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