Run through the air

As you try and gasp a breathe

But your fears are always there

You shut them out

With the silence of easiness 

As you grip on to reality

As you fall into a dream

Your seeing what used to be a happy ending

But is now a nightmare

A blood thirsty drink to share

Just grab all your glasses

And grab all your mugs and meet your enimes

To a near by pub

Where you will drink your lives away like some fool

Who always  finds a way to brake the rules

Just don't forget what i'm saying

Or you end up shaming

I listen as i hear your screams

and tears seep through the cracks

You say you never want to die

You say everythings alright

When your hanging bye a string

A thread

A piece of my heart that has bled for you.

So wipe your tears

Kill your fears

And face the day

As the sun comes up again

It's another day

So kill it off till tommorow

When Sorrow rules the day

Forget the past

Forget the future

Remeber now

And live for today

Cause you might not get another chance

One day

Listaning for more

I whisper to send you away

But you always seem to stay

I ask you why, why don't you fly

Fly away and let me lye

Let me put down my head and cry

Lets me soak away in m tears

You say, Because you care

Becasue you will always be there

Always be there to follow me in the dark ally

Always there to fight my fights

Spill your own blood for me die for me

If all that is possible

We should just me friends

Here are some of gerards blogs

Oozing With Fun

Hey guys...been slammed with a lot of work and I'm starting to enjoy reality t.v. less and less so I haven't gotten a chance to post a new blog in a while.
But this came in the mail today and I wanted to share it with you.

Notice the "YUM!"

This fucking thing is incredible...

 

 

 

Guest Blogger: Jon Rivera. Topic: Jabba Glob

posted by Gerard on Dec 03, 2008 2:52am

Since my buddy Jon Rivera asked me to write the introduction to his graphic novel, Heartbreak, I asked him to return the favor by guest blogging on my current topic of interest- G
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It's 1:40am as I lay in bed, in the darkness I hear the faint single vibration of my cell phone signaling a text message. My eyes still blurry, I grab my phone to see what this emergency/possible booty text is all about. I check the sender, it's Gerard.

"Can you write a guest blog about jabba glob?"

This is how we roll on the next level.

In the summer of 1999, Gerard, Mikey, and I waged a holy war on sanity and our bank accounts with the release of The Phantom Menace (or simply "MENACE" as it became known to us).

Mikey built a wall of Darth Mauls, I caressed my Naboo Starfighter as if I was comforting a lover, and Gerard wouldn't eat food if it wasn't officially licensed by Lucasfilm.

But amongst the Jedi hair braids, pod racer notebooks, and lightsaber pencil sharpeners lay Jabba Glob. Sure, he was just rubber Jabba the Hutt figure that puked up space frogs. But there was something more, a tantalizing mystique.

Sadly, Neither Jabba nor his glob played much of a role in Episode 1. So why does this figure exist? What is a slug gangster doing with such a look of serenity on his face? Why did he not come with a bowl for his space frogs?

He seemed the outcast. Unpopular and irrelevant. Connected, but slightly out of sync with the other figures. Maybe we loved Jabba Glob because in our hearts we felt like Jabba Globs.

Jabba Glob, so seemingly carefree, but with him an air of melancholy. For you see, Jabba only had one glob. They did not sell refills, and to add non official Star Wars slime to Jabba Glob would have surely resulted in injury or death.

You only got one shot at this glob, so you had to make it count.

If that dosent tell you a little something about life then you are willfully ignorant at best.

During that summer, Gerard bought me a Jabba Glob for my 19th birthday. The package of slime lays sealed under my bed to this day, waiting for it's moment.

Hundreds of years from now, my widow will sit on a hill, spoon feeding my ashes into Jabbas mouth. As my remains mix with one fluid ounce of glob...she will find comfort. Knowing that I've finally gone home.

-Jonathan Rivera
New Jersey
3:32 AM

***note photo included, taken in his room.

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Souring low

Me makes me want to know

Are you happy with your self

Are you satisfied with what you got

Secure now that you know

Are you unafraid of the becoming future

Are you unafraid of how life will be

Once we're totally free

Completely and utterly able to fly higher

Then we ever have before

Then we will face our fears

Your heart will wonder

What is love?

Am I able to feel it

Am I able to heal it

Should I take a pill

To make it all right

To make me love you the way I should

The way I want to live

With out you is like a knife through my heart

And a poison that burns my hands

Tell me lover

What you think

Should I fix this or live like this

Feeling like I can't help you

Can't fill in the chart

Can't tell you my secrets my true feelings

Can't understand

Now.. my wings have crumbled

Beneath me, as I fall from the sky

I was so high

How could this happen

We were so close

So close to touching heaven

You couldn’t catch me

You tried but failed

Now I fall into

The chilling sea

Of painful dreams

But I thank you

You made me realize

Something

We found what love really is

It will live forever inside my invincible heart

Even if we are far apart