There’s something to be said …
I think I thought you heard me …
Do we never learn?
Are you still afraid of heights?
Or has it spun, is it your turn?
You never saw it coming right?
Cuz we’re falling …
And I thought I heard you singing
Weaving tapestry tapes and sound.
How did it go again?
Unbound.
(2013) – Do you still have our song?
Tag: heart
Promise
I will wait for you
Because you steal my breath away
And you are where my heart stays
Insanity
I can’t assume this isn’t what falling into insanity feels like.
Memories amiss, blanket gaps in my revolving life show.
Yet something exists, just beyond the wall I’ve come to know.
Gentle waters stirred by an ever wandering, probing heart.
Diluting, circling, among the truths we can’t start.
Today’s random word was arise
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Silent Space
There’s silence in this space
Where we were told to wait
With folded arms
Into closed off hearts
We mourn the passing states
Young and old, breath and cold
We remain
43/365 Thin
If the way to a mans heart
Is through his stomach …
I’ve got a few skills to show you
I’m so stressed I could cry.
Sorry for the lack of effort.
But I did cook by throwing random ingredients into curry sauce (and seasonings).
It turned out better than I expected.
And I’m counting this as a picture post.
Two birds, one stone (or something like that).
Defibrillation (Core)
I stumbled over the core of my being
Face first I dive into pillows of the softest despair,
Broken down with years of fear and tears.
Bind the blankets to my sighing mouth,
Muffle the muted screams which never escape anyhow.
Imagine the fibers stretching down my throat,
Tying the ducts of lungs, rendering my breath obsolete
Paralyzing my heartbeat.
Stray strings climb through my nose,
Embedding in my brain, shutting down the ultra violet grandiose,
Channeling me to white noise,
Now escaping my vocal chords, commingling with silent sobs.
Vibrations in universal, numerological and runological,
Strive to stir the silent heartbreak within.
Defibrillation for the soul shredded, billowing in the wind
Unable to catch the stray pieces floating away again.
Happy Mother’s Day!
It’s Here
There’s a line
Between you and I.
Made of ice
Or glass
Or pure shine
It may be.
Nonetheless,
There’s a line
Between you and I.
It’s here
The story dilutes
Like ink in ocean.
It’s here
The line freezes
Like water in the dead of winter.
It’s here
I feel pure energy
Pulsing between you and I.
It’s here
Our locked gaze
Melts the frigid temperature away.
It was there
I felt most at home,
Wrapping my arms around you.
It was there
I realized,
Some things are simply meant to be.
Aqui.
It’s that time again!
Prompt – Present
Music – Pete Rock – Petestrumentals
Are you present?
Aqui.
Are we ever really?
This week has me wondering when the last time I really sat down and chose to be present in the moment was.
And what did it teach me?
Have you ever tried it?
Through meditation?
The hardest thing about meditation for me at first was clearing my mind.
It’s amazing how hard that can be.
We all have moments where we zone out and I guess sometimes we like to think of that as clearing the mind but it’s not really is it?
In my case I’m zoning out because there’s something very much there, standing heavy on my mind.
Definitely not clear.
I remember one of the techniques I learned was to think in images, not words, then clear those images away.
Put them away into boxes or whatever so that you can clear that space in your mind.
Do you know how hard it is to make a conscious effort to think without words?
It’s harder than you’d imagine it’d be.
Once you get better at it you’re supposed to be able to take this practice into daily life.
You can meditate while doing the most under appreciated things like walking or eating …
Concentrate on your step, how your foot hits the ground and moves you forward.
Do you really want to move forward?
What are you walking away from?
Towards?
What about your food, what does it taste like?
Hopefully not cheap corrugated plastic.
Do you remember the eyes of the person you love?
The exact way the colors of their iris flow into each other?
Or the way their eyes squint and the skin creases at the corners when they laugh.
How about their smile?
When they’re staring off into space, zoned out, and smiling to themselves,
Do you remember the way their lips curve?
How about the feel of their hand in yours?
Or their arms around you?
Do you remember the way their hair smells when you have them pulled close?
Time’s up.
Conveyor Belt Life
WordPress Daily Prompt – Conveyor
You stole my breath
My words and my heart
While I retraced my steps
Down this conveyor belt
To find what’s been lost.
Even though I move
Steadily away
The belt churns forward;
No regard for all this time
I’m begging to save.
Some say there’s a light
At the end of the tunnel.
I’ve never believed
In that plan.
Our time on this ever moving path,
Fleeting and over in a second,
May be the only turn we get.
I don’t mind
If you take my hand,
Share my words
And hold my heart while it mends.
You don’t have to steal.
I won’t run.
This belt grinds forward
Despite our flaws.
I Gave My Soul to a New Religion … 16 – 21/365
Pictures to catch me up on “picture a day”. I should start calling it picture dump to catch me up. We all know I love music. I’ve been feeling down and having a hard time lately so this weekend I hopped around to a couple of cities to visit my favorite soul surgeons.
Leah Shapiro , drummer for Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
Robert Levon Been, bass (and all the instruments also) of Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
Peter Hayes, guitar (and all kinds of other instruments) of Black Rebel Motorcycle Club
These guys were the opening band, The Night Beats. Lovely way to open the shows. In Houston the bassist’s mom came up and got on the rail with us. She couldn’t stop gushing about how adorable her son was on stage. That’s support man
I went to two cities, Houston and New Orleans. Other than my pictures of the show in Houston I didn’t really take many others. I just didn’t find as much that captivated me.
New Orleans … that’s going to be it’s own post because it’s one of my favorite US cities (with the exception of the band pictures, BRMC pics above are the New Orleans show).