Dissecting genius.

This post I want to talk about the beautiful song Strawberry Fields by the Beatles. I want to dissect how absolutely ingenious this song is or at least the end of it is. I recommend reading the lyrics and watching the song yourself, My favorite cover of this song with lyrics is here http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PrrSH6P7eDw&feature=related

Now the quality that comes off from this more than anything else is it perfectly creates a setting of childlike haze. You don't really have any idea what the real intent is and the state of yes and no, of positive to negative flips back and forth so quickly. Namely in the last section

"Always, no sometimes, think it's me, but you know I know when it's a dream.
I think I know I mean a 'Yes' but it's all wrong, that is I think I disagree.
Let me take you down, 'cause I'm going to Strawberry Fields.
Nothing is real and nothing to get hungabout.
Strawberry Fields forever.
Strawberry Fields forever."

Regurgitate

Every play written every which way.
I can't say something today
which hasn't been spewed yesterday.
It's all been said every inch of dread
someone has already read.
My pen rewrites like a blight
an infinitely infallible abyss.
never to be shown light.
I can try for a poem of bliss
but it's maps already been explored
I regurgitate what everyone else as also ate.
hate fills me but it's too late.
My pen as a mission to accomplish
the tip flings on searching for something to cherish.
I let it search scrying for a divine secret that I must tell
this is my curse as a writer the sickness I have befell.
In search of an everlasting truth
I mustn't give in or be uncouth.
Following my heart and my pen to it's rightful conclusion.

Gravity

Center stage, drop the rage its time to play

Stop fumbling that confidence your gonna need every drop

To pull through and do what I say

unless you want your life to be to others, a prop

There's this thing called gravity

It's not a depravity its the basis of reality

Now drop that vanity to embrace this insanity

This worlds a constant duality

brutality breathes through the walls constantly

beating and oppressing us savagely

let it get to you and it becomes an amity

of constant agony

survive it to avidly restore that sanity

and deal a blow to this calamity

The upbeat

Title The Upbeat

Springs line every step

sunshine beams up with it

My hair unkempt

these days so well spent

Ears filled with melody

here exists no melancholy

Nothing but content reality

Needled goodbye.

The needle slips into the skin, commence her dance
Twirling in the camera lense, Let the trip begin
Chemicals bind to receptors, Her soul returns to its captors
Ready for the promised land, she slips in the tub
Razors in hand, not looking for a casual scrub
In her mind in her dress she spins, she sways
Left to pretend she can regress to the trends of the craze
Water fills over her eyes, brain locked in a daze

Mesmerizing girl

Red glossed lips
Under light green eyes
Dips the mascara
 Ready's the disguise
Blinds all men
With a dazzling glare
The clock strikes ten
Oh what shall she wear
Just enough skin
That shirt with the tear
Still not letting out a grin
Everything's set

Submit

Sinister thoughts pounce my brain
As my cheeks glow a bright scarlet
Still they fly through me like a train
Kissing me goodbye like a bullet

Escape isn't an option
These ideas fit me like a glove
Nailing me shut in my coffin
There above flies a black dove

Buying time is the only solution
Trying not to back down
Running to hide Doesn't work in a dungeon
Hold my breath so I don't drown.

Twilight disaster

Waves of fluorescent light beam through the night
Rolling in and out, bringing my joy to a drought
Urban scenes sprawl before me in a droll
They stretch endlessly and soundly
My march is a crawl, my mind in a lull
No real destination among the urban terrain
Where's the love of a Penny lane
Somewhere new not this usual spew
Close my eyes focus on something new
It's so much easier like this
Shutting my eyes like blinds
Easy as a flick of the wrist
To tune out all of the blight

What if you could learn complicated skills without any conscious effort? Just a few moments hooked up to a machine could ‘wire’ your brain to be better at these tasks. The National Science Foundation is making breakthroughs on this. As they announced themselves

“It may be possible to use brain technology to learn to play a piano, reduce mental stress or hit a curve ball with little or no conscious effort.”

Patients are hooked up to a modified type of MRI machine. Then select brainwaves are stimulated to achieve whatever the desired effect is. Currently this can only be used on the visual cortex of the brain. Luckily this part of the brain is connected to a large amount of tasks. Researchers believe the ability to rehabilitate somebody with walking impairments by matching their brainwaves to that of an athlete is within their grasp. They also discovered that being unaware of what they’re learning has nothing to do with how well they respond to it.

10 unusual quotes

Here are some quotes I've stumbled on that I find quite delightful.


This is the strangest life I've ever known. - Jim Morrison


This is the curse of our age, even the strangest aberrations are no cure for boredom. - Stendhal


..and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didnt know who I was - Jack Kerouac


Life may have no meaning. Or even worse, it may have a meaning of which I disapprove. - Ashleigh Brilliant


Of all the sexual aberrations, chastity is the strangest. - Anatole France


One of the things I learned, one of the strangest things, is how to think. There was nothing else to do. I couldn't see people, or go for a walk in the forest. All I had was my head and my books, and I thought a lot. - Abraham Pais


I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me. - Hunter S. Thompson


I am not a vegetarian because I love animals; I am a vegetarian because I hate plants. - A. Whitney Brown


The only difference between me and a madman is that I am not mad. - Salvador Dali

My first work.

This is what I consider my first work. To be used as a benchmark for my improvement. Prose 17 lines long with 7 to 9 words a line.

Streetlights flicker on ushering in this night.

It's light pools around our feet carrying us home.

Drifting me out of worry only focused on this.
One Converse in front of the other I walk.

No problems just a warm glow under my skin

Oh how I come alive as the shadows parade.

My night blood comes in floods and waves

This is all I long for all I need.

My hand slyly snaked in through yours

In this moment everything's a silent dream

I feel the concrete ache under my feet.
Holding me up through the cold night.

Enjoying my company yet ready to be left alone.

Take the steps slow enjoying them as I go.

Reaching our destination I turn back to see you.

Our lips meet to greet the rising moon.

The dream melts away yet the taste remains

and so it begins.

Hello anyone who stumbles onto this blog. This blog like many is about a personal journey. Right now I don't have too much going on in my direction. Unemployed and depressed, however my new years resolution is to work all this out through writing. I got a copy of A Poet's Guide To Poetry by Mary Kinzie. It's a very intensive book with a tremendous amount of material covered rather quickly. On this blog I plan to post whatever progress my writing makes through this book and whatever things I make on my own whims. Please stay tuned.