“The Roof, The Truth, and the Lies”
Henry climbed up on the roof, where everything feels right
He can sit and relax, enjoying the cool cloudy night
Mom and dad always said he’d crack his dumb head,
But Henry can see the roof is quite safe, and he’s certainly not dead.What else have mom and dad been fibbing about?
Every year he gets older, there’s more lies to figure out
Babies don’t come from storks, and Columbus was a hack
The first version of history is always taken back.Santa, the Easter Bunny, and what happens when we die
Everything he was told first is now an obvious lie
“You can be anything you want, you’re a special lil’ boy”
Henry can picture them all laughing, as he fell for their ploy.But why do they all lie? Should he stop listening?
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My father never asks for directions.
Even when he’s lost – he looks quite confident.
He spends long hours studying his collection of maps.
If it’s not in the map – its existence is doubtful.
My mother asks everyone for directions,
even when she knows well where she’s going,
even if she is just two blocks from her house.
She looks like a lost child, waiting to be found,
not yet panicking, but on the verge of tears.
My father likes the smell of his old car,
its obedient noises, familiar caprices.
He feels it’s the only thing left where
he’s still in control, while all else is slipping
and moving away. He can’t stand it if someone
else is driving. Without his car –
life loses its meaning.
My mother goes to sleep early,
she will sleep soundly until the morning.
He watches her curled in the bed, fixes the blanket.
He sits in the armchair, a book on his lap,
thinking of driving to some unknown sight;
traveling there, he is dozing off,
his mouth opened and nose looking
as if it belonged to someone else –
in his sleep he is drawing
the map of his dreams.
I love this poem
(via psych-facts)
“The whole secret of existence is to have no fear. Never fear what will become of you, depend on no one. Only the moment you reject all help are you freed.”
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PERFECTION
I love how the rest of the cast is friendly to their counterparts, but the Kirks have to compete with each other.
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I was raised in catholic school,
Taught to obey that one golden rule.
That is he who sins in the heavens above,
Deserves all your praise, devotion and your love.
Because he had a son who had died for our sins.
And with that sacrifice came a sense of contrition.
That we all seem to feel when we’re down on our knees,
Looking up to God hoping he’ll answer all our needs.
But I tend to believe that it’s all for not,
And when the sun does set, all our souls will rot.
Along with our flesh and our bones and our blood,
Will seep into the earth reconnecting with the mud.
And I think to myself, what a beautiful lie.
To waste being devout, to what could all turn out to be a lie…
To be a lie…
Now I do not know, but I have been told.
If you don’t believe in him, well then the devil owns your soul.
But let us just examine what’s below this land,
It’s a story of a man with a pitch fork in his hand.
Could you honestly believe in such a tall, tall tail?
Something that sounds so make believe, just like a sailor and the whale.
Well I guess that this song has sealed my own fate.
Lucifer won’t take me, ain’t crossing through no pearly gates.
But if either one exists, well that’s fine by me.
I will gladly spend the after life waiting in purgatory.
Purgatory…
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im sitting on my board in the middle of a forest smoking a doobie and its peaceful as shit out here, im going to build a tree house and ill need a room mate ASAP, to listen to music, do stupid shit, and make pizza. apply within
I cannot escape the consequences of my actions.
My actions are the ground on which I stand."
