I am back with a late night session. new album coming out soon for my band so i thought i would post some lyrics in the next couple of days so be on the look out for those. As for now I just beasted a serious lit review (no sleep tonight :{o) and afterwards i let my mind wander into my moleskin this is what came out of it enjoy. (nice mustache)
Staring into trees
holding answers, yet questions in turn
which makes ME question...
why should I read words placed by thoughtless hands
No feeling, no emotion...cold
Only fact and fear I say
the shadows of men burnt into the earth
leaving a trail to which their sons must follow
but it is not until we question
that our true potential is born!
we must dream....create....destroy
Take that what is most precious to you and do away with it
if you are able to do this then Mediocrity does not dwell with in you!
a tangible thought is not the mark of a dreamer
so question and live free my friends!
Destroy the Mediocrity of the world only to rebuild on its ashes
Raise a glass to beliefs, to faith, and hope...
and after you wipe your lips of the nectar of life
you will sit in your fortress created in a blissful ignorance of reality
born again into the impossible
See You Soon!
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Sunday, April 6, 2008
back to basics....
Hey everybody I am back in school and it seems like I have been busier then ever with work, classes, and more or less life. It’s been a little while since I have last posted in my blog so you have to pardon my apparent absence. For the past couple weeks I have had quite a lot going through my mind and I am glad I have found time to post something. This is a poem I wrote not too long ago and it’s very calming. I hope you enjoy this work entitled Feathers…
The feathers do not make a sound when they hit the floor
I’m too tired now to piece them back together
These angel’s wings are not much of what they used to be
But the heart that lies inside still beats
Hope to reach the sky once more is the reason I am strong
I do not regret the fall, for the reason that no journey is perfect
But I will never forget that not every path can be taken alone
Your words have given me the strength to grow these feathers back
Trusting that I will be high above the clouds of day and the stars of night again
Silence of feathers falling will soon become a distant memory,
As your hands gently pick them off the ground and show me the way to the sky.
The feathers do not make a sound when they hit the floor
I’m too tired now to piece them back together
These angel’s wings are not much of what they used to be
But the heart that lies inside still beats
Hope to reach the sky once more is the reason I am strong
I do not regret the fall, for the reason that no journey is perfect
But I will never forget that not every path can be taken alone
Your words have given me the strength to grow these feathers back
Trusting that I will be high above the clouds of day and the stars of night again
Silence of feathers falling will soon become a distant memory,
As your hands gently pick them off the ground and show me the way to the sky.
Monday, March 31, 2008
a litte surprise....
Hey everyone, I am back in school and with another West Gate show coming up I have decided to leak out some new lyrics that I have written. I hope you enjoy them the song is entitled Way Out and we'll be playing it very soon!
Way Out
Verse:
Consciously I slip inside
That part of you that you know you hide
So tell me my wrong or is this right
If I knew exactly what was on your mind
Pre chorus:
Well baby you came to me
And you said everything I wanted
To hear….but…
Chorus:
…you took the way out
And its alright yea
The kingdom is lost now
And its alright yea
Verse:
With every moment gone my way
Knowledge gained by fearing simple apathy
Victimize yourself and you cross that line
You’ve played this game one too many times
Pre-chorus:
Well baby you came to me
With everything I wanted to hear
But I wanted the truth
You can’t even look me in the eyes
You knew what was going on
So….
Chorus:
…you took the way out
And its alright yea
The kingdom is lost now
And its alright yea
(solo)
PreChorus x1
Chorus x2
Way Out
Verse:
Consciously I slip inside
That part of you that you know you hide
So tell me my wrong or is this right
If I knew exactly what was on your mind
Pre chorus:
Well baby you came to me
And you said everything I wanted
To hear….but…
Chorus:
…you took the way out
And its alright yea
The kingdom is lost now
And its alright yea
Verse:
With every moment gone my way
Knowledge gained by fearing simple apathy
Victimize yourself and you cross that line
You’ve played this game one too many times
Pre-chorus:
Well baby you came to me
With everything I wanted to hear
But I wanted the truth
You can’t even look me in the eyes
You knew what was going on
So….
Chorus:
…you took the way out
And its alright yea
The kingdom is lost now
And its alright yea
(solo)
PreChorus x1
Chorus x2
Saturday, March 29, 2008
late night post
Here is a poem I wrote a couple of years ago, and I thought it would be rather fitting to post it tonight. The story behind it was simply that I love to write poetry late at night, especially when the mind becomes tired and wanders in and out of reality. I hope you enjoy this poem titled Dimly Lit Poetry
2 am…
As I lie propped on a crushed pillow
Time is made for making thoughts at moonlight
Uncomfortably understanding my troubles and
The realization of my own reality
Under cloudy confections upon the canopy,
Strangling stars from this survivor of sleepless nights
I fall into dreamless dreams…
Of which I frequently forget the next morning.
