Travis Ritch Random Writings

travisritch — Sun, 18 Oct 2009 01:01:03 +0000

The one thing that really makes me angry is the disturbance of my now. The reduction of quality of any given moment. Anything that distracts from or otherwise reduces whatever pleasure I may be deriving from my own thoughts and my own moment. After all, my moment is all there is.

Empassion

travisritch — Sun, 18 Oct 2009 00:48:58 +0000

It is in my silent smile that I will detest you. Loathe you. Not for our inequality, but rather for your squandering of our equality. I’ll smile a compassionate, tender smile; a smile of contentment. But it will be a secret, mocking smile, sated from feasting upon all that you waste and want not. I’ll not pity you in your shallow grave. Pity. HA! Pity is the compassion of fools; a thing akin to sympathy. It is pity for you that has wearied me. But no more. Empathy (or should I say, empassion?)… now there is where I find us. I’ll bask in that light that we share; the one thing that is the same in you and I… and all. As for the rest, that I will discard as I do the rubbish…with a smile. It is your will-less refusal to bathe with us that keeps you small.

Absolutes

travisritch — Thu, 10 Sep 2009 20:24:04 +0000

The only words that will inevitably make you a liar are absolutes
–especially the word “never”.

travisritch — Mon, 24 Aug 2009 00:11:29 +0000

How does one stop consuming and start creating at a time in history when there is so much so easily consumed?

travisritch — Fri, 21 Aug 2009 16:12:01 +0000

Evil is not a thing. Nor is it an entity. Evil is, however, the absence of a thing; that being compassion.

Memory

travisritch — Sat, 01 Aug 2009 02:31:08 +0000

a bad memory isn’t always a bad thing

travisritch — Mon, 15 Jun 2009 20:34:53 +0000

God is the construct of the animal mind trying to cope with the knowledge of it’s own mortality.

travisritch — Fri, 29 May 2009 16:18:55 +0000

Dismiss the whole and you are left with only the parts. Dismiss the parts and you are left with only a hole.

Show me how

travisritch — Thu, 28 May 2009 20:26:32 +0000

Show me how to love again
Take this rusted scar
remind it what once was in
inside this man
inside this empty can

Show me how to
how to take this silly, empty head
how to fill it up with love instead
fill it up with love instead
instead of thoughts of only crows and dread
fill it up with love instead

[chorus]
I’ve forgotten how to be
I’ve forgotten even me
Here behind this curtain
it’s easy
Don’t you see?
it’s easy

Show me how to fight the pain
Take this coward’s mane
and dry the tears away
Bring it in
bring it in from the rain
bring it in to be a king again

Show me the way home again
Take these red and wearied soles
place them on a golden road
back to me
back to where love began

[chorus]
I’ve forgotten how to be
I’ve forgotten even me
Here behind this curtain
it’s easy
Don’t you see?
it’s easy

Strangers

travisritch — Tue, 03 Feb 2009 19:44:08 +0000

Strangers are either perfect or complete only because we do not yet know them.