Thursday, July 8, 2004

Have you ever felt something you couldn't explain?
No defination no name?
Just a feeling,
No defination no name?

I looked at her, she looked back at me,
Her face looked different then I pictured it.

And then there was me:
Analyzing life more than I was living
Anything possible good I distroyed before the chance was ever given.
See, if I never have anything, I'll never have to loose anything
But then again if I never had anything worth losing, I guess I lost everything.
Either way you could say pain will become a result of both so actually I'm giving in to the thing I fear the most:
Losing it all.
Everything, completly unaware that a fear of failure was the one thingthat was taking me there.
Fear of life,
Fear of Love,
Fear of man
Failure to relate how I and God and his voice to me would even begin to translate.
So I wait to escape this condition of rationalizing my own destruction
But I keep on listening to the voices that don't deserve my discussion.

I looked at her, she looked back at me,
Her face looked different then I pictured it.

She's an artist, all right: capable of some of the most abstract stuff imaginable
And it's made personal to me...
See, she uses my mind as the canvas to create her manipulative perspectives on life
So I'm the only one that can even see what I see until the art hits the heart and begins to take an outward expression
Kind of like an involuntary confession of the soul and who's in control,
And how many minds have been painted by the hands of crafty irrationality
And have different paintings of reality hanging on the walls in a fictional gallery

I looked at her, she looked back at me,
Her face looked different then I pictured it.

Actions speak louder than words and I've come to find that I've been building on a design
that could only be found in my mind,.
Blind to the force behind what caused my accuracy to be tainted,
'cuz my mind was smart enough to manipulate itself,
But not smart enough to figure out it was being manipulated.

I looked at her, she looked back at me,
Her face was different then I pictured it.

~John Rueben

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