Without notice droopy eyelids drop and it begins,
Sucked into another sentence of solitary confinement;
Wondering where I will wander throughout my mind
Preparing for what could possibly be paradise.
However, hallowed silence broken by a blaring alarm,
Assists the assassination of my innocent slumber.
Departing from darkness occupied by fabricated deceptions,
Existence is graciously granted a second chance.
…10 am
2 am…
As I lie propped on a crushed pillow
Time is made for making thoughts at moonlight
Uncomfortably understanding my troubles and
The realization of my own reality
Under cloudy confections upon the canopy,
Strangling stars from this survivor of sleepless nights
I fall into dreamless dreams…
Of which I frequently forget the next morning.
Without notice droopy eyelids drop and it begins,
Sucked into another sentence of solitary confinement;
Wondering where I will wander throughout my mind
Preparing for what could possibly be paradise.
However, hallowed silence broken by a blaring alarm,
Assists the assassination of my innocent slumber.
Departing from darkness occupied by fabricated deceptions,
Existence is graciously granted a second chance.
…10 am
Friday, March 28, 2008
Your Eyes
In attempt to archive some of my old poetry I will be periodically posting some poems i have written over the years, some old and some new. I hope you enjoy them, this is my first poem I will post and its titled Your Eyes...
In this cluttered soul
The only ray of light among the darkness
Is the reflection of your eyes
Staring back into mine as if there was no one else,
Speaking without words a glimpse of hope,
Comfort found in silence.
As the darkness clears and taxing thoughts depart
I find my heart beating once more.
Time is now an illusion of a stressful world
That I have left behind.
It’s quieter here…
In this sanctuary of peace and solace
I am lost in this novel refuge
And never want to be found.
When the days grow weary
And the nights long and cold
I pray to have this beloved place
To come back to
Where we can be lost together…
In each other’s eyes.
In this cluttered soul
The only ray of light among the darkness
Is the reflection of your eyes
Staring back into mine as if there was no one else,
Speaking without words a glimpse of hope,
Comfort found in silence.
As the darkness clears and taxing thoughts depart
I find my heart beating once more.
Time is now an illusion of a stressful world
That I have left behind.
It’s quieter here…
In this sanctuary of peace and solace
I am lost in this novel refuge
And never want to be found.
When the days grow weary
And the nights long and cold
I pray to have this beloved place
To come back to
Where we can be lost together…
In each other’s eyes.
Thursday, March 27, 2008
the beginning...
Well I guess this is the beginning of what could possibly be an answer to my boredom on spring break for a couple of hours or in the long run something special. Just to give you a quick window into my world my name is Pete…I am from New Jersey…yes I love diners at odd hours of the morning and a few other lovely NJ stereotypes…and on the other hand I believe guidos and Bon Jovi are ruining the youth of our nation, but I digress. I am a student of Seton Hall, a lackey to the department of Housing and Residence Life, a DJ at WSOU the best metal radio station in the United States, the lead singer in a band (West Gate…I will senselessly plug them at a later date), and for the most part a normal guy.
I have titled this blog “a place to rest my head” namely for the purpose of archiving my everyday thoughts and occurrences, which may ultimately be an amusing read in the future. I have not started this blog to rant and rave to the world all the problems of society and why I believe that my opinion stands supreme above others. Can I say that in the future I will not write about something or someone I dislike and try to prove my argument…at this point I am uncertain but it’s a good goal to have. For the most part I wish to have a place for my poetry, my lyric ideas, the detailing of my life’s events which at times may seem unbelievable, and ultimately a place to rest my head…I know I know way to work in the title of the blogspot how cliché.
If you read this it is not because I have told you to do so, or put you in a position to feel bad if you do not attempt to skim a couple paragraphs. You are reading this because I may have posted a link and you checked it out. If for some reason this blog has been put on the main page, which I doubt it ever will, then welcome and enjoy.
This is just the beginning…
I have titled this blog “a place to rest my head” namely for the purpose of archiving my everyday thoughts and occurrences, which may ultimately be an amusing read in the future. I have not started this blog to rant and rave to the world all the problems of society and why I believe that my opinion stands supreme above others. Can I say that in the future I will not write about something or someone I dislike and try to prove my argument…at this point I am uncertain but it’s a good goal to have. For the most part I wish to have a place for my poetry, my lyric ideas, the detailing of my life’s events which at times may seem unbelievable, and ultimately a place to rest my head…I know I know way to work in the title of the blogspot how cliché.
If you read this it is not because I have told you to do so, or put you in a position to feel bad if you do not attempt to skim a couple paragraphs. You are reading this because I may have posted a link and you checked it out. If for some reason this blog has been put on the main page, which I doubt it ever will, then welcome and enjoy.
This is just the beginning…
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