Sometimes it is the grit and filth that makes things beautiful. Take sunsets for instance. The colors that capture out hearts are a byproduct of the pollution in the atmosphere. A simple perversion of normal light, bending it ever so slightly, taking your breath away.
Creating magical moments that stick to our hearts like refrigerator art. Moments that live on much longer than the gradient of day and night. Now apply the joys of a sunset you have shared with a special someone. Hand in hand moments with nominal degrees of separation between beauty and grit.
Should adults living in a fairy tails?
The ones and zeros, are error corrected.
The transformation, caterpillar to butterfly
Dinosaur to oil
A magic trick to entertain children
Birthday party bound
Bleeding in the street
Twenty years later
Remembering backwards
A simplistic complication
Divided contractual basis
Hopscotch, Motherfucker
Double dutch Detroit tickler
Thumb stroke on a Rolex watch
This is not entertainment
This
This here is a heart exploding
This is a one eyed man
In the kingdom of the blind
This is brailed bass for the deaf
These are the bumps that make you quiver
This is my touch in the heat of summer.
The type of touch that raises those hairs
that you don’t show anyone.
I’m getting thirsty.
Sometimes, yes it is that easy. It is a special curse to listen to people and not just hear what they are saying, but to hear what they mean. I think that is why people are shocked at my advice. Usually it does not pertain to the subject at hand but it does address the root of the problem. For most people that want to pop a pill and deal with the symptoms this is hard to digest. For the few people that are comfortable with poking around and to feel out their issues my advice is usually a good landmark to travel by.
At any time that you start to question yourself this is a good indication that you need to slow down for a second and perform a self check. See if the check clears your bank before you start spending credit all over town. Because you never know who might come to collect. You never know when angles will go hunting on wings dipped in blood. I have tried to follow the stars to saviors. I try to do good. I still can hope.
I am being watched.
This feeling hasn’t happened in a long time.
I felt the same when I was a child
Playing in a spare bedroom
in the duplex where I grew up
A spirit of light would raise
form behind a dresser
that belonged to my mother
When she was a child.
The spirit felt good, it was curious
It missed the feeling of being alive
Just watching.
I guess I am projecting
quite a lot right now
all these creative juices
a massive amount of energy
In a outward flow for my being
All out one and with out direction
I feel really clean right now
I feel slow but the right speed
maybe this is what people call relaxed
usually bouncy and edgy
Right now completely comfortable and complacent
Maybe I just need to kick off these socks
Excuse me
I like the floaty bits
Dust in water and refraction of bubbles
The particulars of particulates
Rapid LFOs
Someone hit the drummer with a freeze ray
The sound brings to mind standing still in a busy airport
Taking in all the sounds at once and finding the rhythm of life
Tray table up, the exit is in the row behind you
Beep beep, sup motherfucker?
Crosswalk handjobs
Stick shift vibrations
Popping that clutch
Losing traction
slippery when wet
Detroit Tickler.
Waking up the neighbors
Kids today, I remember when…
I remember the machine’s final beep choirs
The face contorted
feeling like I failed
Have you ever seen a saint die?
The white bird, my hero
Don’t let your loved ones grow up to be cowboys.
Don’t have the dream to grow up to be a musical instrument.
Dumbing down visual language
Pulling the wings off flys
Taking that next step
This journey to the edge of the universe
And to scared to take that next step
fools and prophets
The silent teachers
Carnal contradictions
just holding my breath
like eight bit drum sounds
performance art breaking the ice.
Sometimes, specifically at awkward times like these,
I wish life was scripted.
I would pick up the loosely bound manual,
thumb a few typed pages ahead
in hopes of putting to rest
this feeling of uneasiness.
Wishful thinking aside.
I also have my fair share of heartbreak,
mixed with sprinkles of collapsed dreams,
and frosted with the fear of tarnishing
the most beautiful thing in my life.
But sometimes we have to forget
the issues and do what is right.