A field of metaphors to explore… or merely my lawn right before I jumped in my car to drive to work…
the subtleties of the dew got me, such a short sweet existence. I could write some pretty words… but I will leave it to you (for now).
empowerment, truth.
“huntress” 6.28.2018
diamonds like daggers
adorn around her form-
she scans the room
prodding, invading
with a mask of guile
throwing around
intoxicating smiles
they do not stand a chance
unwittingly lining up
to be picked up
like fruit from a tree
to which to whet her appetite
to which delight
and all in the while
they pretend
they have some measure
of control
when there is no doubt
she has it all
not even a game
not even remotely fair
just a moment
before she springs
her snare
and suffocates
the coils wrap
she takes the air
and all she wants
she simply, casually – takes.
Notes… am I past the swoon of a beautiful woman? sure, I could try and be cool smooth internet guy and lie that I have not been led by my eyes (or something else residing lower). But as you get older (hopefully) wiser… you realize (hopefully) that there is beauty in so many places other than obvious pleasing visions. Beauty is nice, it is a lovely component but it certainly does not mean a person is better… and it is all relative. Which would you rather have .. beauty or happiness ?
Music.. I can’t even put into words, how much I love this… Tori, she is just brilliant… and live a revelation…
Tori Amos – Upside Down (live)
Still gives me the chills after all these years. true art my friends.
Find beauty… everywhere, stop, look – do it.
8.3.2018
“finding beauty, wherever you may go”
I don’t quite live in the city. I don’t quite live in suburbia. I exist somewhere in between. I pass by lots of concrete but also lots of leaves (this time of year, at least). Back to my point, my thrust… You should find beauty, wherever you may go.
A speck, something to upturn the day. A face – in a cloud, A face – in a crowd. A child’s smile, a child’s laugh, a child crying. Often if I hear a child crying I will smile (wait… hear me out)… For I was once that child, it is the purest sound, of life. For I was a child once, not so long ago (at least in cosmic time). Crying over something simple but we are just larger children now, worrying about larger things. But what is the difference between a switch of licorice and a mortgage ?
I saw a stream by the roadside. I should have stopped when spontaneity threw it’s hook out. I should have pulled over. But I did not. But I should. To find beauty in a moment. I truly should… endeavor to find beauty, wherever I may go.
Notes… I have posted some photos recently on this blog (you probably noticed)… I am literally trying the above, but not just photos… with my words, we will see how it goes, I want to focus on life… because I am alive now! we all feel immortal, until…
Musical selection ? here is how huge a geek I am…
Lindsey Stirling – Zelda Medley
I can not tell you what a dopey smile that brings to my face… the hours playing that utterly iconic game… but check out her other stuff, awesomely talented player … and she covers all sorts of the geek realms..
The mystique of a boutique airport.
Teterboro airport… in North New Jersey… I thought it looked cool tonight so I pulled over and took a couple of pics.. I’m a writer, a poet, not a shutterbug, so forgive me you professionals out there… Although I dig the framing I did (on purpose, I swear) on pic 3 with that little utility house thing)… I wrote a poem about this airport (well, driving by it all the friggin time)… you can see the crossroads sign that references rt 46… road signs are a sure sign of a particular country, something we take for granted… think about it… even here by me we have great diversity in street signs town to town (how about by you?)… someone should write a blog about such things.. but what do I know….
Rainbow the over.
Sorry, no cute rainbow poems or rainbow ponies to accompany my post… pretend I wrote something awesome.
cupid, my friend.
“love comes a knockin’ ” 8/3/18
Cupid,
my old cherubim, my old friend,
you are looking worn
and tired
but you are back again
stubborn fool
I thought you knew
knew me by now
and why I rule you out
out of my house
my friend
nice to see you
but I must show you the door
even though
I know
you will call again.
notes? nah… this one is pretty easy to dissect…
music though >? hells yeah! more obscure stuff as I feel (know) I am an encyclopedia of music (something about my claptrap impossible mind holding all thoughts)…
Great tune, no traction in the factions of the populous though… My cousin Renee turned me on to this when she worked for VH1 back in the day (I remember so distinctly her handing me the CD in the cellar of that house… I don’t know why it was so vivid, it felt like an inside job… some band that was supposed to be huge and I was gifted this CD before release… before the internet), tell me the chorus ain’t catchy and I will think you don’t know music… ok, maybe I won’t be THAT harsh… but c’mon now!
