Boredom in black and white

Just a couple of pictures I took after a morning of boredom, haha...

"Sweet Dream"

"Sweet Dream"
by Greg Laswell

If I could write out my own dream
For the next time that I sleep
You'd be the first one that I see
And I the last one that you keep
The dream would go on and on
While we sway
Against all things thrown our way
And the morning would be so cruel
When it came
With sunshine and warmth to blame
For announcing the end of my sweet dream
For announcing the end of my sweet dream

A older poem I recently found again.

Here is a piece I wrote way back in November of '07:

It's not meant to be.
She's not meant for me.
I wish it wasn't like this, but I have no say.
It's up to love to find a way.
If no way is found, I'm sadly stuck,
down, lost, trapped and out of luck.
but it's nothing compared to the pain she's felt, the thought of the hand of cards she was dealt, makes me hurt so much I can't even cry, and the sadness in her voice kills me inside.
I'm going quietly into the night, not gonna cause a scene or put up a fight.
Burning out is not an option, it hurts the ones that I love the most. The ones that would smile at the sight of my ghost.
Slowly fading away is the the sound of her voice. Slowly fading away is the only humane choice.
While serving my time as a prisoner of life, I wonder the crime I committed to deserve this.
So as I sit here and stare at the blade of this knife, I wonder when it cuts will I even feel it's bloody kiss.
The life from inside me drips onto to the floor, my heart slows its beating as I slowly die more.
Tears from my eyes sting the wound, then splash in the pool of life on my floor, and the darkness is overcome with the glow of the moon, and all the while I'm still dying more.
Night is upon us,
and quietly I go,
as I'm fading away,
I want you to know,
I've loved you forever,
and will continue to, So,
forget me completely and end my story,
of suffering plus pain minus the glory.
This started as a poem, but has become my life, the same life finishing with a coward's knife.
I finally got it,
And saw what I missed
I'm going to die with this bloody kiss
I've accepted it completely and made amends
This is the way, it's destined to end.
As this poem ends, so does my life.
I've lived my life like the blade of my knife,
Dull to begin, and ending razor-sharp, jagged, and covered in blood,
the coward who owns it,
faceless, nameless, and buried in mud.
He ran from his battles and didn't fight,
he went slowly and quietly,
and faded away,
forgotten overnight.
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This, unlike the one I just recently wrote and posted, was a broken hearted and giving up hope for love poem, haha. Just a tad different.
I thought I had posted it before, but I looked through and did not see it. If I did post it already, I apologize. :)

Just a small side-note.

I've setup a new blog to share my writings with friends and family, so please know that both blogs are my own and there is no one posing as me or stealing my work. :)

http://her0ssoldmeout.blogspot.com/

I did it that way so they wouldn't have to weed though all of my "journal" entries, haha.

This blog will always be updated first though, so this is where to check for new stuff. The other is more or less a watered down version with less explanations and no real personal insight into the meanings. It's mainly just so friends and family will stop bitching that I never share anything with them, haha.

It's not a love poem...It's a "Find True Love" poem

Walk beside me, or run behind me
But sure as hell, when you need to find me
Forget your ears and your eyes
let your heart lead you
Let go and see through disguise
let your mind concede to
the feelings you find deep inside
so let the tears squeeze through
eyelids shut tight and be wiped aside
by something that's real with the love that's so true
Run beside me, or walk behind me
But sure as hell, when you need to find me
Don't let your heart concede to
where your eyes, ears, and mind lead you
Unless your heart has seen through
to a mutual love that is surely true.
Run beside me, or walk behind me
But sure as hell, when you need to find me
Look through the tears and hang on to trust
Cast aside fears, and put aside lust
No matter how slow or quick you seem to be,
Sure as hell, you'll catch up and find me
whether walking beside me or running behind me
But sure as hell, just know that you'll find me.





