of Fear and Dust

Ain’t The End

zack — Sat, 11 Apr 2009 16:04:04 +0000

You walk with me through the dead of night
Down an empty street full of moonlight
Take my hand and with your old cold smile you say

This ain’t the end
You may have lost a lover but you’ve still got friends
<>
This ain’t the end
You know there’ll be another but <>…

[Another song that didn't go anywhere, but I've got the melody worked out.]

Alright Tonight

zack — Mon, 30 Mar 2009 04:08:00 +0000

Sittin in a coffee shop,
Chillin’ with your friends
The stories told the laughter shared
You hope that there’s no end
In sight tonight
it’s alright, tonight

Going out goin downtown
Goin clubbin with your mates
You may be all alone
But your pals all have their dates
Bright lights tonight
it’s alright, tonight

[Unfinished song]

What Once Was

zack — Mon, 30 Mar 2009 04:04:25 +0000

“It’s been a while since I’ve picked this up,” he thought to himself, reaching for his pocket notebook now looking just a bit under-the-weather, its black cover graying and pages starting to fray. “I wonder what dreams it holds,” he continued, removing the stale elastic and opening the cover, “what memories of old, what images from another life.”

The book was one very dear to him; a place for his thoughts, his mind, his words, though now to him it was no more than a worn-out husk, no more the powerful spark of life of joy of inspiration that once resembled its author so– the book, like its owner now but a foggy reflection of what in a better it once held.

The words contained therein were not particularly clever or insightful in any grand sense of the terms, but they were his words, and that’s what made them mighty.

And so he sat, and read. And read, and dove ever deeper into the mystery that is somber reminiscence at What Once Was.

[No idea what this is.]

Summer Love

zack — Fri, 06 Feb 2009 10:02:13 +0000

When the winter gets you down
And your life just seems a drag
You gotta find something new to hold
And that’s your summer love

A Good Day

zack — Sun, 01 Feb 2009 09:58:54 +0000

(1)
Oh this day today (this day today)
Is lovely and fair (lovely and fair)
The sky is clear and blue (sky is clear and blue)
The wind blows in my hair (wind blows in my hair)

And then you called me up
Told me you’d be there
I know it’s gonna be a good day

(2)
With the arcing swish of the wiper
As steady as a metronome
Soon I know my journey will be over
And I’ll be heading home

And then you called me up
Told me you’d be there
I know it’s gonna be a good day

(1) & (2) together

(3)
And when this day is done
You know I’ll be your friend
Through the good times and the bad
From beginning to the end

Because you called me up
And told me you’d be here
I knew this was to be a good day

(4)
And when this day is over
And I walk through the door
I know that I will see you
From now ’til evermore

Because you called me up
And told me you’d be here
I knew this was to be a good day

(3) & (4) together

Very Last Time

zack — Tue, 20 Jan 2009 09:57:52 +0000

For the very last time you closed your eyes
For the very last time you said your goodbyes
For the very last time you turned to the skies
and said…

Don’t cry for me when I’m not here
Don’t mourn, my friend,
Don’t shed a tear
You gotta stay true to what’s inside
You gotta stand strong and live your life

The Intro

zack — Tue, 13 Jan 2009 09:53:47 +0000

This is not a tale of a hero, of a special individual destined for greatness or different from the herd, or some tragic coming-of-age epic out of Dickensian lore. No, this is a story of Truth, of Love, and, most importantly, of Life and that which of necessity comes along with it.

[I wonder where this would lead.]

Night Café

zack — Sat, 10 Jan 2009 09:56:43 +0000

I read Charles Dickens’ books in my spare time
A Friday night café would be just fine
I’m a fan of poetry and prose;
A world of words that no-one ever knows.

