and the melody is beautiful

Beach or Mountains

brandonkaiser — Sat, 19 Jun 2010 01:32:35 +0000

Well I have often wondered, do I like the beach more? or do the mountains take over? Well I have come to a conclusion, you just can’t beat the beach. The towns around it, the culture, the weather, the ocean. Whats better? Oh yeah, let us not forget the b-e-a-utiful sunsets. I can’t wait to go to a college by the beach. And maybe live there someday. Oh I will, just maybe if the economy gives me a little push. But I am not sure if money can stop me. I have just realized I haven’t posted something in a very very long time. My apologies to you laddies. That reminds me I want to visit Scotland one day. I hear it is stunning landscape and you gotta love the accents. I now realized I have been talking geographically alot. But who cares? The world is a fantastic place and I think we sometimes take it for granted. Maybe Ill travel it someday but for now, I will just appreciate it from the stands. Bon voyage everyone!

The Blind Journey

brandonkaiser — Fri, 16 Apr 2010 17:41:34 +0000

I am just going to write with no intentions right now. I have no idea where this journey will take me but is that always a bad thing? I mean, why must we always have to write to get a point across or to show something. I have been thinking. The mind is a wild place. Sometimes I frighten myself about where this thing inside my body can take me. Yet it can also be a satisfying/relieving place as well. A place where you can relax and think without anybody knowing. This is where writing is pretty neat. If you want to share those thoughts formulated in your head, you just jot them down. Or perhaps if you keep a journal of some sort then you can go into more extensive writing. A journal is a treasure. If you journal, treasure that journal. Also, if you have a thought that you don’t want to go away. Write it down! It is really stress relieving knowing that that thought is now locked up. That you don’t have to worry about it. In a journal of mine, I wrote almost half of it in pencil. As I have recently been thinking, I do not want those thoughts to go away and as I was looking through it, I saw the pencil was fading. I panicked. So although a long process, I am finding myself going over those great or not so great thoughts in pen. It was nice reading what I had thought. I had forgotten. Also, I now know that those thoughts are permanent. No taking them back. 3 Things. 1. Think, don’t be afraid to let your mind think. 2. Journal, write down those thoughts. 3. Treasure your mind and the freedom that you get to think.

Also, Where the Wild Things Are is a great movie. Although perhaps a bit strange, the emotional connection for me was immense. This kid got away from everything and let his mind control him. He let his imagination run and he learned a few lessons along the way. Man, I need to watch it again soon.

Ah, The Unfailing Beauty

brandonkaiser — Wed, 31 Mar 2010 04:37:38 +0000

Yes, School has made me quite busy. What does this mean? Well, not as much time for thinking or writing. I know I become quite melancholy at the thought of it. But at last this weekend I put some thoughts on paper again and oh boy did it feel good. I forgot how refreshing it is just to write and let you emotions and thoughts take you on an adventure where you might not know where you will end up. Yes, this adventure though sometimes frightening definately is worth it. All the discoveries that are made, all the emotions stored up that you never knew. Yes, this is what it all comes down too. Well I must depart from this short yet exciting adventure. I can’t wait for my next one.

Well…It’s been a while

brandonkaiser — Thu, 28 Jan 2010 03:58:23 +0000

So yes, if you have read my prior post you will see that I have not done posts periodically, its has been a long time. My apologies to you. No, really, accept the apology. So a song that I really like especially the lyrics is called “Passenger Seat” by Death Cab for Cutie. There are the lyrics:

Passenger Seat: Death Cab for Cutie

I roll the window down
And then begin to breathe in
The darkest country road
And the strong scent of evergreen
From the passenger seat as you are driving me home.

Then looking upwards
I strain my eyes and try
To tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites
From the passenger seat as you are driving me home.

“Do they collide?”
I ask and you smile.
With my feet on the dash
The world doesn’t matter.

When you feel embarrassed then I’ll be your pride
When you need directions then I’ll be the guide
For all time.
For all time.

There you go. Go listen to it

Music Like Sheep

brandonkaiser — Thu, 07 Jan 2010 00:49:10 +0000

What do you look forward to everyday? A time? A person? An event? what seems to make the day go faster? Well, I’m sure some of you share this with me but one of my favorite things is lying in bed before bed and reading and then listening to music. It puts my mind into this void of thought and emotion. Well atleast the music part. The reading part, well I love that just as much. Especially somethings that puts my mind into another world. Lately I have been reading the Chronicles of Narnia by C.S. Lewis which I think are fabulous books. Man, I would love if Narnia existed. Maybe for you its Hogwarts or Middle Earth. But for me, I wish I could see Aslan and meet a Centaur. Well unfortunately it doesn’t but when I am reading I try to put myself into the text as if I am there and with the characters. I love making my mind go far beyond reality.

