Sunday, December 7, 2008
one for sorrow, two for joy
the great test of time while being so far away from her is challenging. Like "Dashboard Confessional" said in "Brilliant Dance," I often feel like I am measuring time with a 'clock that's blinking 8's'. I get home from work on many occasions, and after 'talking' to Sarah, on what we have found to be the most "intimate" form of communitcation we have, webcam, I sit back and wonder....why can't this time go by faster. Oh the pain and joy that come from knowing how close yet how far away we are from being with each other is like that of salt in a gapping cut wound from razor wire. But I "take these chances," and "place them in a box until a quieter time" just like Dave Matthews sang, (RIP LeRoi Moore). So until the quieter time is here, when I am back in SC with all that is amazing to me. I will keep loving this pixelated euphoria of bliss that I get to have each night that I get back to where I currently live, and then when I go to bed at night I just dream of what is to come and how one day we will be able to "go swimming in the sunshine, Dangling from clotheslines" (counting crows).
Getting to be free and in love like we have planned it out to be just perfect.
good night moon
Sunday, November 30, 2008
26 in IRAQ
Now I am here back where I live, the "can", writing this blog, getting ready to catch some ZZZZzzzzs. One more night of Night Guard, then back to the day shift. It should be "fun" going back to that. hahaha Me and some of the other Marines call it 9021-ammo. The drama, and bullshit is so funny. Keeps me entertained.
I think that is enough for this time.. until next time.. and by the way, I think I will start making 9021-ammo entries. yep. that will be my new fun thing to write about. Hell I might be able to talk to Hollywood, and get a deal for a show. .every other dumb idea does.
bye
Wednesday, November 26, 2008
the dreams of which desire rise
the dreams of which desire rise
are the mares that subtle cowboys ride.
in the mist of daylights to come
drinking, lusting, wanting, some-
-one, thing to call and claim your hearts’
colors speak like a musical. a ballad. a horror show.
coffee filters over flowing. orange clock hands ticking
ever showing, the past in presents’ remote collide
will knowing help to get out of the traffic
the honking and speeding makes beautiful chaos
epiphany ecstasy epitaph
the dreams of which desire fall
dream…
A. Jackson 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
Thinking out Loud
when will I get to see you
not soon enough
wanting you now, can’t have that now
here is my place
you’re at our place
some times are ticking and tocking
other times fly right by
want to shed from my eyes
got to stay strong overcome
like jay-z said, gotta make the song cry
listen to music, write these words
paint my emotions
flutter my thoughts with times of silence
when will I get to see you
sooner than we realize
A. Jackson 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
counting down
what shall become is yet unknown.
lights blinking, eyes open wide
heat no more, false hopes reside.
days creep as gluttonous sloth,
nights tick like Grandfathers afar
not soon enough can jubilance thunder.
we wait, we wait, we wait …
A. Jackson 2008
night
sitting
at this desk
waiting
for the sun
watching
cinema alternatives
learning
about my self intellect
digging
deeper into thoughts of brilliance
surprised
at how serene the dark desolate desert is
thankful
for the one that waits for me
sitting
at her desk
A. Jackson 2008

