Posted in stream of consciousness

My Cup Is Empty

I want to write, so badly, but my brain is stuck in update.

I feel like I’m constantly processing and unable to ever get far enough to spew my learnings onto paper.

Every day there’s a new piece of information, a new outrage, a new something that leaves me staring at the screen and grimacing.

Why are we like this?

Perhaps its the effects of months long abnormality or a year that has proven, like most stressful times, when one thing goes it all falls apart.

This year has been the car with freshly erupted flames on the side of the interstate. The family, barely freed from its grip, looks on in horror as they wonder how they got there.

Because of that, the constant imploding of every moment this year has had to offer, I feel my creative well has run dry and I’m in desperate need of replenishing it.

Anyone else? I know I can’t be alone.

Posted in Word Prompt

Bucket

I’ve got a bucket full of memories.
I spill from my deepest estuaries.
Like blood from fresh cuts,
Across the beds of my fingers,
Driving down to my thighs
Where the rivers run deeper
And the water bleeds darker.
My bucket fills with hazy days,
Dark specters and figures
Blending with the nightly shadows,
Caressing the darkest pieces
Just beyond the noise.
You bring me silence.
You bring me quiet.
You build dams to my scars;
Stopping the flow to my bucket of hell.
I’ve never found one like you before,
A soul that beats so close to mine.
Your blood flows darker,
Deeper,
Divine,
Through this bucket of mine.
You touch the chaos,
No fear etched across your face.
You try to take it all away,
Try to steal my bucket of time.

Posted in Word Prompt

Embrace the Chaos (Why I Love My Rock N Roll)

WordPress Daily Prompt – Enamored

I’m a little enamored …. In reality I’ve just had this in my head for a while and have been looking for an excuse to write it. It doesn’t fit the prompt really but who cares …

Rock n’ roll.

Chaos.

Rebels.

Our world in it’s purest form is nothing more than chaos.

We’re human, we can’t function in that. We have to categorize, name, label … we have to organize. How else can we maintain control of the chaos? And if you can’t maintain control of the chaos … well, what do you have?

I fell in love with music at an early age and I fell in love with rock n’ roll when I realized how it embraced the chaos.

The very essence of rock n’ roll is chaos, it’s the ever changing, ever evolving, ever rebelling against the categories, names and labels that society has tried to fit over it. At best society finds a neat box for it postmortem but by then it’s slipped again, right through the fingers and onto the next evolution.

How beautiful that change always is.

How misunderstood as well.

In reality everything we know is based off concepts we’ve created. All of our ideas, all of our perceptions, everything in the most basic forms comes from decisions made by other beings just like us. Someone decided the grass was green and the sky was blue and it was so, now that’s what we’re taught.

Seeing the grass as any other color is weird.

We put clocks on ourselves, gave ourselves a set number of hours, days and years. We govern ourselves by our clocks, by what we believe that concept of how much time has passed should say.  We tell ourselves we should or shouldn’t do certain things, we should or shouldn’t love certain people all because maybe we’ve had more or less time pass than others.

Saying age is only a number is odd.

We live in a society that tries to maintain control of the chaos. We poke and prod, we push to extreme measures, we punish, sometimes viciously, those who break the molds.

Then, roaring out of nowhere, comes rock n’ roll. A band of people, just like you and I, riding the chaos. But, they fall outside of societies box, so they’re rebels, they’re bad, they’ll influence your children to drink and smoke and get all drugged up. Then they’ll drag them to the pits of hell and back again on their chaos beast.

Maybe it’s more that the greatest fear we have is the fear of change and what is chaos but change in a constant fluctuating state?

Just like the world around us is always changing so to is rock n’ roll.

The risk comes when you have to decide if you’ll ride that change or if you’ll allow yourself to be placed into a box and neatly labelled.

For me, I will always choose to embrace the chaos. I will always side with my rock n’ roll.