even know his name
He walks on by, eyes looling at the ground
She walks on by, wondering if he will make a sound

It's a dream, a guilty form of their perception
It's a fake, and they both will miss the day
Turn around, pick a feeling, shout it, show it, prove you mean it
And don't take back all of those things you didn't say

He says "hey", obviously a little shy
She smiles at him and looks him in the eye
He says he has to go, and is not seen again that day
She says goodbye and turns to walk the other way

He turns around, runs up, grabs her by the arms
She looks surprised but is pleased at his new charms
He tries to kiss her now, the whole school can see them there
She pulls away, but gives him a rather guilty stare

It's a dream, a guilty form of their perception
It's a fake, and they both will miss the day
Turn around, pick a feeling, shout it, show it, prove you mean it
And don't take back all of those things you didn't say

Will they ever face the truth, or just be twisted by this irony
He feels for her, bt she just wants to be friends
He's home at night, searching for a happy ending
Scrambling around just to tie up lose ends.

It's a dream, a guilty form of their perception
It's a fake, and they both will miss the day
Turn around, pick a feeling, shout it, show it, prove you mean it
And don't take back all of those things you didn't say

And lessons are the key to every goal I will achieve
I will achieve

Yeah, so I don't really cry... like at all.
I can see the saddest thing, or you can do the worst possible act to me, but the only time I will shed a tear, is when I have to yawn... Proof that I do indeed make tears, physically enabeling me to cry.  I just simpy don't.

Just a quick note here... I noticed that xanga now has a feature to where if you cant come up with something to put in your blogs, they have a "topic of the day" that you can choose to blog about.  I believe this only facilitates the internet's complete syphening of human creativity, while I always admired xanga for facilitating it.  Although, sadly, I think xanga may be dying... I think xanga is being overlooked for the completely STUPID and MINDLESS sites known as Facebook and Myspace.  And the sad thing is, even on those sites, if you put up anything longer than a small paragraph, it will be completely overlooked.

By making itself more technologically advanced, the world is destroying itself.  I can't believe that I can say that there have been TREAMENDOUS leaps and bouns SINCE I HAVE BEEN BORN.  I wish the world would simply stay as it was, and that scientists would simply back off for now.

Well, for those of you who actually give a crap and are reading this.  Lemme see what I can find in the old notebook here, ya know, a bit o' poetry... for people like Donna who don't actually want to read this, you can just skip to below all the red text. lol, no offense sweetie.

Here we go, something a little bouncy and goofy... a step away from my usual stuff, honestly, I prefer to make people laugh than feel sad... if you like to laugh, you may enjoy this one:

Witness Protection Program

Would you still remember me
If I had to change my name
You're the incarnation of my dreams
But things will never be the same

I watched him try to kill you
But you don't know who I am
Now he is trying to kill ME
So I had to move to Japan
I have a different house
and I have a different car
But I fell in love with you
And I don't know who you are

Would you still remember me
If I had to change my name
You're the incarnation of my dreams
But things will never be the same

I swear to tell the truth
The whole truth so help me God
But that girl standing there
Yeah her, man she gets me hot
Oh, your honor, he tried to stab her
With what looked to be a knife
But I have a question for the plaintif
Ma'am will you be my wife?

Would you still remember me
If I had to change my name
You're the incarnation of my dreams
But things will never be the same

I'm living in the witness protection program
So I can't tell you my name, I can't say who I am
But there is one question worth risking my life to convey
If I asked you on a date, tell me, what would you say?

When I saw you standing there
Just before the man attacked
You gave me a smile
How should I interpret that?
You are the most beautiful woman
That I have ever met
It was me who sent you flowers
While they were sewing up your neck

Would you still remember me
If I had to change my name
You're the incarnation of my dreams
But things will never be the same

So yeah, that was that, hahaha, maybe worth at least a chuckle.
But sometimes, it feels like I'm in that kinda situation...
Obviously not literally, but just you know
I feel like I can sometimes be a stranger to someone that I care alot about
I guess that is just one of those things that happens to us every now and then.

That is all for now
I guess I better close this out in my traditional fashion:

~good luck with life

I have some damn good friends
I mean, how lucky with my friends could I get?
I'm not used to a big deal being made out of my birthday, but you guys are so awesome, this was the best birthday week of my life.

Thanks all.

Ok, that was phase one...
Phase two involves moving past where I am at...
looking forward

I need something to say...
I'll figure it out soon...
People don't like reading my poems and stories on here...
So I will have to occupy this space with something else somehow.

~Good Luck With Life (TM)

yes, this counts as my birthday post

I am ready.

I am ready to accept my place.
My place as the one that gets kicked, as the one that gets told what to do, as the one that gets told how I feel, as the one that gets his life figured out before he even figures it out himself.  I am glad I have such great friends.  I am glad I have friends that are so better than me.  If not for them, seriously what would I do?  Becuase every choice I make comes out wrong.  I don't know when to quit.  I don't know how to solve my problems.  I don't know how to live.  But I have friends who are better than me.  They can figure that stuff out for me.
I am ready to breathe a new breath into this shattered body.  A breath that is complacent, calm, acquiescent even.
I am ready to no longer be me, but instead, to be something somebody tells me to be.  I am ready to stop rebelling, stop being a bad boy, stop being over the top, stop being that guy that everyone loves to hate.

And if you believe all that... I have some ocean front property in Arizona to sell you

good luck with life