Back Dated Blogs!!

Im trying to combine all my blogs into one space (http://gabemichael.blogspot.com) and eventually get rid of MYSPACE for good. Here are some back dated blogs:

31 Oct 08 Friday

Directing... a vocation?? Some people say Directing is a vocation, like being a Priest or a Doctor. It's not remotely like being a Priest or a Doctor, but it may be a vocation, because no-one in their right mind would voluntarily go through the kind of hell that a Film Director has to go through. By Oliver Stapleton BSC

08 Dec 06 Friday

It won't be long when happiness is more then an afterthought my destiny will be complete/ no more tears will drip when the final curtain calls/ I hear the voice... ...but have yet to find it.

04 Dec 07 Tuesday

I AM Born to die. Born to live. What difference does it make? A fate is a fate is a fate and my destiny is to unlearn what i know. I am tired, but am trying to wake OR let the day break on this weathered face. I feel the end hovering over my head. It hangs and It's there and (now) I know. It is this end that makes life worth living and each moment is a stitch in the fabric of eternity. Embrace the end, because it is coming. it is near. It is. No more hiding. The shutter is open and all light shines through. Life repeats life repeats life and one's destiny is only hidden by their mind. The wind knows better. We are trees of knowledge withered at the vine. The root remains buried in the earth. Buried like the bones of saints and the sand of time. We miss the life everlasting. We wait for the rain to come. We wait for the end to come. We wait for the rain. We wait for the end. We wait and we wait and we wait and never know that we are, that I AM. I AM. 03 Oct 07 Wednesday Wow...noW You can't deny the now. It is the only truth. Embark on the Journey of finding your soul. Get drunk off the wine of forever, drink it with whoever crosses your path. Resistance is useless. Plans are useless. The universe is simple. The sun never rises with cruel intentions, It gives possibility. It gives life, it gives death. It gives. Tomorrow is an excuse for the sun to set. The fool just assumes it will rise again. 06 May 07 Sunday to sit in silence to sit in silence. a scream defens my ear. that distant scream of nothing is to much to bear. hope of a falling brick, or smashing glass fills the heart. anything but the silence. noise. i want nosie. noise to fill the soul, so i can not hear the sound of my own sin. That clinching fist pounding at my heart. that atomic bomb trying to explode. a prayer for anything but i what i need. anything, but this silence...i lift my hands and talk off my ass. i talk and talk and scream and yell and curse and hate the invisible god that is everything...that is nothing. nothing. nothing, liike silence. I would give anything for the sound of a gun shot, a hold up, a broken heart crying on the street. but all is quiet...nothing...not a sound. i check my ears, there is no blood, but i feel something warm something like the first day of school. all possiblities are anew. Silence. I hear the a bird cherp. silence. If there ever were an invisible god, he would speak in silence. 03 Aug 06 Thursday la dia de los muertos We wake to names called in the wind & this city & this sin are the name dropping dead. Ghosts of thoughts lurking with in & it over takes me. Drown the pirate and his whore, she makes him do evil things. With a tear of joy we forget our fears & foregt that fear is love. Let them rise on this day and fear the living, but not the living dead. The profits truths are only self discoveries hidden from his past & we sail the sea of the damed, wishing for one more shot at life. 15 Jun 06 Thursday The Physical Manifest of a Human Being TODAY is just a past time of a TOMORROW soon to come, a better manifest of the NOW ...and where does my soul live?? my unholy temple of aches & pains & loss & gains of flesh down to the bone? I rot in time like a prison, four walls turn your head up, and sometimes birds fly by... Why LOOK up? If all that's left is the word, then poet's pens must be absurb. unless the grace, which fallen fast, makes the last one first & first one last & poet his reciever. WHY look up? Tomorrow may never come & our cage may never crack & dreams are as usless as the skin on our back. So bleed when your wipped. Cry when your pimped. Laugh at the joke. Drink your brothers coke. Dance when sing & Sing when you dance. Do what is right! NOW IS YOUR ONLY CHANCE. The moment is eternity...fading in the wind... 08 May 06 Monday 8(1) full hour(s) of Sleep... The mirror is Vanity's left hand. You and me man, lets make a mess. And if we wake the kids from eight hours of sleep, let them not see what we see. Can I not stay awake for a day, or sleep for an hour - at least? A flower's dream is just as sweet as one less night of counting sheep. Verging the edge of a new yesterday & i was tired then. If eight hours given were taken as dreams, one is enough...it seems what it seems. § 24 Apr 06 Monday Silly dreamer, dreams are for kids... I use to be able to control my dreams. I would walk through my dreamland and enjoy what I'd see. Since the great unrest I no longer have control. I wander the night like a theif in the snow and each morning is less real then night before. It takes the day to calm me down...but at night i think. Thinking equals the thought of a dream and dreams don't tell you outright they will leave your mind moments after waking....yet i dream... 07 Apr 06 Friday The Wing Dings Bring the Bread If you know how to kill a solidier why dont you kiss him instead. A life once lived is one better then dead & the choir chimes in with a broken halleujaha & the divorce of the president is a long time a coming. Some one with the name of Smith once had four wives, never pleasured one...but children came none the less. The blind are just pretending they are a jury & they are bought. But whos counting the time between the weight you have lost? A cheese burger makes blood sugar settle and the truth hurt more than it should. Bob Dylans beard can only be braided so long & soap opera's are only so true. And the record skips and the kids these days are so damn spoiled. We were the golden generation. Are the generation that once again became drunk off of the killing of the films. truth once spoke became a freedom that was not earned. 20 years less a sailor. i was beat by a commerical...only wanting more...and tomorrow only brings a poem that poets wont read... today was the best day of my life, i didnt have to think.... thanks for being drunk off of the wine that was always free i think next time i might vote democrat. your cousin Boom 14 Mar 06 Tuesday Im not a child, I'm younger than that Im not a child, im younger than that The truth that i seek is pulled from a hat. It feels like i just woke up. The sun is shining and its bright. Dont blame me for the sins of my father Or my destiny to repeat them. Men live in circles, Die by the knife. We leave our wives with aprons of tears. Could you explain it? Please tell a child about death. How could you understand it? My ears are wide; lungs ready for breath. 13 Dec 05 Tuesday WTF In a life of the unexamined, The damed walk the earth. Quietly they ponder And ravage every sound into a defining silence. A day is sadness, When the unconcious mind renders grey.