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The "me" in question here is not exactly a person wanting to be found, but it's true love personified waiting to be found. Don't force happiness or love. Let it happen, let it take its course.
:)

A not so heroic (zeroic?) return ;)

My goodness, time flies when you're busy, haha.
Unfortunately I have reached a block in the road on the way to finishing up the illustrations for my project... in other words, I'm still stuck on how to go about finishing them up.
I already had a visual storyboard (mostly envisioned mentally, haha) all along, but I thought up new ideas and decided to rewrite a bunch of things. And of course when you do that, you have to change up other things. It's gotten pretty in depth and intricate, so much so that I've started to question if illustrating all of it would be worth the time and effort put into it.
I was originally going to use a legit ink and paper approach, but after much consideration, I decided to try a digital way, which still hasn't completely panned out the way I had intended. If neither of those end up working out, I do have one last solution. It would be extremely difficult but would probably also be the most unique and visually appealing as well as artistically satisfying (to my own mind at least, haha). It combines digital photography and drawings as well as ink and paper to create each piece. But yeah, enough about that, although keep your fingers crossed I'm able to finish it, haha. :P

In other going ons, I still haven't written much poetry lately (aside from the bits in my project) so for that I do apologize.
I've watched tons of movies lately, the most exciting of which was Watchmen of course. It was absolutely spectacular. Obviously the entire novel couldn't possibly have been put into the movie, so I did lower my expectations a tad... I was blown away at how beautiful it looked, but more importantly how perfectly it brought to life one of the most amazing pieces of fictional literature I've ever read. I can't stress enough how each actor definitely brought each character to life better than I had imagined them in my mind while reading it. Right down to their mannerisms and how each bit of dialogue was spot-on. I have to say that Jackie Earle Haley's portrayal of Rorschach was nothing short of perfect. Everything I had imagined and more. :)
I'm also very excited for Quentin Tarantino's next movie, Inglourious Basterds. If you haven't seen the trailer yet, definitely check it out. :)

I've just finished reading Frank Miller's "The Dark Knight Returns" as well as Alan Moore's "The Killing Joke". I plan on picking up The Dark Knight Strikes Again and hopefully Batman: Year One to read next. I'll tell ya this, Miller and Moore are two of the most amazing storytellers I've stumbled upon in quite a while.

Music-wise, I'm currently anxiously awaiting the arrival of Third Eye Blind's "Ursa Major". After seeing Third Eye Blind live, I have become an even bigger fan of their music. After hearing them play Non-Dairy Creamer and now having a copy the song to listen to in depth, I must say that it is nothing short of amazing.
Green Day's "21st Century Breakdown" is another album I'm excited for. They've always been a band that (to me at least) puts out consistently satisfying music. Growing up, they kinda put out an album in each of the periods of my life where it seemed my mood would change. Dookie/Insomniac when I was heading into middle school and becoming a goofy teen, Nimrod when I started to mature a bit, Warning when my life reached a VERY somber/dark and quiet plateau, and American Idiot when it seemed that I had become the person I'd always feared. The self-loathing burnout with nothing but broken dreams and an imagininary alter ego whom he'd see taking charge and living out the things he wanted to do but was too scared to... ;)

I've been experimenting with writing/composing alot of different lyrics/music and I've made a few VERY rough solo acoustic recordings of some of my own material as well as a few covers: Rise Against's "Swing Life Away" and "Prayer of the Refugee", Green Day's "Good Riddance-Time of Your Life", Nirvana's "About a Girl", Howie Day's "Collide", Jason Mraz's "I'm Yours", BNL's "Old Apartment" and "If I Had $1,000,000" and finally John Lennon's "Working Class Hero" and "Imagine".

Well, I guess that about does it for me. I'll try and update it abit more often, although it seems that until I figure out the whole illustrating deal, there won't be many worthwhile updates.

I'll end with lyrics that I've grown quite fond of lately. :)

Much Love,
Geoff
xXx

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when i fall in love i take my time
there's no need to hurry
when i'm making up my mind
you can turn off the sun
but i'm still gonna shine and i'll tell you why

because
the remedy is the experience
this is a dangerous liaison
i say the comedy is that it's serious
this is a strange enough new play on words
i say the tragedy is how you're gonna spend
the rest of your nights with the light on
so shine the light on all of your friends
when it all amounts to nothing in the end

i won't worry my life away
i won't and i won't and i won't

"The Remedy (I Won't Worry)" by Jason Mraz