toss me the cross and ill preach you a limerick
heres a lil poss for whatever this dc slam show is going to become.
theme most likely. reocurring little diddy
let me grab your ears
and stear you brothers and sisters
to our spot over here
we got words flowin forth
tryin to set your minds on the course
to recognize the tension
and unsettling force
looming everyday gaining power in any way
getting us all to turn our heads,
lock our lips
and shrink away
peace to you. peace to them
let's bring on the Peace Zen
listen for a moment
to put some action after "then"
i read this to tina already, so mike and liz read it up and let me know. liz write up some more ideas or thoughts about this dc pizazz so we can get more concentrated inner burn.
whiskey and wine
i'm back in boston for a stint after quite an insane two week period.
after you dudes went back to maryland i believe i went on what was more or less a two week drunk that ended two days ago. im not gonna lie. it was splendid. off from school. back at home with a bunch of friends and lots of beer being consumed. pretty golden. this did keep me from being the least bit productive. well i did do some work on my car and did take some random pictures. which i freaking love to do. but thoughtfully and creatively not too much flowed.
its totally two different worlds that i rock in. this boston and tolland thing is crazy. im back and forth so much. up here its definitely quieter and im in the city. down there its madness and its in the woods. boston gives me more seclusion from hanging out. i dont really hang out with anyone up here, and especially since school is done for a few weeks. hopefully this will provide me with inward thought and creative space.
i plan to ride through the city and sit and write in beautiful spots. i also plan to attempt to find an internship at a studio, keep reading more and more about audio equipment and sound shit, and fight the ongoing battle of songwriting.
liz, if you want to give me anymore specific info on that demonstration thing i can start thinking about a song or songs for that.
oh and......
HAPPPY MCFUCKING BIRTHDAY YOU BUNDLE OF JOYFLAVOR PLEASANTRY WIZZZZAA WONDERFUL CAT YOU!!!!!
-love ewee
flabbergasting the neighborhood
hyphenated hookers
dictating a philosophy of pleasure
of green
the utter complaint is worthless
wheres the logic in complaining
what a waste of particles
an inconsiderate spew of poshley parber
that shows dismalities of yourself
and poor control
i see it in excess
i do it as well
im not above my words
im within them and part of them
i am what brings on the words
but i see this
my fellows
my institution of sub collegiates
looking to get by without an attempt
not seeing the ease.
its not a college
a college does not bend
with the high pitched contrived yelps of pathetic voice
my institution does,
it seems false in some respects.
like i could take off my 3D glasses and seee that
its all just 50 feet away and it never really
reaches me
that i can walk right by it and it wouldnt matter
is my everyday a projection?
is it backwards
is it a hood that is past false and waiting for something>
humble the neighborhood
and maybe drop your trousers and
do cartwheels with exhilirating fervor.
bask in the projection or throw gummi bears at it.
humidity is a by product of complaining.
stop it
cherry flavor in your eye
packed solid humid halls
lounge later underwear saver
crisp coucil
bang and turn
A flower gestures....
hands me the sun....
toss me the floor
so I can jump down to the sky.
kerouac is dope
kerouac's
On The Road has got some rockin lyrical words of pure feeling and damn beatin emotion. i've been reading it for this class and he just writes as purely soulfully as a tenorman blows his insides out for the crowd to bathe in. read the pages like 199-204 or something like that with the tenor man it it will rock your insides so well.
im in class right now and should be physicing it up. possibly i shall now. burly. let's get together, yea yea yea.
pizza is brilliant
american psycho is mad nuts
so patrick bateman is insane
yet i see in him the awful truths of a tumbling society gripped with treachery.
good flick. i recommend. the 80s were nuts as well.
writing tunes and melodies and songs and compostitions is intriguing.
fiddle with your instrument.....
draw from inside yourself and touch the unknown,
bring out the unborn note and see what it feels like. taste its sound and then listen to its color.
gather another one and slide it onto the previous.
allow your appendages dance upon your medium, your sheet of receptive fiber awaiting your guidance through change. skew the focal point and frolic about the objective.
the meaningful won't be sought after. it will arrive without any ETA.
blow your damn whistle and see what spews.
my jingles of semi-tunes may sound like that of the over massed
wave of what have you poopin pop and such.
i dont care. i made it. it came from somwhere i cant trace yet i know it holds more untapped crystal. it soothes and simply sways from ear to ear. there isnt a key change or a flat five. i dont care. it has a voice and it makes better the silence of emptiness. more to come. the dancing will continue.
dance tonight. allow yourself to dance to the rhythm and melody of your cavern of sensation awaiting catharsis.
my fingers stink of popcorn.
what a daze in these days
days come upon me and they begin to happen without me seeing it
i lose track and suddenly im at a loss.
there's a void inside that is waiting for something
a kick in the ass....an overnight in prison...a terrible overnight drunk...
a near-death....a love beyond knowing.
I have been moving around in two worlds
and never grounding in a singular existence of myself
i cant let go and i cant push on.
im engulfed by an abyss of stagnant
that isnt now or present but an undecided now.
last week i felt incredibly lost in what ive been doing
and what ive been telling myself that i want to do.
i was deeply scared that i had no place in this "future" that
i had crafted for myself.
thinking these things made my throat close and
made walking down the street to my car almost impossible.
what am i doing?
why don't i have any urgency or passion to better myself?
where is the sense of pride that a person should have?
yet almostly instantaneously after this moment of terrible doubt
i found my haven.
i realized that whatever the fuck i'm doing now and whatever the fuck
i will be doing at the end of this stint in school...
i have you guys that are willing to create something in the world
that doesn't have the boundaries and shackles
that manifest into such internal conflict and momentary anguish.
i feel at ease and comforted knowing that
we will at some point....be together, making
our lives together the way that we know is best.
