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| | The Dreamer's Question |
To deny its very state of vivacity
Or to cling to the hope found in a reverie.
To sketch with but the dullest of hues
Or paint with a palette of unconstraint.
To play it safe with anodyne hands
Or risk the blistering heat exposed.
To view the glass as half-empty
Or perceive it as something else entirely.
To scrutinize things in black and white
Or envelop them in a field of color.
To become dissuaded by arduous obstacles
Or be challenged by unique opportunities.
To surrender to the confines of reality
Or envision life in unobstructed glory.
Which perspective shall I choose—
That is the dreamer’s question. | | Tags: Original Writings, Random |
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| | | Life As We Know It |
Sitting here waiting
For this world to end
There is little to do
But hope and pretend
That all is not lost
There is much still to gain
Our last few moments
Let them not be in vain
Though earth starts to crumble
I am drawn to your face
And try as it might
This world cannot erase
That look in your eye
Or the touch of your skin
As it glides across mine
O the wonderful sin
A crash to our right
Keep your eyes on me dear
Pay it no heed
You have nothing to fear
Ignore the mountains
As they slide to the sea
Cause I still have you
And you’ll always have me
Don’t think of ahead
Focus only on now
We will be okay
Someway, somehow
I pull you in close
Feel your breath on my cheek
You begin to shake
My knees become weak
Yet I can’t help but feel
That this moment in time
Is completely perfect
Absolutely sublime
And I wish it could freeze
So we always would last
Together suspended
Forever the past
My thought is soon lost
As our fate draws near
So I turn my head
Whisper in your ear
“Though the world may crack
And the seams fall apart
That which is stronger
Is safe in my heart”
We hold on tightly
Brace for the end
But it doesn’t matter
We will transcend
For when we’re overtaken
And our sight turns gray
Our love will be alive
In a place far away | | Tags: Original Writings, Random |
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| | | | Consolation Prize |
It follows you as if you’d been marked,
Seeping through the night
Like blood from a wound.
You walk by and sense
An apparition under a street lamp,
Patiently waiting.
You quicken your step,
Suddenly uncomfortable,
And look for an escape
But its presence remains.
It has matched the pace;
An invisible battle begun.
Glancing over your shoulder
The street is vacant,
Yet its stench surrounds.
As your hairs stand straight
And heartbeat accelerates,
You run.
Up ahead is the house.
Its safety beckoning,
Soon within your grasp.
You reach the door,
Pull it open, slam it shut,
And fall to the floor,
Drenched in cold sweat.
You’re safe in here;
It can’t get through.
Your body trembles,
Mind racing overtime
As you collapse on the bed.
During the night, it resides.
Plotting its next move
Until the morning
When you arise.
The scent of coffin lingers.
Life is never this good. | | Tags: Original Writings, Random |
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| | | Scotoma |
The storm crept in on the unsuspecting town
Like a predator stalking its innocent prey.
The clouds, moving across the countryside,
Swallowed up anything that stood in the way.
It was futile to resist its advances;
All of modern man’s devices were utterly useless now.
Harnessing all of its energy into one devastating sum,
It began to gather itself to unleash a fatal blow.
The air dripped from the pure power of the storm
As it braced itself for the onslaught to come.
Silence fell over the land like a suffocating blanket,
Interrupted only by the brief but intense roaring of thunder.
The remaining sunlight was choked away,
Painting the sky a pitch black.
Rain began to pour without end,
Torrents spraying the ground like a machine gun.
Lightning crashed against the sky,
Illuminating the terror-stricken landside below.
The earth could do nothing but watch helplessly
At the mercy of this unsightly monstrosity.
Everything stored up was unleashed down,
Distorting the terrain into a barren wasteland.
The ferocity of the storm remained in full swing
Until it arrived at its crushing crescendo.
And with that, it was over nearly as quickly as it had begun.
The land shuddered from a sense of relief
And pinpoints of life began to reemerge from their shells.
As the storm disappeared into the horizon,
The town began to lick its wounds,
Awaiting the coming of the rising sun. | | Tags: Original Writings, Random |
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| | | Deflated |
Get my hopes up, why don’t you?
I’m ensnared in your trap, soon to get dashed on the rocks.
Lead me along, a sheep to the slaughter.
I’m a sucker and you know it.
You take my hand and off we go.
I don’t know any better, lost in my own little utopia.
Or maybe I’m just too naïve to think any different.
So it goes.
At first, I think this might be it.
Perhaps this isn’t a myth and fairy tales do exist.
I take a step into the unknown and believe
Blind faith is better than nothing at all.
Like a balloon I continue to expand,
Feeding on your airy words I have so long desired.