The Trees are Crying

zack — Wed, 07 Jan 2009 08:41:01 +0000

And the trees are crying
See the leaves fall down
And watch the sky darken
‘fore the snow swirls round

Yet I know soon will come the day
When the birds are chirping
And the kids all play

’cause the sun is brightest
Just before the storm
And blue is the sky
Before the clouds form

Clouds from Above…

zack — Thu, 27 Nov 2008 08:39:53 +0000

…are like skies of mashed potatoes masking the gingerbread plains beneath.

Whale Crashing

zack — Tue, 18 Nov 2008 09:52:03 +0000

And in each wave I can see the great black; the toil of the mammoth whale crashing into sea and sending it hurtling out into the unknown.

Middle-Aged Slobs

zack — Thu, 30 Oct 2008 09:50:41 +0000

And as I walk to the bus I see all the houses
I see all the men and I see all their spouses
And I see all the boys and I see all the girls
And I see everything in the whole wide world

And as I get on the bus to get to my job
I see the middle-aged men and the middle-aged slobs

[Unfinished, obviously. Again, no date.]

Like Thoreau: Forever.

zack — Tue, 28 Oct 2008 09:46:23 +0000

When I’m feeling gray
and I’m feeling down
I know that when I turn around
I’ll see your face beside me
You always know to find me

And when I open my eyes
and look out our front door
I see the places that we’ve been before
and know that you’re beside me
You always know to find me

‘Cause there’s more to the world
than you can see;
There’s more to you and more to me
There’s so much to learn out there
So much to see and do out there

You gotta make the most of what you’ve got
Gotta seize the day and live your lot
As long as you come find me
I need you here behind me

So take my hand and we’ll go for a ride
Enter the woods to see what’s inside
We’ll live like this together
Like Thoreau we’ll live forever

[No date.]

Whine-Rant

zack — Fri, 12 Sep 2008 09:37:52 +0000

Trying so hard to get out and live to seize the day to go out and do; the obstacles presented problems discovered nothing can just go right.

Alone accompanied what to do? Where to go? To a club a bar a party not my “scene” – to wander the streets alone just as pitiful as sitting at home uptown alone. What is desired? What is sought? A companion, someone with whom to share the life the laugh the night, with hwom one can truly be free be aware be true?

Or is just sought a change a break from the monotony something new to seek to learn to do? Vindication, maybe; verification that the life-choices made were in fact the right ones, that things really will work out okay in the end?

Left right everywhere praise acclaim astonishment at all that has been as of yet “accomplished” — and for what? What extraordinary has been done, really? Leaving school twice working contractual freelance jobs providing zero work stability, no guarantee that there will be a “next time” – being the absolute bitch of several producers and having no choice but to put up with it, even if it means working wasting my time for naught? To be used so and tossed aside, to have nigh all calls and messages from seemingly interested companions completely ignored and unanswered — to be forced to live in a tyrannous household far, far from the city desired the city loud the city yearned for so. What praise, really?

There is no stability. There is no structure of school or schedule to keep time by. There is no promise of having a job of being paid of having somewhere to crash at the end of a day.

Accomplishments, hah. I have done nothing but ride the waves of my own creation — and look, look indeed and in truth where they have taken me.

I’d rather be fishing.

Ad Mesh

zack — Thu, 14 Aug 2008 00:30:45 +0000

Smoking prohibited;
Do not block doorway -
Be safe and considerate!
Come, travel Norway.

Emergency alarm -
press for assistance.
Penalty for misuse:
Fine or imprisonment.

Ride the rocket,
Recycle more;
the signs says DANGER:
DO NOT LEAN AGAINST DOOR

Feed your need,
train or be trained.
It’s a money world
with these ads in my brain

Drink brand X:
Obey your thirst!
Mind the gap and
let patrons exit first

In the bar there’s no smokin
In emergency push to open
In society we’re all hopin
That these signs they are all jokin’

Go for it/Just do it
Turn cheese into bread
Come and ride the rocket
Let us into your head

The strong blonde and products you love.
Is the future in your hands?
Think of this as your wake-up call.

[Silliness while riding public transit.]