Robert Burgan Quotes
''Hang no label around your neck don't let anybody dangle halos over your head, become exempt, you're not weird you're a more unique version of your friends.''Taken from the poem 'Get A Move On! '
''I no longer feel like I'm a part of this worldIn honor of my new album 'Transcendence' coming soon
I'm a universe endlessly exerting energy.''
''It's not about retaining some sort of magic, its not even about maintaining time periods anymore. Both of those things are impossible. But what is possible is to move forward in a natural way, enjoy the time you have with people you thoroughly enjoy and just take every series of moment for what they are, simply moments. That is the only way I know how to survive, to take all the beauty I've gotten to see and make some sort of sense out of it. Since I was a kid all I've hung hope around are bonds and revelations and it continues to be that way. To serve some type of grand purpose or make an impact is a huge thing and no matter how small somebody feels I truly believe they don't realize how huge they can be in the grand scheme of one life or one time period, one section of a chapter book that is being written moment by moment and decision by decision. I've made some bad ones, its almost like I'm programmed to make them but that doesn't mean the next one has to be the wrong one. Unfortunately, time periods pass, magic dissipates and all we are left with are memories. Well, as I sort through those memories I know that there is a bigger picture that I DON'T PAINT. I don't draw the angles on the scratch paper, I don't crunch the numbers to find the code and I certainly don't define the final product. But what I can do is draw within the lines and be a detail in the final production. Maybe that's the entire point or maybe we are all hopeless. Either way.''Some prose
''Every feeble dreamer needs an Athena to define his demeanor.''Some prose
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Life behind the yesteryear
Cracking frame of mind
Pictures plastered chronologically
Getting jumbled by the plaques inside
Slowly leaving present tense
Walking through the past on a tight rope stretched
Across the miles between reality and the things she hasn't forgotten yet
Somewhere in the middle
A brittle porcelain doll