http://brandonhefley.com/blog New Poetry and Prose Fri, 10 Oct 2008 07:58:52 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en it is because "we're all going to die" that we live and that some of us try. http://brandonhefley.com/blog/2008/10/08/i-accept-lostness-forever/ living life with passion while blaise lovelessness is fashion, living life with heart while living life for art has gained more meaning in the 21st century than it ever has before for forsaking being machinery http://brandonhefley.com/blog/2008/10/08/being-a-beauitful-human-being/ angels lost wanna fucking cry no matter how hard i try even the teams i root for are bound to die to succumb to defeat and my pain for that is pulled from my past the pain of losing games fuck i hate that; losing... losers contribute nothing but pain and suffering and loss. Angels are tragic and i'm lost in the magic of their power, you've always been one ... http://brandonhefley.com/blog/2008/10/08/angels-lost/ If this was five hundred years ago the old Korean man working in the liquor store would be a noble shopkeep in a medeival marketplace and wouldn't have to put up with someone as ignorant as me questioning him on the blunt he pulled from under the counter, "It's a strawberry right?" "Yes, one strawberry swisher." http://brandonhefley.com/blog/2008/10/08/teds-liquor/ i cant write this shit it makes me sick i cant write horseshit what is this letter a f t e r letter you dont think i'll ever disappear? i'll fucking die from here! i got nothing for you, i'm barely holding onto me for myself, and this pomes a reflection of that: this crap, this fucking shit that comes out of me. http://brandonhefley.com/blog/2008/10/08/this-poem-is-called-this-crap-this-fucking-shit/ she could tell she changed my mood and asked me if i was ok and nah, I wasn't, i was over it. "Yeah, i'm just chilling." I said. when i felt how cold she was it was time to chill... perhaps i had been cold to her not knowing, and perhaps i'm only hypothesizing, but perhaps she wants to hurt me for that. http://brandonhefley.com/blog/2008/10/08/toying-with-me/ all preconceived ideas are gone it's not the same path of my design, as i flex with the movements of time and outside forces. the universe is a balance of order and chaos and i must be a fluid evolving intellect in order to maintain perceptional edge. http://brandonhefley.com/blog/2008/10/08/keep-it-sharp/ forget about mind and release feels like death could be serenity until the pain is gone then all i will ever long for for eternity will be the feeling. http://brandonhefley.com/blog/2008/10/08/animitta/ the best thing i've ever done is love someone http://brandonhefley.com/blog/2008/10/08/satyata/ Isolated myself from feeling anyone outside myself for two years until an organicly formed light shined upon my deepest fears alleviating me from my final dark period of reeling of cold feeling selfish tears built in selfish years-- i'm reevaluating my movement through space and time i'm in a beautiful place like Scarborough Fair; you made loving you a crime who could ... http://brandonhefley.com/blog/2008/10/08/sonnet/