Happy D-Day JB

R.I.P.

Haunting in death as in you were in life.

Unhappy Belated

Leave your spirit genocide
The cancer you won’t remove
We cast our funeral rose inside
And bury the need to prove
Our mutilation is to gain from the system

The greatest artist to ever live. Twenty four days late, but better late then never. Well wishes to his family and fans, we all still miss ya Jeff.

I know I talk about Jeff Buckley a lot on my blog, but his lyrics speak my soul. Take a listen if you haven't heard of him.

Happy Belated Death Day Jeffy

Reading this from beyond the grave
Lost 3 days ago and found 3 days later

Today is a midpoint, we still miss Jeff Buckley, listening to him playing his guitar and listening to his inappropriate jokes. Dedication. Remembrance. Unforgotten. Today.

The Infamous New One

I'm considering this relationship more as a close friendship. Kind of like a girl that is a friend but not quite a girlfriend. I believe she is pushing me more into a more serious relationship but I don't want one right now, but who knows how this may turn out later. I still want a little fun.

Well on to my birthday. I got a call yesterday morning from BM to meet her at our usual hangout at 9 pm last night. I said sure and hung up and then realized that uh, I had a date with my friend that is a girl around that same time. I know BM wouldn't do anything to sabotage it so I was able to have dinner with her and be there at 9 "with" my date. Their was a crowd gathered with all our friends and a band. It was the Jeff Buckley cover band we all listened to before. I couldn't believe they did that. It was all BM's idea. It was the best birthday ever. I unknowingly was around BM more than my date and she noticed. We then had a long talk when we got back about what kind of relationship I wanted. So she's just a close friend.

I'll be gone for about a week to handle some things and I'll be back sometime next week or the week after.

Happy Birthday Jeff Buckley

R.I.P.

November 17, 1966 – May 29, 1997

Vancouver

Lady
All the troubles are my fright, I disgust you
Feel the power you cut the truth into you
Why do you think I'd hidden out on this rely
I could kiss you
With lines of escape in my mouth

Please let me bring back these gifts of mine to the woman
His eyes shined on my back as I slept and knew you
You didn't leave it all
You made an even call
My belly released the stars
And tears between the scars. Ooooh
We're where we belong
It should end here
Until the end of time
Beyond the moment
That ends our bondage
I am your failed husband contender
I'm your loan shark of bliss.

This dream you've ridden on
Turns your world to explosions
You need to be alone
To heal this bleeding stone
Now, smell the rain of London it still insists
That we beg for our purity
As if we are pure in the rain of our contentment
As if I can think of this no more.

I know you're still rocking in Vancouver.