Below are the 12 most recent journal entries recorded in runningfree's LiveJournal:

Tuesday, April 15th, 2008
10:12 pm	Lamp on the Night-stand Shattered glass From broken dreams And a torn up photograph Beside a burnt out lamp On the night-stand. Tear-stained tissues, Two empty bottles And a note to mom Beside a burnt out lamp On the night-stand. A book half read And a boy half dead Laying in his bed Beside a burnt out lamp On the night-stand. (Comment on this)
Monday, February 4th, 2008
9:55 pm	Just to clarify a few lines in the poem - 1. Morrisey was a big Oscar Wilde fan when he was young, 2. Something he does not elaborate on happened to him when he was eight years old that really had a dramatic affect on his life, 3. He often held flowers during his performances, 4. He was supposedly anti- sex, meat and drugs, and 5. Johnny Marr ('Marred by flaws') was a member of the Smith's, with whom he was friends but later had a fallout. He also mentions numerous times that he does not figure on living very long and how much he is disgusted with so much of what is happening in the world. The majority of the information henceforth is from a biography on Morrisey, by whom I do not recall as I lent the book to someone quite some time ago and never did get it returned.  Overall, he seems like a pretty angry and depressed man, but one heck of a poet/songwriter. MORE HE SEES HE WAS JUST A WILDE WILDE BOY SO QUIET AND SHY WITH FLOWERS IN HIS HAND DURING THOSE SCHOOL BOY DAYS IT WAS SOMETHING HE EIGHT THAT TRIGGERED THE HATE AND TRANSFORMED THE BOY TO A MAN NOW THE MORE HE SEES OH THE MORE HE SEES THE LESS HE WANTS TO LIVE IN THIS WORLD SEX, MEAT, AND DRUGS HE DOES NOT CRAVE LOVE AND UNDERSTANDING IS ALL HE NEEDS BUT THE MORE HE SEES OH THE MORE HE SEES THE LESS HE WANTS TO LIVE IN THIS WORLD SOCIETY, SOCIETY WHAT HAVE YOU GIVEN HE NOTHING BUT COMPLEXITY HE IS DISGUSTED BUT NOT ASHAMED AND YES IT'S YOU HE'D LIKE TO BLAME FOR THE MORE HE SEES OH THE MORE HE SEES THE LESS HE WANTS TO LIVE IN THIS WORLD HE'S MORE THAN A REBEL WHO FIGHTS FOR A CAUSE HE'S VIRTUALLY A SAINT YET MARRED BY FLAWS STILL THE MORE HE SEES OH THE MORE HE SEES THE LESS HE WANTS TO LIVE IN THIS WORLD IN QUIET DESPERATION HE WRITES THE ANGER THAT BUILDS WITHIN IT IS THE ONLY ESCAPE TO HIS FRUSTRATION HIS WAY TO KEEP FROM COMMITTING THE UNFORGIVEABLE SIN BECAUSE THE MORE HE SEES OH THE MORE HE SEES THE LESS HE WANTS TO LIVE IN THIS WORLD. (Comment on this)
Saturday, February 2nd, 2008
5:34 pm	A Memory of the Past I remember thirty years ago, when our lives were still so simple. When candy bars were just a nickel, soda pops a dime. When baseball and hockey were the only things on our minds. We were childhood friends, sworn blood-brothers 'til the end of time. We'd made our plans to become the heroes of tomorrow. Little did we know then, our lives would be filled with sorrow. Your mom and dad, and sister too, all died three years later. Soon afterwards, you left our town, and said fairwell to me. And we've not seen each other since, except in memory. (Comment on this)
5:29 pm	Greed No food in my belly, No money in my purse. Yeah, I'm just a poor man But, things can't get any worse. No shirt on my back, No meat on my bones. Yeah, I'm just a poor man I ain't even got any home. No shoes on my feet, No smile on my face. Yeah, I'm just a poor man But it's you, not me, the disgrace. (Comment on this)
5:23 pm	Listen Listen to the cuckoo clock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, ... Listen to my heart beat, ba-dum, ba-dum, ba-dum, ... Listen to the soldiers march, left-right, left-right, left-right, ... We live for every second, and pray our hearts keep pace. Why then, do we prepare ... to kill the human race? (Comment on this)
4:55 pm	The Farmer's Field A young man set forth to plant his seeds. As both farmer and the young man had agreed. The farmer's duty - to nourish the field, The young man's chore - to harvest the yield. Indeed the farmer's field was fertile. And soon the seeds began to grow. Within a few weeks the sprouts began to show. The young man's face, full of pride, aglow. But the farmer changed her mind soon thereafter. Said, "The field is mine, I foresee disaster." The young man pleaded for his rights, But no contract signed, just word of mouth and trust. The farmer got her way, and ploughed the field to dust. (Comment on this)
Thursday, January 31st, 2008
