Tuesday, October 6, 2009

The Little Boy Who'd Argue With A Tree


its a blue october day. i have music boiling inside of my veins. i have art clouding my thoughts. i have creativity waiting to explode out of me in every direction and i'm not sure how to channel it at the moment. i could draw, but i feel like that wouldn't be powerful enough. i don't have the words to write it out. i wish i was a better piano player. i wish i had an audience that i could get up in front of with a microphone. i haven't sung in public in a long time. i don't think i ever realized how much i depended on that rush. its not the attention. its the feeling that your voice is buildingbuildingbuilding from your core, down to your toes and in one huge wave, is suddenly washing through your entire body and out into the room. there's only one feeling i've ever experienced that would be comparable to it, but we shan't go there. i want to sing on a stage again. or with a band again. then again, today i think i'll settle for curling up on a couch with a good friend, listening to good music, writing decent half-songs and watching decent half-movies. it's that kind of blue october day.

Monday, October 5, 2009

Six On One. Half Dozen On The Other.


Don't think of it as
unraveling.


Think of it as
untangling.


I'll Stand.


It's a beautiful day outside.Blue skies.Fall breeze.Green,red,orange,brown leaves.

I'm gonna go driving. No destination. I'll be back Tuesday Wednesday Thursday Friday Saturday Sunday Monday.

Burn candles. Dream. Hold.

Hold me, hold her or him or whoever it is you've pledged to hold.
I'm kind of battling with myself anymore. Determined to not be a hypocrite (that which I detest so much) I pulled away, unwilling to give up what I had found in him. But now I'm not so sure. I still don't want to give up what I've found, but I miss the guidance and purpose that place used to give me. Can I have both? Do I have to give up one for the other? I know the answer is yes. I can't full-heartedly put my soul into both.
I only have one soul.
I don't want to waste it.

Live Harder


you'd think the death of someone in my life
would make me want to hide
or be careful.
or at least feel a little less invincible.
if you thought this, you'd be wrong.
YOU'RE ALL WRONG
it makes me
it makes me want to drive 70 miles per hour
down back farm roads,
listening to bad pop music
and great rock music
with no discretion.
peripheral death makes me reckless.
it makes me.