Comments and thoughts are always appreciated… and criticism is even better honestly. and to be honest… this is the lesser of the pieces I wrote today, the others were much longer and will take longer to transcribe (from my terrible hand writing and having the time), I am trying to find some way to post in a more consistent manner… more in line with my writing, as I can find… some track, some path, I am just creating.
I’ve lost that… feeling.
“phantom you” 5/31/18
phantom limb
I feel you
fifteen years passed
motion forward
still photograph
in my hand
is all I have
notes… truth be told, this is truth. I am without her for 15 years now… it seems crazy to contemplate or digest, I am wired different than the rest of you (I think), I am quite sure she is not. I never took many photos, but then again I have an almost photographic mind…so…. I remember almost everything down to the last detail, which is great, and torture. I remember exactly how the scar on her right arm feels… she never told me the story, I never pressed, I figured it did not matter as she was with me, and… and… what does it matter, but I remember how distinct it felt (and still do)… I raise my fingers to my lips and whisper her name, so I can feel the sound reverberate against my finger tips… I miss her, I feel incomplete… but, there is nothing I can do, I screwed it all up… and I’m sorry, but I am here now… but I want to go back… but I can’t.
music… I am on an Anna Murphy kick, she rules, her solo album is amazing… but check this out… I dare anyone to not hear her vocal prowess:
wait until about 1 minute in… after that… man… vocal power unlike you have heard in a while, trust me… the guitar lick almost sounds like Johnny Cash covering NIN “Hurt”…
plain.
“forecast” 7.19.18
the peace
the calm
the still
of dawn
before
the storm
precedes
the sun
tempests
can not last
the weather
breaks
but will never
-cease
notes… Sometimes I like simple, this is on of those times.
dirt.
“tasked” 4/27/18
I paused
I stopped
to look around
I never noticed
-the sound
until now
at first a gentle scratching
scraping tapping
on the ground
I try to recall
when I was put to this task
a minute, some months
decades past?
I look up and about
from half ways down
try to estimate my position
and to what contract I am bound
to this
across the plotted fields
the very same sounds
a constant beat
against the ground
metal clinks
and again
same refrain
chanting thumping metal frames
penetrates and lifts a mound
metal, dirt, metal, dirt
always down
always down
notes… I sort of was thinking of the Matrix scene where Neo is “reborn” and also the “fields”… a great metaphor for life, so I imagined that we are all just on this endless plain digging our own graves… because, in a sense, we are, we are all traveling in that way, I am not saying I like it, but it is the truth, which makes me understand suicide more from a rational sense but it is something I could never do… even though honestly, logically the equation is the same… can you really argue that ? the only thing I can champion is maybe just maybe instead of suicide there is creation- of art, of life, of cures of disease, of inspiration of invention, of children… because the human experience tells me.. things are possible, the impossible is possible, death will never be cheated or defeated (everything has an end), but the fight… remember the fight and try to win even when you know you will not. that is the hope of humanity, at least that is what keeps me going, and my hope to inspire. I am just a man but I want to be more. the question is… do you ?
Musical choice ? I will not pull punches.. I think Anna Murphy is the goddamn balls…
She is of course originally from the band eluveitie, and if you have to ask she is playing a Hurdy Gurdy… yeah, totally obscure mechanical violin instrument from the middle ages
Helios.
So, to be fair, I was too lazy (tired) to type out some new stuff I wrote today (that I really liked, inspired by the movie “The Mercy” which I loved but haven’t had a chance to write up a review yet…), so instead I am posting some stuff I wanted to post anyway. Obviously the sun is central…er, essential… um, important! Ancient cultures showed reverence, and in matter of fact we are quite dependent.. being in the “Goldilocks” zone… I am confident there is life out there (hence my interest in the SETI project) but of course the sheer vastness of space probably guarantees that in my life I will never see… alien life, so I will probably just have to settle for you (sigh…)… any-who, here is some cosmic musings from a cosmic fool…
“suns” 4/7/18
the sun has her planets
the galaxy has her suns
and yet among
the vast all composed
I have
but none.
5/31/18
as I pass
and evaporate
into the sun
I migrate
might I become
helium
fuel the world
new life to come
6.14.18
O’ setting sun
might I say goodbye
and good night
for you will come again
and wink upon the dawn
to once more consume
the world in fission’s glow
wrapped round the world
as you may go
vanquish night
like a god indeed
golden chariot
drawn by flaming steeds
pacing hooves
count the hours
prancing hooves
across the manor
but all the while
as we view
in truth
’tis us
who orbits you
music… again I am going heavy, swedish folk music mixed with metal (flutes, violins and death metal)… seriously (so ye be warned)…
