a cost, to care,
to be willing to be fair
to be in the midst of the wherever
whenever
mist must make lust disappear
a cross in weird wary eyes
a lost bear hypnotized
when in the back of that car
when in the trunk of that car
sinister sounding now innocent then
a group of high school kids heading up for a full moon wander in the woods
just laughs and all, nothing really even consumed or ruined
kind of amazing how beautiful we were
where we walk and work makes talk
listen up and lose
your all lost
you’re all lost
still huh? wowowowow
it’s just time to like
get going with it all and you know
make it happen whether anyone is happening
whether anything is
whether whenever ends
just you know, me you and this
i like the idea of playing with
not songs
not there at a ll
but want to maybe live inside one moment
for long enough
to make it not forget
able
wish i was closer to you
through
that
honestly
let’s get closer
to
…
marching on
can some time go
somewhere quiet
some time ago
somewhere quiet
go forth into it
quoth four in so as
you cross your heart
miss
led
mix the best with the best
and the red
letter
with the said and said
coy you say
oh boy
you say
we’ve got it right here
stuck inside our heads
this treasure
lead
you can control
which way them
stars turn
if you let
yrself
close
fold
book
make something
blindfolded
to never look
at
something to clean
refresh
less
oh
so much
too much
to take
in
how much
can you take
take in
take
it sits
there
it hits you
there
whispering pines
overhead
oh
overhead
and with us in the shadows
that which goes
shwoom
wisshhhh
disssssapear
mixed trail
with time
and got to there
painted eyes
forever inquisitive
completely invisible
hanging on
holding
oh yeah
HANGING ON BY A THREAD
whatever
just
threads
connect ing
less
than breath
in unity
pushed or
forged
or forgotten
we go
off
trail
up the mountain
inside
and
memory
who
you
and
me
trail up the
hill
inside
and
totally
free
who
you
me
let’s
let
go
and get
up this
trail
hill
who cares
just make
it
happen
mister
misses
no wantoo hear
no other
whatever
it’s good
forget
what
i should
let me
get
good
whatever
zig zag
uphill
read book
backwards
turn
back
time
burn black
bleed tact
underfoot
undermined
heroic
just to push forward
to want
with joy
to push forward with joy
is just about the most heroic thing
i saw today
and it
filled me with
so much love
i almost died
carry
me weight
oh
very
importantly
wait
hear
here
know thyself
with myself
and why self?
run?
a catastrophe
broke the sky open
no more watching
watch it
went to the women’s march in downtown LA yesterday
it was good to be there, not knowing what or why
i was by myself as i am not good at organizing intentions
and also it was total chaos
but the brain just can’t comprehend how many human beings were there
alive and
united
i’ve been to big protests
against the iraq war in portland
but this was just, beyond comprehension
and endless stream of
hope, honestly
outside the wall
of the noise machine
i stood
for ten years
or so
it was all
muffled bass
and more
it was all
soft core
in the fair air
on wavves of wind
rushed in
insight
into
why
this thing or that
might
occupy
space
negative or no
this year we call these things
reveries
where the music floats away
invisibly
picking up the cello again
stumbling over it
and that’s fine
and that’s
what happens every time
with every thing
and you remember it’s yours
if you tell yourself
so
is that a word?
favores
whatever
is that
even
a word?
let’s get
all caught
up
and play
geetar
gee
star
end of week, time getting circled on itself, here are some 2 minutes of music for your day, week, life.
making the pentatonic hits, on a daily basis
ok, everyone is allowed to play with synthesizers every once in a while. i don’t know how i feel about this but it is today’s thingy, so there.
here’s another ukelele poem
wow, i got lost this weekend and it was great! this sunday eve i recorded some ukelele just to check in with you
This one turned out a bit hippy, if that’s your thing, you’re welcome, if not, you’re welcome.
also, Music Everyday was / is like, not the creativist title ever and so these are now a part of a thingy called “REVERIES” and yes, that added notch of pretentious *does* make me breathe a little easier.
the end.
