Seth’s World View

Need to hear, uncrowd my mind Free it of the rambling Thoughts that never cease They draw me in, and choke Suffocating me in misery December 31, 2003 Wellington, New Zealand

The balladeer strings along a melody drawing a story with pencils of metal the canvas bright from the master’s stroke creates a mosaic of reflections December 31, 2003 Wellington, New Zealand

As the guitar sings and the voice plays it calms the haunted heart inside ready to burst into oblivion sucking all into it’s dark interior comsuming the light of the trees and the guiding stars of the cosmos December 30, 2003 Wellington, New Zealand

I want to pound this table! Slam my hands and fists in a violent motion that would cut through to the end of it! All that remains are shattered unrecognizable pieces of a past life which you don’t care to look upon or pay for as you walk on. December 30, 2003 Wellington, New Zealand

throw on a backpack travel the world leave behind your past the friends you love the security you’ve lost and write a lament you’ll never go back and will always long for what you are not and where you’ll never be it’s all lost, forever December 30, 2003 Wellington, New Zealand

A violent reaction, in a moment reveals the frustration of a life lived to the end of its rope ready to be thrown overboard looking down to the inevitable beginning of a new journey past all you can’t leave behind crying out to a god you can’t see you can’t here, you can’t believe in [...]