| Logan's writings. |
[21 May 2008|02:05pm] |
I have books and books of Logan's writings that I feel should be shared. This journal is the easiest place to do that. Bit by bit I will go through and reproduce some of his writings here for all to see. If you reproduce any yourself, please credit him and his brilliance, his fire, his love. And please feel free to leave comments if you want. I won't be changing his words in any way, I will reproduce them exactly as he left them, some unfinished, some old, some new. He used to say that one day he would write a book that would change the world. I'd like to think maybe that's still possible!
Logan David Brooks
01/30/81 - 02/23/05
My love - My life.
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[30 Nov 2007|01:30pm] |
(found this in a box....)
twice thrown upon this cosmic stone
an ageless wonder why we continue existence
torn between the distant future we cry
to shattered bones and empty skies
decaying world we are the cause
hatred and pain control us all
break the chains but the circle will burn forever
heed the call but the message is always lost
still we whisper for the age of aquarius
hoping our ears are deaf, ignorance is more than bliss
weep to the fallen, the impact they had
still fresh in the centuries, all remember
none carry the hope, the flag, the power to change
just continue to pray the empty skies
hold the answer, shit on the earth
and wait for entrance to heaven
when this could be heaven
open your eyes, it's all lies
everything means nothing
unless you believe, we can stand and fight
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| written by lahermite |
[14 Feb 2006|11:56am] |
on tuesday february 21st 2006, some of us will gather on the beach where logan and i married and where we scattered his ashes.
i will be taking a book that i want people to write a logan-story in, a personal memory, that will be given to the children when they are older.
if you can't make the gathering, and have a logan story to share, please reply to this or email me: tracy at stpetefnb dot org.
i'd like to gather as many logan stories as i can, no matter how silly they may be!
if you can make the gathering and need more info, please email me or reply to this.
thank you.
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[22 Nov 2005|02:14pm] |
These three were found in his work truck by his boss and two colleagues when they cleared it out before taking it away. The last one was read at his funeral by his boss.
In the present
families laid to waste
on their ancestors land
they've become tenents
lives of sheer disparity
how could you claim purity
of thought? of character?
of relations? of superiority?
Fuck you and your flag
your social ineptitude
and your selfish existence
I want freedom
you keep the chains on me.
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What if you saw debris fly?
What if you burned in the napalm?
What if you ate dirty rice all of the time?
What if your house lay in the direct path of a bomb?
What if your lungs were black from the mine?
What if your kids were targeted as future terrorists?
What if men in uniforms watched you always?
What if you were consigned to poverty?
Your property taken by force
your arched and aching back bent in pain
your dying eyes can't see what we need
we need to be free
we all need to be free
What about your dirty water?
What about your violent children?
What about...(unfinished)
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(his boss read this at his funeral)
We can stand on our own two feet
we don't need coercion from above
we don't need police to patrol our streets
we don't need your hate, we want love
over the skies of past victories
we shall one day prevail
You won't kill our vision
though you can kill our bodies
(A)narchy lives forever and ever
our black flag raised on high
So spit on the boss and raise your fist
(A)narchy lives forever and ever
Facists come, but they will always go
the people's welfare not their priority
lies, deceit, and greed holds them to
their lowly creedo of asserting
power over the broken populace
this won't last forever
one fine day we'll raise
the black flag above the people
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[16 Sep 2005|06:07pm] |
There is a candle in the corner
and a fissure in the wind
an old mother is crying
her stricken son is dying
in the midst of a surrealists portrait
we are thrown to crippled hands
dropped down deep in utopia
with a catatonic flair
transfixed in a position bourne noterity
we find the slave master is really slave
strings are pulled to the top
shit rolls down hill and we choke
and the wind sings its mournful symphony
of lovers on the meadow cold and dead
they stood on the fringes for so long
now only long wisps of breath remain
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[16 Sep 2005|06:03pm] |
So now I'm vanquishing the clandestine demons
that stubbornly refused to let go of me
I let go of them
In the process destroying the antithesis
make way for progress, recover from paralysis
Once set upon this shimmering idea
husband your strength
let go of my ignorance and fear
no time to be weak
drop my crutches, my excuses, and self-loathing
forge a free path far away from mental shackles
let my mind and spirit soar!