Lets see. Some other thoughts. Ok, if you have not heard to “Passenger Seat” by Death Cab for Cutie. Go look it up. I was fortunate enough for my friends to introduce it to me. I fell in love. I wish I could of been given the title of the author of this song because it explains how I feel alot and I have actually thought the lyrics in so many words. Numerous times I have ridden in the car when its night time and just stared out the window not wanting anyone to talk. Maybe some music in the backround. Oh though, you have no idea. I love that, once again, puts me into this sort of void almost. Like everything else has fallen away and is of no importance. Now, you may think this is strange but you probably have not done it. And let me say again. It is only in the night time. Ok. Night time, wow another favorite of mine. Why is it that at night I can just sit and think and be content but if its day and I do that I get bored. I am not quite sure honestly. Yes, I sometimes wish I could just live in the night time and sleep in the day. Maybe its just the darkness outside. Im not totally sure. I love it, I just wish I wasnt always so tired. Oh well. I was thinking the other day. What if everyone slept in the day and did stuff at night. Well, then I wonder if I would like day time better. Bare with my weird thoughts. Lets see… something random real quick. As I am posting this I am looking at the word count and I always am surprised how quickly I get to say 300 or 400 words. maybe 5 minutes. Why is it though when I am writing an essay for school that it takes so long to get going. Well I am thinking along the lines of perhaps. Forced topics? Prompts that are not good or we are not interested in? Maybe its the style they are forcing us to write in. Ok, I love writing especially opinionated (sp?) with first person. Well I feel like we are in a prison at school when it comes to writing. We have to follow all of these certain rules…which some of them I understand but wouldnt it be nice just to write a paper however you want with your kind of style. Then I feel like it would be a genuine paper from the writer. Not a mannequin of whats its showing. Not what the teacher wants to see but something actually from the writer. I dont know, those are just some thoughts.

Anyways. The music I listen to at night are like counting sheep for me. As much as I would love to stay awake and listen to it, it puts me into a wonderful state called sleep. Am I complaining? No.

Perhaps a really confusing poem

brandonkaiser — Sun, 27 Dec 2009 05:16:10 +0000

I think these thoughts, Yet no one understands me

I try to focus these in the form of words, still people are ignorant

I run to the looking glass. I scream.

The glass shatters and the tears come like a dam that just broke.

atlast, my identity that once was foggy I can now see clearly

however all that is left are shards of glass and a puddle of tears

Perhaps one of the best things that could of happened.

No glass to look upon anymore. Just going with me and my thoughts.

Mistake? I dont think so. We will see. Sometime I think we need a mirror.

Now though, we dont.

I speak. People hear

I yell. People understand.

Again. I am not sure of the meaning of this but there ya go.

A four line verse that makes no sense

brandonkaiser — Sun, 27 Dec 2009 05:07:59 +0000

I dont expect anyone to understand most of my thoughts. If you try to, great. If not. I totally understand. A thing I dont even know if I could call it a poem:

Keep shining my dearest sun

Dont stop for silly clouds

Suck it up like a sponge

That cant be squeezed

And promise to always be there for me

The Lurking Feeling

brandonkaiser — Sun, 27 Dec 2009 05:03:16 +0000

Well. I am pretty hesitant to put any of my poetry up due to my feeling of its quality…which in my mind is pretty poor. However I want to. So here goes one. Called “The Lurking Feeling”

This feeling, I want to call it beauty.

I’m not even sure if thats a feeling, but it isnt like others.

Its unique.

It definately has a name tag on it,

But does it have a price tag?

I really haven’t comprehended this feeling

But I feel its presence.

No matter how hard I might try to suppress it,

It pops up like a bubble in the water.

Whatever I do, may it be good, bad

I feel it blossoming without being watered.

I wish I could sometimes spectate this thing called life.

I cant though. I have to live in it.

I have to handle this feeling with something that I have to dig deep for.

Yeah, there it is. I know its really jumbled and stuff but I think poetry should not be judged by the way it might sound although as my friends says some things can be butchered the way they are said. However, poetry is from the heart of the writer.

Beauty among the shadows

brandonkaiser — Sun, 20 Dec 2009 00:13:34 +0000

I have no idea if this post will turn into something that is even relevant to the title, it just sounded cool. So. Yes, this break is just what I needed. My level of happiness went like…ok I got it. Imagine the tower of doom or terror or whatever the thing is that falls really fast at amusement parks. Now imagine that upside down. So like you shoot up. So my content level for a while has been maybe like a quarter of the way up. With school and really not having a lot of time to do many things I would like to. then, this thing called break came like the random present in the middle of summer as I have mentioned in a prior post. Wow. I should of known the break was going to do this. But anyways, So yeah, I am on this ride and it like shot up to the top. Then, it gets even better. It didnt stop at the top, it kept going up past the “safety limit” of the ride. How exillerating. Well this break hopefully I wont go too far past the safety limit but I really dont care right now. ok, yes, every “good news” has to have “bad news”. Well, I think Isaac Newton can be blamed for this by coming up with a thing called gravity. What goes up must come down. Just like this ride I am on, I will enjoy every bit of it but Im afraid it must come down and so will my joy. but that is definately not the focus here. This break will be seized like a I am not sure. But think of a cool simile. Yeah I am starting to teach myself piano like for real now. Its legit. Well i guess I really did not get to the title but hey thats ok. Ummm. I got it, shadows tend to “scare us” in a sense. Well sometimes the things that scare us can become something huge in our lives that could be beautiful. there ya go. Merry Christmas

More time? I wish

brandonkaiser — Sun, 13 Dec 2009 01:05:31 +0000

Well. I needed to post something new. Man, part of the problem is that I have been very busy with school and other activities. No, I dont hate being busy, I think it can be very good if I dont know how to spend my free time. However, now that I have ideas and a yearning for extra time in my day, I get rather frustrated with myself being busy. I try to cut out some time each day for things I think are important for me: writing, reading, thinking, playing music. However I find myself doing these but not nearly as much as I would like too. So I sit there and mourn at all of my lost time. Where did it go. How is already 4 pm and I havent done anything? Oh, how I wish this time could show up like an unexpected present in the middle of the summer. But no, its hesitant like a shy girl in elementary school. maybe it will come out of its comfort zone one day. I think it will, but not during this time. I need to be patient, something thats very hard.

Once this time comes, I am going to pounce on on it like a cat and mouse. Carpe diem. ya? Ill seize the day. Psh. No more wasted time and busy-ness.? Well, as I continue to wait and wait. Ill still try to update this more.