See it in Colour

She was lost, on the train, in the music, in her head. Everything moved around her.. probably for years like that. Head nodding.. eyes glazed, they had seen a lot i am sure... needed rest. Still, as everything shifted....she did not.. head forward..back..forward ...back... its in her fingers too..slow,tap, tap, tap... yet she does not let go....hangs... and trains go by, inches from her, the purest change... momentum lost in her, as she feels the changes, chords, notes, slower faster slower faster.... she knows what is coming, you can see it in her wrinkles, her shallow smiles, barely happy....barely anything.. and the world around you changes like the music...colourful, new, old.. on off, on, off... the stops, the starts.

You just keep tapping..moving so slightly.. smile.. nod...eyes glazed.. seen it before...heard it before... and the world moves...and i move.. and i am listening

and i am gone.

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Dreams to Sing About

I had it so close the edge was feeling lucky to still exist and in my space the things kept coming one after the other one after the next and everyone had questions everyone had answers to those questions before i could even speak, and what am i supposed to say? what am i supposed to do? Everywhere i look i see a reason to say no a reason to stop and just start again and why not? money? patience? i dont know what they have to do with it anymore, and the then we have the otherworldly feelings...the ones that do not go away, the people who make a difference and my unholy need for understanding of the them and what they mean to me.

an unholy understanding? what am i at? there is no reason to make such rediculous statements are there? for if this is the one surely this unholy-ness is irrelivant!?

if it is the one tho? what am i to think? what am i to do? the lights will tell me one thing, they will tell me to go for it, it makes sense it makes everything fit? everything will be perfect, everything will be dandy....

and then the blackness feels alone? feels unwanted? used up and pointless? after so long, you treat me like your own then you find the light and throw me away. are you sick of that false light? the one that called to you and made you "happy"? the one that you used to check out, to fix your broken things? what am i to say? who am i to understand?


I broke that a long time ago, a promise a song and those prayers


I havnt got the dreams to sing about
i havnt sang the words you scream about
whats over there but happiness and lies
and over hear is the truth that makes you cry

Its August Foyst!

Nearly crazy how things start.... like my summer. In a lyric it exploded, quite clear in my head i was certain i heard it..... we all talkin shit then abandoning ship.

Bustain my ear, i clerly bought "The Coming" for just this reason. The 1996 album from Mr. Rhymes wasnt exactly on my shopping list that day, but to be honest nothing ever is when i enter a music store (everythings a possibility).. so if there is a reason for everything the reason for this album was so that, upon returning from an almighty gathering of great friends on the first nice day of the summer, i would be sitting here at 3.20-something listening to this.

The lyrics made it quite clear... Here on August 1st ... i heard it, and what do you know!?!?! August first!

There is meaning in all of this, and i am endlessly lookingfor it.

Someone might want to presume that my love for music, my obsession nearly is unhealthy/stupid/needless/waste/ridiculous...OUTRAGEOUS! I would challenge that, nothng gets in my way....so far in my life everything ive heard has made sense or at least hinted at it. I hearing everything for a reason....it was made for a reason,.. my mind can never be fulfilled.. there is space for everthing around me...everything that wants to be heard... my hands reap the benefits and then hopefully music is recycled and recreated in beautiful colourful rythm rhyme and happiness.

I will never forget it, always miss it, and constantly want it.

Music - August Foyst