Timothy Leary?

The Seeker By:Zach Blasi

How I search the darkest nights,
for things not seen in broad daylight,
things like faith and passions throws,
never they lie before my nose,
this thing I look for it sometimes hides,
and takes me on a wild ride,
the things I find I must not part,
but hold them dearest to my heart,
my life it now makes much less sense,
the ache inside becomes more dense,
the one I seek is the one I'll love,
my dear my angel sent from above,
I would hold her now and love her true,
until the day my life is through.

Take a deep breath now...

Who knows? By: Zach Blasi

A world unravels before my eyes revealing a new one beneath. under the layers of old and forgotten things, beyond the darkest places we all could have imagined, I find it. A place that exists only for the most persistent of travelers. I need but to close my eyes to get there and when I do I am in paradise. Soaring above the clouds and searching the farthest reaches of the Earth below, my mind is my wing and and my spirit my wind. No one can take this place from me because this place IS me. It is who I am and it is who I can be. To see me here is to see yourself everywhere. Open your eyes and embrace the freedom inside of you. It's not the end of the world. It is the beginning.

Don't we all?

Is my flesh my me?

I don't know anymore. I can't call it immaturity. Aside from the occasional lapse of judgement, I am usually pretty solid in that department. I've lived my years and have the advice and opinion to prove it. Lately though, I haven't felt like I am the age I am. I have my friends my age. I have my older friends too. It seems like most of the people my own age have let themselves be dictated by the new number on the cake every year. I don't understand it, and I certainly didn't plan it, but it seems like my younger friends share more of my exhuberance towards life. Hell; most of them don't even seem to carry as much energy as I do. Is there something wrong with me? Do I have some sort of chemical imbalance? No matter where I am, I feel like I am the outsider. Older dude hanging out with younger people. Younger dude hanging out with older people. Same age dude hanging out with same age people. No matter what the scenario, I feel different. I think about things deeper than my younger friends. I look at the world in a fresh manner next to my older friends, and don't even get me started on most of the friends I have that are my own age(what happened to you all?). All that I'm saying is this: I don't feel my age. I feel mentally beyond it, and physically below it. I don't think I'll ever quite fit perfectly, yet I feel fine right where I am. Is there anyone else out there feeling like this? I know there must be, and that is the only thing that offers me any comfort. We are all lost in this world, looking for our place. I think the only way to find it is to accept that we really don't have one, and that acception is, in it's self, a perfectly fine place to exist. Someone find me a padded cell. That may be the place for me.

Something for fun...

"What other girls?"

Well i was just walking around, on the dark side of heaven and feeling sound
with all the pretty girls in thier under-wear, and you know that I saw you,
saw you standing there, you were ignoring me and you just didnt seem to care,
so beautiful, so elegant, so goddamn a-ma-zing

oh why can't you notice me
why can't you take one glance and make me happ-y
damn
please just give me the time
is it half past noon, or just a quarter till I die

Well if I happened to die right now, I'd die incomplete and you wouldnt even furrow your brow
you'd just stand there looking good, and smile at all the boys walkin' past you
if I could just make you take one look, if i could just make you see what's hiding inside of me

oh why can't you notice me
why can't you take one glance and make me happ-y
damn.
please just give me the time
is it half past noon, or just a quarter till I die

I feel like I could give the world to you, from the deepest ocean to the stars up in the
sky
I wouldnt be anything but true, i'd never give you a reason to doubt what you should do
So my darling I'll ask you please, my baby I will get down on my knees
and beg for just one chance.
one perfect moment.
one perfect midnight dance.

oh why can't you notice me
why can't you take one glance and make me happ-y
damn.
please just give me the time
is it half past noon, or just a quarter till I die



"What other girls?" by Zach Blasi.
A song I wrote in 5 minutes. Read it in Arctic Monkey fashion.

Then again...

It is what it is....By:Zach Blasi

Life. It is what you make it and yet it is never what we want it to be. Constantly striving to make the right change yet when we think we have it all squared away, in comes the variables. Sure you have enough saved up to get a place, but then you get a flat tire. Yeah, maybe you should go and talk to that girl, but by the time you gather the guts to do it, you have stressed the idea so much you are breaking out like a 16 year old pizza face supreme. Why certainly. Go to school. For what? Hmmm. Ok. I'll do this. Loans? Grants? Job and school? Live at home? Do the dorm? Get a place, work, and go to school? What is it about us that makes so many mundane decisions anything but easy? Is it really so hard to just go for something? We thinkers. We people of the mind. We who seem cursed to overthink and overanalyze everything. We are the ones with the power to change the world we live in and yet we debate. People accept our opinions and ideas so readily because we have thought them over more than the Pope has thought about Jesus, and yet, we find the hardest task in actually conveying those very ideas to others. Is it fear of rejection in our innermost thoughts?  Have we convinced ourselves that we are so outside of the conventional that we can no longer believe our ideas are sound? Is it so farfetched to think that inside the box, people are just waiting for us to open our mouths and give them the answers? We see the look on people's faces. The look that says, "Lead me. Guide me. I don't know what is going on anymore, and I need help.". We alone hold the answers. We who believe in love. We who believe in a better world. We who not only believe, but think of ways to make it so. It is our responsibility to all of the lost souls out there, to speak up. It is easy to see how so many have lost their faith in a world with such brilliance waiting to be released, because it is easy to see that the most important people are not the ones who make change, but the ones who idealize it. We need to change. We thinkers need to become the changers.We need to work for the better. For each other.
UNFINISHED.

A bit more of that stuff...

Fish Food By: Zach Blasi

two little fish

swimming in the sea

if one of those fish is you

then the other fish must be me

on the other side of a rock

you always seem to swim

or in the deepest part of the loch

where the light grows far and dim

in the ocean wide and vast

or the rivers swift and fast

like ice in the sun, i'd begun to believe

the dream could never last

well all it took was a flash of fin

or the briefest little glance

and every time I dreamt of you

My spirit would swell and dance

you still arent here

in this blue and clear

swimming by my side

but i know now in my soul and heart

my dream will never die

Welcome to this blog.

Holiday Road By: Zach Blasi

Weary.

Pressing through with the very last of my ability.
To finally understand is worth the effort.

Abused.
Battered but not beat.

Just past this next obstacle will lay the secret desires of my soul.

My journey has been long and trying but if I can just push a little longer...

Surely I can.

Anxiously I await this impending challenge.

It nourishes a deeper place inside me.

The fight.

The carnal nature of it.

The struggle against self, and all else feeds my knowledge.
The awareness that even death is life.
That no sadness was without it's happiness.
No lonliness without it's companionship.
I am here to learn and forget.
I am here to win and to lose.
I am here to love and yes...to hate.
Most of all, I am here to be me.
That is my freedom, and it is one that can never be taken from me.

This life that we live.

This isn't just a vacation.

This is survival and to survive you must face your fears head on.

I know that I'll make it.

I know that I'll make it because even if I die trying.....

Well I'll know that at the very moment that the throws of death take over my physical self....

I know that my spirit will burst forth from it's confines and that it will soar higher than the stars themselves.
In the end, I will know that this life was worth living.
And in the end, I will know happiness.
I hope you will too.


Peace