Tangent for the Tangible

Greetings, Lately I have been mainly just typeing up poems from my notebook, so I decided to have a little change of pace. Today I watched a video that I found underneith a bunch of stuff, curious, I decided to pop it in the VCR. As the first frame of color lit up on the TV screen, I heard his voice. Robin, my stepdad...I heard his voice. I haven't had that opportunity since...well it seems like almost yesterday now. Though I never actually got to see him in the family video, that was still him behind the camera, still him talking...laughing. This was so hard to watch, knowing his is dead now. I remember at one point in the video, I saw his reflection in a window. It was him...alive. It doesn't take much until an entire ocean of realization presses down on you to know, how much you really miss someone. People take everything like it's going to be remade tommorow, or rebuilt just like it was to begin with. The truth is, nothing is like that. Sure it can be replaced to an extent, but never refilled entirely. There will always be that empty void, or a slightly misshapen puzzel peice. It phisically can never be the same thing it was. And I konw I am never going to be the same person I was then. Yes, I am me- breathing, speaking, and alive me. But never, will I see the same family I saw before, or even look mirror, and see the same face. Now matter how much the wound is candy coated- apearing to be just another regular, happy peice of flesh, that doesn't dissolve the fact that there is infact still a wound had. If all of my metaphorical nonsense is making no sense to you, then I suppose I could just say it plain and simple. I can't cover up the real emotion forever.

You Died

Yet another poem/most likely lyrics for you guys to check out. Hope you like it.

"You Died"

Far out on the horizon
you left yourself to die
burried deep decide to float
make your way into the sky
half way up you change your mind
started to dive down
giant hand grabbed you be the foot
guess it's never mind
because of your deep hesitance
expect god to be mad
but he already expected this
aparently it was "god's plan"
Since we all do glitches
they aren't really glitches
how could god smite us
for mistake he already knew?
that'd make god a hipocrite
and all the angels of bitch stew
Even I, let my pen slip
I named god a man
god has no genitals
even though god knows god can
Trust a book from the sweat of a lyer
Feed the beast metal and paper
into god's bank account
sum it up with your job
passing out chained god flyers