The eruption was sudden
Light cast skyward.
That melted into mist,
That flowed into the air around us.
We sat playing
While the Earth surged around us.
Earthquakes in harmony to the sound.
That blew from flutes
That came from our drums
That escaped from trembling metal wire
We took, the magic that was locked away.
In each of us,
Those lost notes that were hidden.
Shimmered back free.
Some told us it was prophecy.
But for us it was just another day
That for us, playing music together.
Was like a snake shedding skin
Another newer version
hiding just within
i've been thinking a lot.
that is usually how trouble starts.
with a fixation or hobby
with focusing on too many things
when I know, me
this ( me )
this person who just can't be one thing.
this awful being that is so consuming
it wants to burn itself out
and happy doing it, if im being honest.
But that's what being happy is right? You take all the interests and do them. You take all the people and blend them? You watch all the shows, listen to all the podcasts and take all the notes?
I used to think of palm trees
as fireworks in full bloom
that littered the walkways
next to wafting sage brush
shades and shadow
on sunny days
Littering the boardwalk
I feel like I'm the wind.
Wrapping myself into any shelter.
Anything to stay,
Then a tug.
A longing to leave.
From where I can't stay.
That I've got to grow
That I've got to build into a gust
That I need to be a tornado
Tearing the trees from roots
Roaring across plains.
I feel like I'm the wind
That just came off the ocean
You waved as I passed.
For eternity you were nothing
until just now, forgotten.
flooding memories
all of 'you' is back.
and it's not the pain
So I stop, wave back
then pull myself together
movement is what keeps us awake
when we start to fall – it's like:
life is saying, “something”
just out of reach.
to fully understand, though,
you'd have to go to sleep
i have a secret world,
that blossomed from all my fears,
that I scribbled down in electric notes,
that will never disappear.
when all my days are over,
as slowly my words undone,
seek out my hidden hamlet
and read it while sitting under the sun.
the breathe caught in my throat
as the cradle slowly climbed,
click
click
click
in each moment
i could feel time
being so caught up in the stream, its intoxicating
click
I found a mountain far away, that looked like one
Id seen on the drive here,
the smell of popcorn wafting through the incensed air
click
We've only talked on the phone, how could this be so easy.
As easy as getting on a rollercoaster
terrifying
is .
climb .
the .
.
but
the
drop
is what sets
love
free