I breath the power I crave
with the knowledge I save
I'll break free of my grave
my will is now set to overcome
the negativity, the violence, the death
I'll not lay down in misery
anymore
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[16 Sep 2005|06:03pm] |
feel now the rush is on
I beckon the call, I break through stone walls
seeking the power I want to taste
knowedge is life and purity therein a time
aeons pass through gilded arms
and I am left with words
strange how we talk so many words, meaningless
and at times we sparkle speak of importance
and it all falls on dreaming ears
misunderstanding saves from raining tears
Show the face, the form, the place
the mediocrity, the illusion, the mockery
give them a taste, a song, good grace
let them sing, rejoice, let them live
spread wings and rise like the sun
above the wind in the airs embrace
burst into light, brilliance out of place
fall away from your earthly plane
exhulted beauty you will know only
living forever as absolute sovreignity
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[16 Sep 2005|05:54pm] |
This is sweet water, and I wish to taste
fill my world with vibrance overcome disdain
spring rush forth my lifes winter shackle
and bring a new day far from bitter decay
I was lost, so lost
led astray on a path of grey
the rising sun now tastes sweet
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[16 Sep 2005|05:53pm] |
Could I leave the plains I've plowed
sown
To see this night in the blade grass
exhuming from the ashes a forgotten past
as locusts swarm in frenzied desire
I feel the warmth the soothing warmth
I drown my sorrows
I drink away my tears
alleviate my fears
this star has changed
transformed to fight the brooding skies
in the coming of the moon
the light was reflected in her eyes
and I stayed the same
so far removed from the world of plastic
so far so, so good, so what
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[16 Sep 2005|05:50pm] |
I've seen the distant twilight
seen the calling of the fall
heard the violence in the screaming
and I wonder what am I doing here
as I recall the bleeding
in the time I said goodbye
could I relive that feeling
through the egris when she flies
I could never fly
gazing in fallen light I remember
sometimes I die, and everytime
I saw no light, no safe place
serenity is death they said
serenity is false!
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[16 Sep 2005|05:47pm] |
In the distance a grove of ebony trees
the dark water rises as earth stands fast
species come and go and pain a certainty
the distant thunder grows in anger
and darkness envelopes me
I use the rolling mists for protection
In the darkest days of our plight
the book of Eibon held the nameless ones
they gather now at our windows
in our thoughts and our souls
waiting for the devouring
Yet I am still the watcher
the shepherd with no flock
a fallen bird with clipped wings
broken to pieces I hold my head
my soul my peace my pain my dream
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[16 Sep 2005|05:45pm] |
the gryphpn sings to me
a voice so natural
as the sky is red of blood
If you didn't know all moments when I lose myself
I would tell the world I'm catching flies by now
speaking to someone breaking the windows this house
is dead the sound of falling when the pictures are
moving between the memories dead in time brave
try the meaning of loss I know your smile is deadly
at this point wherever you are I'm not I guess
I should know the limits of the world there are
moments I find myself not breathing at all
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the moments turmoil
I feel the image slip to the black
the mirror is nothing, I am the same
falling into a world of empty spaces
the unbridled force of an angry young man
I am hiding from the shadows
in the shadows, and still
I am not the messenger, I am pain
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[16 Sep 2005|05:40pm] |
Crysalis (the first eclipse)
Splingering the crystal shard
in my now bloody hand
I see the fire, uncontrollable
remember the words forever
"true wisdom comes learning pain"
and I have known pain
baptised in a pool of tears
tears that flowed for me
a prisoner of my own fears
I am my own worst enemy
as the light breaks to the night
silence plays at my heartstrings
the chilling lull of pale blue light
and my eyes are dying
the world is waning, time is fading
and I am waiting
show me the quality of the entity
the solice of purity, and the beauty in agony
and I will show you death
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[13 Sep 2005|04:09pm] |
It hung in the air
her voice like a knife
cut the silence
I can recall her words
"eerie circles in still water"
Our abode in the sky still calls
we fly there on wings of destiny
crying eyes can see
they feel this longing
the circles growing smaller still
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[13 Sep 2005|04:08pm] |
I'm part of the pieces
spewed from festering pools
I gave my name
who would dare answer
who could see past this
my darkness
It's coming in grey waves
intolerance cracked light
upon the broken window
everything is lost now
I revel in my plight
creedance in my words
this yearning escapes from
my embrace
captured in the night
subteranean mists surface
from the bowels
my assailant cloaked in
twilight
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| Found written by Logan in my journal.... |
[13 Aug 2005|11:12pm] |
March 17th 2003, 10:58pm
Tonight, while driving down Ulmerton Road, discouraged and calloused by Bush II's speech of attaining peace through an act of war, I saw six or seven police cruisers surrounding a lone and empty car with doors wide open. The officers themselves were standing huddled in a group by one of the cruisers. When I reached the car, with it's doors wide open, I saw a child, alone in the back seat, strapped into his car seat. This child could not have been older than three or four. He was left, abandoned in his mind, crying uncontrollably, alone in the back seat.
