Just a coin tossed in a well
A wish for a sprite that exchanges
blessings for small change
or a notebook full of realistic goals
But how crazy is that
Just a coin tossed in a well
A wish for a sprite that exchanges
blessings for small change
or a notebook full of realistic goals
But how crazy is that
Tomorrow I will take the skies
The Phoenix from the fire
But today you win
Ashes Ashes
You win Ashes
Under your feet
Turn on the TV
Sit back and relax
Your world is Ash
1. The might you hide behind to be right
2. The dream you hide from yourself
3. The nightmare no one else hears
4. Believing everything is possible for everyone else
5. Unknown resistance
6. Morning lists
7. Here and now
8. Free will
9. None of the above
And then …
You had it all figured out, until it all fell apart
And you don’t even care
Stay in bed until noon
Skip the funeral for ice cream
It isn’t that bad
The trick is to disappear when no one is looking
It’s easy
Cover your eyes
And disappear
Dear Moon:
I feel you drifting further away every night. It is only a matter of time until you swing a little to far away and ….
Well, there you go
After reading a letter intercepted in war, where a son writes his mother to tell her he is still alive
As a number
I looked up your meaning
As symbol, as definition, as statistic, as prophecy
You were one among a million
Who walked under an infinite sky
As the chosen few rolled the dice
and lived
1. The weight you hide behind at night when you really just want to be right
2. The dream you know you must keep hidden
3. The nightmare no one else hears
4. Believing everything is possible for everyone else
5. Unknown resistance
6. Morning lists
7. Here and now
8. Free will
9. None of the above
To be continued …
Was it just me or was it easier to take yourself to seriously in the 80’s?
Adults seemed to have no clue or I had no clue …
Whatever, I always found solace in music.
Even today as a grown up, music is still important. Who knew! In the 80’s it almost seemed like adults only turned on music in the car.
Commercial Radio! Urgh!
I don’t know how I lived before pandora.
Oh Yeah! Mix tapes!
because how many LP’s had 2 great songs and the rest, not so great.
mix tapes were cut in paste awesome!
Especially mix tapes made from CD’s from the library!
And that is how I rolled. Cheap.
In the dark days before Pandora and youtube, young people used to listen to two or three songs for every 10 minutes of adds on commercial radio, don’t even get me started on the obnoxious DJ’s who thought they were so cutting edge, gag me with a spoon, cool.
The mix tape was salvation.
Maybe back in the day, young men wrote sonnets, but in the 80’s they made their girlfriends mix tapes.
Ahhh! Those new romantic new wave years!
But I digress, the 80’s were to beautiful to last. I never had mad skillz with hairspray, or it melted in the Texas heat. Allot of 80’s songs didn’t hold up when the delirium of hairspray fog lifted, but I still miss that hiss of the needle hitting the vinyl.
The light here has its own ambition
To light the world
And the hearts of men
But only in the day
Call it fickle
One day
A blazing glory
One day
Hiding behind every dark cloud
But I have learned to grasp the ever changing light
To rest in night
Whisper in shadows
And my view
Perspective
Has slowed
As the light fades
Across the sky
Wisdom sings another chorus
Out of the blue
That song stuck in my head
I sit in the eagles nest
Watching
Waiting
As the sky opens
And the shadows dance in the grand chasm below
A million years of stone layers split
To reveal my past lives
And I still wait
Another day
Wash, rinse, repeat
Failure, disappointment, and yet the days pass
Hope lights the morning sky
but with it anxiety
that it will just be another day
another day of oppression
another day of failure
just another day
but hopeful that this new dawn will bring a new day
Your eyes are poison
Speaking resentment and hate
Privilege challenged
The rising tide 