5:46 pm	Heaven Hotel Think I'll rent me a room in the Heaven Hotel 'Cause life down here just ain't goin' so well. Ma and pa died about a year ago And ever since then I've been movin' real slow. My wife up and left me, and took the dog My truck got stuck, and sank in the bog. I'm not real certain why I want to go there 'Cause they don't serve liquor, and they don't serve beer. All I know is, I want to get the hell outta here. I've heard all the rooms have a real good view And there's so many things a feller can do That he don't ever worry 'bout feelin' blue. Think I'll rent me a room in the Heaven Hotel 'Cause life down here just ain't goin' so well. Current Mood: happy (Comment on this)
Wednesday, January 30th, 2008
7:05 pm	In This Prison In this prison I guard the cell And no-one enters but through me Behind the bars a sadness dwells As fellow man confines his liberty. In this prison I guard the cell And no-one enters but through me At times it's like a living hell No friends, no love, no family In this prison I guard the cell And no-one enters but through me The pain, the shame, and all he tells No-one ever hears, but for me In this prison I guard the cell And no-one enters but through me I have the key and watch it well Jailed for life, never to be free. Current Mood: lonely (Comment on this)
9:24 am	Puppy-dog Eyes My little puppy has gone astray, And I don't know why he went away. I miss him dearly with all my heart. If he could only see how it's been torn apart. I hadn't had him for very long, But I feel so sad that he's gone. I miss his gentle yelp and loving eyes, And feel so sad 'cause there were no good-byes. My little puppy has gone astray, And I don't know why he went away. I miss him dearly with all my heart. If he could only see how it's been torn apart. I would never hurt him in any way. So if he came back this very day, I'd hold him close and kiss his cheek, Wondering what he'd tell me, if he could speak. My little puppy has gone astray, And I don't know why he went away. I miss him dearly with all my heart. If he could only see how it's been torn apart. Current Mood: awake (Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 29th, 2008
9:05 pm	Gramma I don't want to live 'til I'm old and grey. I want to die before they put me away. I want to die young While I'm still having fun When the good times come More often than the bad. I want to die soon While I'm still in full bloom When I'm singing my own tune Before I'm faced with ultimate doom. They tied gramma to her bed last night So she wouldn't run away. "It's for her own good you know" Was all that they could say. Memories imprisoned inside her mind No-one to share them with anymore. Grampa's dead, and her children are grown. They have lives of their own, New seeds to be sown. No need for the future, She dwells in the past. From the rest of society She has been virtually cast. Lonely and bored, she simply survives. She has no desire to accomplish, or criticize. She's lost the laugh in her voice, the fire in her eyes. She sits by the phone; It does not ring; She crys. (Comment on this)
8:41 pm	No Arms To Hold Me Tight Bright orange flames flicker from the fire As warmth and quiet make me tire. I close my eyes and rest near by, And the thoughts I think make me cry. No arms to hold me tight, Or lips to kiss good-night. No soft-spoken 'I love yous'. This life, why is it I choose? No mortal man endures such pain Without the dream of special gain. So many years have passed me by And still each night it makes me cry. No arms to hold me tight, Or lips to kiss good-night. No soft-spoken 'I love yous'. This life, why is it I choose? Current Mood: drained (Comment on this)
Monday, January 28th, 2008
10:12 pm	Once A Friend Once A Friend Why you have left I cannot guess But you, I'll think of none-the-less. A friend to me, who once was kind Now turns his cheek, as if he's blind. My little friend, I must confess I'll kill myself with loneliness 'Cause you, I fear, I'll never find Except through visions in my mind. Each night I lay upon my bed And dry away the tears I've shed As thoughts of you still fill my head And make me wish that I were dead. A longing deep inside of me Holds tight to all my liberty. What has happened so you can't see I need a friend to set me free. Why you have left I cannot guess But you, I'll think of none-the-less. A friend to me, who once was kind Now turns his cheek, as if he's blind. Current Mood: melancholy (Comment on this)