from a super nintendo video game, yeah, call me a dork (or an old school gamer) but imagine hearing this for a few hours as you battle amazing imaginary things on your 16 bit console… it is lovely… and totally invokes the feel of the game and wonder… the whole soundtrack is amazing and has been re-recorded and done by an orchestra actually (as have many games such as Legend of Zelda)… so this is a thing… or I keep telling myself that…but ..music is time travel, it can take you back... to that time in your life… music is an amazing thing… birds do it, other animals … perhaps? maybe music is the real key to life.
our own making
where as I might delve
into my deepest thoughts
a cliff
of my own making (of course now)
but how to train
yourself
among your experience
had by none
except…
yourself
that is the conundrum
of these short times
our lives
so many billions born and die… and so on and so on… but yet we are all our own singularity, born only as the empty vessel with our own lens instead of the accumulated knowledge of so many ages… the strangeness is so strange to me, the universe is billions of years old, at least this one… (something had to exist before this did? or is this the first? can that be? so much to consider, leave it to a hawking I suppose) – does the every day person even consider such things? Do you?
we all… are human…
we all fall, we all fail, we all can rise…. that is all
if you know… you know, eric gales, that is all y’all
fabric
for even the fabric of space
wears down
to even holes
someone has to repair
as the fabric grows
so very old
and when the garb
has been outgrown
a hand me down
to another space
a matter of cloth
as this fabric created
shall not be destroyed
but remade
for all-time’s sake
space is the fabric that holds us all, in life, death, in peril and love, the under pinning of it all, the pillar upon which we all – live, seems more than a flimsy hammock I think…
life and lives…
the older I get, I realize I have lived many lives in this one life.
wolves
with what lies inside
is the same as wolves
all though we deny
what we know is true
and we say
and claim
that is what makes us human
before we make the kill
in our own way
no idea how the muse works, this just popped into my head, this is a total one take, I literally heard the words in my head and wrote them down… my old line, this is how I work, I don’t question it, I trust it sometimes… and sometimes not. so, here it is, I am my own mind… if you get it great, if not, fine enough, I post for me and if others understand, cool
sudden. realization.
when my eyes darken,
in a time of light,
I will know
this is the time of night.
but until that time,
I must rejoice
to bask in the light
of both the sun- and the moon.
with the whirlwind trying to get my mother end of life care I realize my own future… why is this not taught anywhere? This is a tidal wave… and only the brave might not get swept under by the might of such force… and car salesman, ahem sales people… I do not blame those trying to make money off such things, I blame the general lack of info and circumstance that allows such things. this was one of the longest weeks I can recall in a long time… of course time is the same but I am not in how I experience it…
cry out, and a tree falls
if I might cry out
who is there to hear me
if I scream inside
the voice, is mine
and even if-
there is ears, to hear
what might that reaction make?
so I might understand
the tree in the forest
and a lightning strike
or a tree alone in a grove
in hundred year stance,
for the same fate unfolds-
for both.
(but timing is everything)
one of my pet bands… I will always love them… and their debut album is a rock legend… you may or may not agree, matters not to me… I love it…
fools
the balance of fools
just upon the balance of fools I dance
without knowing
the music or the steps
but knowing in just breaths
that I am but on strings
to navigate such strings
while feeling the pull
and denying the same
(to myself)
insert words of wisdom here… sometimes I am the big ego, sometimes I feel like a pawn or a useless tool… depends on my mood, and the day… and if it matters anyway, I’m not sure… so…
sand.
will I be sand
or stone
when I go-
or have I already been
all of these
and more
have I been
fire that burns
or water for thirst
will I be a flash of light
across the sky
or the calming glow
of the vast twilight
for I will never know-
these memories may have been
but I can grasp-
the dirt within my hands
and dream of them
if only I could talk to my DNA and understand the spiral that is me.
