Whatever Bass You Have, You Still Have To Play It
I was stupid and
nobody likes to see a stupid guy become smart
entire industries are built and belabored to death around this core concept
the meek shall be meek
and the people who don’t need to inherit the earth inevitably do
we get what we get [usually]
and its not what we deserve [mostly]
in my hands is a very simple piece of wood
cared for by ions of instances unfolding just so
whatever bass you have, you still have to play it
so play it
A Sense of Place is a Thrilling Thing
I just feel like I’m pacing around around
as gravel whispers secrets to the wind
and I can’t seem to get a grip or a foot on anything that might help
I see it in crushed beer cans
and the lipstick stain on a cigarette butt
a stranger’s laugh from a cafe that I’ve always wanted to drink in
bricks in the walls
as foreign as stars
I want to belong I want to belong
another night I sit here
and wish it was somewhere else
Somedays, We Are Free
and its not every day
which is precisely what makes those days so special
those days that pass like an outlaw
running faster than fuzz ever could
with a smile across his lips
not a care in the world other than this
moment
the sky opens wide
like a piece of music with no end
and it is pure poetry
our shadows stretch tall and grow confidently towards the light
the weight of our world is but dust in the air
forgotten like echoes that vanish with prayer
our hearts take to wing on an infinite breeze
and dance with the sunbeams through whispering trees
somedays, we are truly free
may it be a lifetime of days like these
for you
I Don’t Know How To Make Everybody Happy (And I Don’t Care)
another evening spent disappointing people
and I really tried this time, I really did
but you have to be yourself, unequivocally
and anyway I’m tired of being the goddamn lighting rod of your expectations
I walk unburdened through the silent horde
There is a point on this earth that I am trying to reach
It is not on a map
I don’t know how to make everybody happy
and I don’t care
b/c in my heart
the smallest delight
is all that I wish to share
We Can Be Dragged Or We Can Let Go
the road ahead is battered with snow
our boots are like anchors that sink towards the flow
the weight depresses beneath a creeping sky
pulling us under and keeping us dry
you get so tired of the fighting
sometimes
and you let it pull you down down down down
waying limp as leaves in a storm or
as wild as the stars (falling)
there is another way and its so hard to see
we can cast off the chains-simply walk away
and step out from the noise of whatever should be
and let the wind decide the route we’ll take
The Snow Falls Like Stars, The Snow Falls Like Missles
The snow falls like stars
as if
the heavens have gone mad, spitting out their little pieces of light like sunflower seeds
and letting them hit the cold cold earth with a sickly, tremendous thud
and it is so sharp-like broken glass.
or promises made in the dark
the sky’s a dead thing,
all gray and swollen
with taunting clouds that are very fat
and very slow
The snow falls like missiles, too
a thousand and one blades that pierce the silent air
there is always a war going on somewhere
and its really sad to know that and to believe it in your heart
I wish that the snow would just fall
soft
on everything
whispers of white
a frozen sigh
Going To Sleep Without Setting An Alarm
one of my favorite feelings-
just the idea of casting yourself off into the wilds of possibility
unchecked
unbothered
with freedom from and freedom to
the clock is a liar anyway
that little bastard doesn’t always have to own me
let the night shake its bones outside my window
and let the morning face itself
I will wake when the spirit remembers to tell me
and not a second before
Chopsinho Running in the Snow
snowflakes caught in a dance that only he knows
awkward excitement
getting caught in a loop and loving it
it is Chopin the dogs first snow
he leaps
the world shifts within his paws
no rules but joy
only joy
we love you, Chopsinho
thank you for being a friend
and thank you for running through the snow