Emotion Detector

When we lift the covers from our feelings
We expose our insecure spots
Trust is just as rare as devotion
Forgive us our cynical thoughts
If we need too much attention
Not content with being cool
We must throw ourselves wide open
And start acting like a fool
If we need too much approval
Then the cuts can seem too cruel

[Chorus:]
Right to the heart of the matter
Right to the beautiful part
Illusions are painfully shattered
Right where discovery starts
In the secret wells of emotion
Buried deep in our hearts

It's true that love can change us
But never quite enough
Sometimes we are too tender
Sometimes we're too tough
If we get too much attention
It gets hard to overrule
So often fragile power turns
To scorn and ridicule
Sometimes our big splashes
Are just ripples in the pool

[Chorus]

Feelings run high

A Few of My Favorite Things

1. Blueberries that have just been picked

   2. Laugh of a beautiful woman sitting next to me

      3. Sunset over the Olympic Mountains

         4. Time to read an enlightening/entertaining book

            5. Spending time with someone that makes you happy

Rediscovering My Fire

Just returned from the 14/48 theater festival that was playing at the CHAC (Capitol Hill Arts Center). I am so glad Dana suggested we go this evening. Also very happy that I could catch the final show for the season and hope to see the whole next season. I heard so much about the artistic chaos that ensues when you give writers, directors, musicians and actors a short window to create 7 plays based on a theme chosen at random. Plenty of laughs and sweating accorded to the cast. The evening made me think of how much I miss live theatre and the arts in general. I should make amends for that oversight of mine.

“Hold your fire.. keep it burning bright. Hold the flame till dream ignites. A spirit with vision is a dream with a mission. “

Current Mood: creative
Current Music: Rush - Leave that Thing Along

Disconnected

I've got to do something
about the loathsome
state I'm in.

Disconnected

Everywhere I see decay
Mechanized and sterilized
visions of replay
I must release my rage

Oh... Disconnected
I'm.. Disconnected
feeling so.. Disconnected
Down

Maybe all I need
beside my pills
and the surgery
is a new metaphor for reality

I'm.. Disconnected
feeling so.. Disconnected
Oh.. Disconnected
you know

Lyric by: Geoff Tate

Current Mood: apathetic

Afterimage

Suddenly, you were gone
From all the lives you left your mark upon

I remember
How we talked and drank into the misty dawn
I hear the voices

We ran by the water on the wet summer lawn
I see the footprints
I remember

I feel the way you would
I feel the way you would

Tried to believe but you know it's no good
This is something that just can't be understood

I learned your love for life,
I feel the way that you would
I feel your presence
I remember

I feel the way you would
This just can't be understood...


In memory of Nathan Esch, who left us way too soon.