This is writing that doesn't fit into any particular category. It's not prose and it's not quite poetry. It's not quite sane but it's something healthy. Not all of us have it figured out. I sure as hell don't. It's a series of locutions on madness and locura.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Dark Channel

Intake
I'm stuck on the dark channel
I've got my shiny guns and my plastic cups
I've got just about something I can feel

This room's got spirits.
This window's clear

I'm stuck on the dark channel
But I will find the way out
I will
Don't worry, Mom


I think I'm having a heart attack
It feels like sweet relief
When every thought brings me to the swamp
A good time one good job out of reach
I just want to feel real again
Like my eyes stay open

I remember when I could read
And when my heart still beat
I remember when I didn't think they were all laughing at me
And I remember laughing at the others
Because I was scared of me
I'm sorry God

Why did He do this to me?
I can't understand it
I wouldn't even wish this kind of shit
On my own worst enemy.
This is me
And I can't believe it's a disease


But you know
It does no good to run from a fortune-teller future
But to realize that you, like everyone else, are valid too
And your life is real and valuable and worth more than scornful looks
If you've been in that ditch, that cistern
There's nothing you can't do

I'm a big believer in forgiveness
Even from antiquity
Because the birds will keep singing
Flying overhead

Apostates and Animals

I think we forget that at the time, these modern-day heroes were reviled like the worst apostates and criminals. At the time, it probably seemed like these people were so "uncool"
almost insane.
They must have seemed dangerously radical, criminal, fringe.
But all they can do is search for the truth and fight for what they believe is right.
It matters not what others think.

Because there is only one judgment and it is withheld from us all.

We study to understand our lives as history. Our own choices, too, are constrained.

El mundo era tan reciente, que muchas cosas carecían de nombre

You can learn something
Every minute if you keep mind

Puedes aprender mucho, nunca todo
Si mantienes una mente tranquila

La vida es de caminar, andar
No es un camino al destino concreto
Busca a la verdad y vas a encontrarla
En los lugares más impredecibles.

Because even when your eyes see a desert
And your ears hear a tundra
Have a rainforest attitude
Because life is diverse.

It's so easy
To be absorbed by these clouds.

Monday, November 2, 2009

A series of loud noises

[Em - C - D/E slide - Esus2-Em(5)]
A stanza with no meter

A lot of the time I'm followed around
by a crowd of naysayers and detractors.
Their criticism is way beyond what could be considered
constructive.
On the contrary, it's nothing but aspersions.
Insults cast out from some ivory tower
With residence in the mirror

[Em - C - D - Gmaj - Cmaj7sus4]
All hope appears to be diminished
It's looking bad
No it's not looking good

The wolves are right on my heels
I can't weather the storm of noise
The shoulds and musts, the don'ts and the woulds
Bear so heavy, raining pure lye
There's nothing that can be done
Sound the retreat, put up the flags
Lie prostrate in your lies
[E-F-F#-G dim]

All love is gone, nothing is possible
The only thing I have left
Is a pitiful shell
A laughable caricature
That no one else seems to see

This is it
It's over
And into the bus lane I run
And into the sea I jump
Just to make it quiet again

Silences are sometimes the loudest
Silence is often sometimes the loudest
Oh silence is sometimes the loudest thing
Silence is the often sometimes the loudest
[E5+5th - C5+5th]

And then I wake up
But I never once slept
The sun won't let me rest
[Gmaj - Amaj]

Silence is the loudest
[E5+5th - C5+5th]