Friday Music - Peter Bjorn and John

All the muses pale in comparison to the original ravishing nymph...

Friday Music - Franz Ferdinand

This band is weird...good.

Wishing Does.

It started in youth,
Eternities roulette,
By the shores of Erie,
Where the lake's storms
Never subsided inside.

In the shadows
Of the gilded mansions,
Excess wasted, washed out,
Tempted eyes looking up the hill.
A keen sensitive girl
playing the fool to fools;
Thick, dense and never worthy.
Umbrage gushes...

Creativity abounds.
Exploration awaits.
And searching begins.
A friendly, vicious tryst;
You went into the deep end
And you thought you could swim.
A mature hand pats down the fires,
Picking you up,
Guiding you.

Opportunity.
Beauty spilled while searching;
Complacency in comfort.
Searching for a spark
And you find two.
Both open your eyes;
You search for your
Internal extinguished fire.

Wandering,
A discovery in discovery.
Delusional, past their prime,
Wolves looking for an easy meal.
You lead them to the feast...
Impressiveness less an option.
Lonely and misplaced,
You hold your sparks close.

Lines blur.
Formless color.
A pitch dark forest.
Unable to see the trees,
Or your own hands,
or the occasional path
To lead you free.
Panic, mildly frantic,
Even though the tools are there.

the House
the Rock
the Education
the Facade
the Stumbling
the Faltering

Hold your sparks tight.
Let them keep you warm.
You're Clever.
Find the tools...

Friday Music - Sigrid

The bad of people can be a freight train wave smashing,

Then you find a bright spot...

4 Years...

Four years ago, I stopped drinking.  It was one of the top five decisions in my life.

Still sober, and the desire to drink rarely enters my mind.  I (ironically) did dream last night I was at a sporting event and I started drinking a beer.  It didn't taste good.  It was weak, watered down, in one of those old waxy paper cups, and eleven dollars.  I woke up, annoyed I'd even gone down that road, but my dreams, where I have little control, are about the only place I venture down that path anymore.

It's also been a good year in regards to her, the catalyst to my drinking.  I think of her far less than I did at the beginning of year four.

Once again, no celebrating until year 5.  Then I'll have done something; begun a journey for the better which I'll be on for the rest of my life.

Friday Music - Chvrches

Four years tomorrow.  Have yet to even get close to regretting the decision.

And new Chvrches!!!