Marston James's Blog: This is not a blog

A year goes by and I can't talk about it...

So true.

The lyrics I hear and the words I feel and the poetry in motion of the world goes by...

I know what I can do, I must hold it close, I must believe in the self.

Believe I'm on the right path.

The right road.

The right end to a means.

Please.

Keep it close.

Keep it close and hold it dear.

- Marston

I haven't been down.

I haven't been seen.

Nor can I feel what I know is here.

What I know is there.

What feelings arise and jet down to inked fingers are not to confuse.

Not to regard.

There is no rhyme.

Nor reason to see why.

See when.

And that is the beauty of life.

It does not need one...

Marston James...

I feel nothing anymore, the way the words used to soothe me or bring me to you does not exist; the was you subsist and dance under my body are not ungodly but sadly make me feel so down... The way you surround me and pour yourself into me and bleed past me is nothing I can solve... Nothing u can dissolve with my tears... Collapse with fears I cannot feel anymore... I'm left floundering The more... I'm here... But not really anymore.... #atrc

Asked me if I do this everyday, I said often; no matter the task you askin I can please you till you're soften and blessed by the sound of passion soaring... Would you want to blasten the heart yet leave the door at the start? No, never leave me for I'd rather be deceived; how often can you say this? Don't be the one to break us cuz I've been broken often, often, no more lessons t'fasten; I'm already embossed and ready for all costs that love can bring, this isn't no fuckin song but just a soul that loves to sing...

Baby... I'm wasted...

I cannot feel what I know is numb, I cannot be who I know is done. Faded's not a state of mind but a state of rhythm divine, so real and the way I live to deal with the misery besieged; the way I feel that we need to live is nothing close to reality... The optical illusions of the world do not keep us close to each other, the screens we bleed do not feel our sorrow nor pass it to one another on the eve of any morrow...


It is a sad fuckin state of affairs, the bar is not too high but too low for us to live in such despair; please know that we CAN rise above, the love we need is not too far past the current siege; if we could only let go of the devices that steal our souls...

It's like we need to learn to breathe once more, this is no way to live so sore, so please, i hope it's not too late, the world needs to feel it's weight and relearn to hold on till a better fuckin may....

Sometimes I don't know what I miss; why I kiss the stars and wish the moon over; why I keep my self broken and still swooning over the way you danced across my forever gone sky...

I leave the wishes to die within, the soothing words I spin do nothing to dispel the sadness I brought; the tempers I sought to allay...

I cannot keep emotions at bay, nor lead to anything else but depression from severely forever "holding on till may"...

I am wonderless and missing you, the way you danced past mine eyes and see the way my own actions demised the weather pouring down...

This is not the clouds fault, nor the storming monsoons dredging I could have forgotten about

And all i can wish is for treasures to fall back towards my way...

so i won't have to continue holding on, and acting as if I have something better to say...

I know it's chemical, the way you blend the world into you; the spirit you brung and the love you stung me with till I feel essences flow out...

The world bow out and dream about in it's wide glee phases; I leave myself to bleed from, please let go of the world I forever ran from...

I cannot leave the depths I found you at; the place you cracked and left me blending the real with what seems; the true with what dreams and the the "always" with what you came to be...

Yet you drifted right past and never even saw me...

And this is the world I cease to be...

The sea I used to be...

The counterpoint I could never see...