A Call to the Artist Archetypes
When we gonna listen,And realize we got nothing to say,When we gonna break up,‘Cause we got nothing new toSay.We’re all just on some mission,some cheap and self glorifyingmission,When’re we gonna listen, (Electronic music interlude… Still going…. Breaking it down now, still…………breaking down…………… ) OK. Here we go… i’ve got another question for ya. …
Carried Away (A Poem)
Carried Away Scattered leaves, various shades of chrome-yellow, and currant, stream endlessly, carried away by the current over and over again leaves pass, not too dissimilar to discern the difference. However, without the underlying knowledge that there is change, there would only be insanity – Still, the water, seamlessly drifts – flashes of silver and…
(fuzzy keyboard droning.) I saw myself finally, I was really high, (looping guitar riff.) I watched from the sky draping the atmosphere like a weather balloon I saw my story; an American TV reality drama And I’m the one …
Here on earth we’re spinning ’round mirrored reflections Oh whoa ho sometimes I catch myself and everything goes streaming by this is where I see I’m a part of it. Touching that which can’t be touched I’m touched. We’re spinning ’round heart reverberates into the endless mirror chasm Oh whoa ho-o Filtering down back into…
Crystal Mtn Peak
I talked a lot on our way up the 6,500 ft peak. I talked and taught until I realized that the mountain said more than I ever could. The wind through the pines and birch, rushing water from a distance, the bird’s song, our shoes on the dirt trail, the clouds, the sky, sun breaks,…
You sit in your suburban castle, out of touch with reality. Glued to your screens, life is such a hassle. Maintain your ego through the fallacy of free will. Subscriptions, deadlines, and headlines. Rewind. Disheveled hair and yesterdays sweats. You’re too busy to be kind, I’ll never learn to live like you, where life is…
Today we move like the wind, through the marram grass, and sand dunes, never getting snagged, forgetting and moving on.
You should have heard the gulls last night. They cooed and hawed in the fog over a rising tide. Wind rippling echos in the mist. Mist from what is certainly not considered fog anymore, but cloud. Every once in a while one glides overhead, chattering, on some mission perhaps known only to nature.
We live forever in a moment; Her head slumps in my shoulder as she drifts to sleep Through the window half light fractures the red cedar bark, peeling back layers of time. It’s the kind of light that used to mean time to head home. Shadows of branches distend to the fuzzy green and brown…
Most of the time i can’t trust myself enough To know that i know enough about what i’m doing. Running on the treadmill always trying to keep up Gnashing teeth. Wringing hands. What is it i don’t understand? I keep trying to fill this emptiness, with some goddamn ideal will it ever be enough? Spiraling…