But the pressure swells as I plummet to the ground,
The reality of gravity impossible to overcome.
Shielded from my own inhibitions
You took advantage of my wishful thinking from the start,
Leaving me powerless to resist,
Clinging to the lost chance of something realized.
Now I lay shattered on the deck
Still reeling from your wave that caught me off guard.
The ship has been abandoned, no chance for rescue left,
A once perfect lie exposed to the world.
Even though it hurts today, it will all be gone tomorrow.
Then maybe I’ll be ready to start over.
But right now emotion is nothing more than a motion to me,
And I’m standing still.
So do me a favor and blow me up.
I need to feel again. | | Tags: Original Writings, Random |
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| | 23 |
Since my 23rd birthday is today, here's the lyrics to one of my favorite songs of all time. As usual, the amazing Jim Adkins knows how to pretty much sum up my life.
I felt for sure last night
That once we said goodbye
No one else will know these lonely dreams
No one else will know that part of me
I'm still driving away
And I'm sorry every day
I won't always love these selfish things
I won't always live not stopping
It was my turn to decide
I knew this was our time
No one else will have me like you do
No one else will have me, only you
You'll sit alone forever
If you wait for the right time
What are you hoping for?
I'm here and now I'm ready
Holding on tight
Don't give away the end
The one thing that stays mine
Amazing still it seems
I'll be 23
I won't always love what I'll never have
I won't always live in my regrets
You'll sit alone forever
If you wait for the right time
What are you hoping for?
I'm here and now I'm ready
Holding on tight
Don't give away the end
The one thing that stays mine
—Jimmy Eat World (2004) | | Tags: Jimmy Eat World, Lyrics, Birthday |
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| | Take Apart The Head |
His eyes would not close
Even though they weighed like a ton of bricks.
All he could do was stare straight ahead,
Fixating on some obsolete point in the distance.
Blackness swallowed up the night’s surroundings,
Enveloping him in a rigid stranglehold.
His ears started to apprehend sounds around him
And what once seemed morose began to come alive.
A cricket chirped nearby but he did not notice,
Lost in a refuge of thoughts and trepidations.
What was once enshrouded in a field of mist
Began to fade away into a sense of definition.
His body shivered from the cold,
But the rest of him was elsewhere.
A path materialized in front of him
From the nothingness that was his cage.
Beyond the realm of his reach
The hint of light could be seen.
His world stood still at a crossroads,
The air hanging in a delicate balance bathed in moonlight.
This was the moment he had been waiting for,
Forever marked by this equivocal speck in time.
His eyes finally eased shut,
And he drifted off into obscure oblivion. | | Tags: Original Writings, Random |
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| | Burn Out Brighter (Northern Lights) |
So late last night I was able to interview Anberlin vocalist Stephen Christian a second time. Despite battling laryngitis, he put on a dynamite show and was nice enough to still do the interview, further proving why he's one of my favorite people ever and an incredible human being. In honor of their album New Surrender being one of the best of 2008 and Stephen's general awesomeness, here's the lyrics to one of my favorite songs from it, which is a great one to live life by.
Live, I want to live inspired
Die, I want to die for something
Racing towards the heavens
I fell into a pitch black
I'm moments from landing and I'm
Shaking like a heart attack
Is there time?
Can I turn back?
I made mistakes in the past
Need a chance
Can't say goodbye
Wish I could set things right tonight
Live, I want to live inspired
Die, I want to die for something
Higher than myself
Live and die for anyone else
The more I live I see
This life's not about me
All I know spins out of control
Wonder what's next for a hardened soul
Nothing I earned can save me now
Here in what may be my final hour
Is there time?
Can I turn back?
I made mistakes, well, in the past
Need a chance
Can't say goodbye
Wish I could set things right tonight
Live, I want to live inspired
Die, I want to die for something
Higher than myself
Live and die for anyone else
The more I live I see
This life's not about me
Don't want to leave this world
Knowing I breathed in vain
Looked out for myself
So sorry, so ashamed
Don't want to leave this life
Knowing I barely tried
To chase down all my dreams
That I hid away on the inside
Live, I want to live on fire
Die, I want to burn out brighter
Brighter than the northern lights
Want to live to feel the daylight
The more I give I see
This life's not about me | | Tags: Anberlin, Stephen Christian, New Surrender, Lyrics |
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| | | Album Of The Year |
| If New Surrender isn't a huge hit for Anberlin, then there is no justice in this world (or at least the music industry). It has crossover success written all over it, and no other band out there deserves it more. The new Jack's Mannequin isn't far behind, either. | | Tags: Anberlin, New Surrender |
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