This scene, laid out before me, pulled on my heart strings and flooded my soul with empathy for this, so very young and fragile, innocent. It's sad knowing that this moment in this child's life shattered many illusions in his carefree, innocent mind. He will always have this scar on his soul.
Traffic on the road just kept passing, people giving nothing more than an inquisitive glance. I too did nothing but stare in shocked awe. I was a mile down the road before I felt compelled to bring someone's attention to the child, but I did nothing. I sat in my truck, driving, reflecting on what I should have done.
Has humanity really become apathetic, have I? Whatever happened to compassion, to chivalry, to reason? I question myself the same way I question humanity. I must question, and I must change. I have to stand up for what I feel is morally right, lest I become an animal. I have this responsibility as a father, and as a human being, that I must trust my feelings, and I must remain alert with all of my senses. I have to be a transcendentalist and never grow cold, never become apathetic. I will give and receive compassion only, never again will I let the cold darkness of the world overpower me.
A lofty vow, I know, but I also know that karma is real, and I know that if I emanate only kindness and compassion, that is exactly what I shall get in return. It will be hard to remove myself from the empirical mind-set I have been stumbling through life with, but that is my responsibility as a father, and as a human. The time for change is now, in all aspects of my life, and my family's. We cannot give in to our darker moods, especially at a time like this. We are all going to see very dark days ahead. But we must always FEEL, we can't afford to go numb. The very survival of the ideals that make humans human are at stake. If we all stopped feeling compassion for fellow man the turmoil of the war machine will grow larger and larger until the world is enveloped in pain and strife.
I am not saying that I think we all have become calloused (I know I feel that way at times), I say this to lift my spirit, and to put the thought out there...
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| Scrap of paper lying around... |
[23 Jun 2005|12:18am] |
Standing neath the clouds
I let the rain wash me through
left this
looking at the world I can barely stand
my eyes have seen many sides and many lies
I hope to wade through truth
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| 1:14 AM contemplation |
[05 Jun 2005|01:11pm] |
Yellow bones on the TV screen
teeth marks on my pencil
Mummified remains removed from rest
I scribble on lined paper
10,000 years from now they'll dig us from the Earth
someone will watch and wonder if
they'll dig him up 10,000 years from then
I wonder if there is anything
that should be guarded as sacred
if yes, then what and why
how many truths exist?
how many answers will you get from one question
a piece of me in this paper
a piece of this paper in me
the rain washes over
water sustains us all, and everything
life is derived from this. does this
mean we're the same
I see no difference between ideologies
so rigid, so aggressive, so much pain
in a structure man-made and molded as truth
the one truth, regimented, everyone must get behind
hostile eruptions of zeal, whose a bigger man?
10,000 years from now it won't matter
when they exhume you from your
memorial splendour
and study your yellow bones
and study our synthetic world
10,000 years from now when
the pencil hits the paper
maybe the language will be beneficial
to the imagery lost in translation
will the people know how to live
or will they have to live
among our trash?
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| Garbage |
[05 Jun 2005|01:06pm] |
Cities lie between landfills
trash lines the paved landscape
for concrete dreams we sold ourselves
to a world that turns for profits sake
What were we thinking? What are we thinking
Way down here in Florida
we're giving away our homes
so that rich men from somewhere else
can crowd the beaches and play some golf
enjoying our weather, but stealing our nature
and trying to rent it out to us
At what point did we say it was a good idea
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[05 Jun 2005|01:04pm] |
Cities lie between landfills
garbage litters the paved landscape
their concrete dreams; we sold ourselves for
a world that moves only for profit
we pile high these monuments to gluttony
our yesterdays used things will be tommorrows
mountain ranges linking our major cities
all in a line, a garbage line
We waste so much, the rest of the world can't afford
We waste freedom, remember the man in Tianaman
We waste love, why, in this world would we
event want to...?
We waste energy, pursuing agendas that hurt
people
We waste
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