July 2012
20 posts
Emanating beneath tired metaphors,
lost within representation and symbolic gestures,
wondering when the smoke and mirrors will fall away.
“I’m always super-conscious of how whenever I go out into the world, whenever I get involved in a relationship, my idea of who I think I am utterly collides with the reality of who I actually am. And I continue to go out even though who I am always comes up short. I always prove myself to be less generous, less charming, less considerate, not as bold or energetic or intelligent or courageous as I imagined in my solitude. And I’m always being insulted, or snubbed, or disappointed. And I’m never in my pajamas.
And yet, in some way, maybe this is better…”
David Gray - Transformation:
Oh my heart is bold as brass
Roll it out like summer grass
Take me back where I come from
Transformation has begun
Throwing off the clothes of day
Complications fall away
All I am is laid to waste
Transformation takes my place
Sondre Lerche - No One’s Gonna Come:
It doesn’t make sense how you can leave the ground
and enter the sky and stay there too.
Down in the valley, a myriad of fools.
And sometimes they invite you to do what you do.
And these fools share my opinion that flying is crazy too.
Tool - Jimmy:
Moving me with a sound.
Opening me within a gesture.
Drawing me down and in,
showing me where it all began, eleven…
I wish that I could see you turn and run to play.
Dreams are fading.
Carry my ancient soul.
Carry me into the light.
Aim your body heavenly, enduring a memory.
I’ll come to your light.
Hold your light.
Hold your light where I can see it.
Hold your light.
Eleven, lead me through each gentle step, by step,
by inch, by loaded memory.
I’ll move to heal.
As soon as pain allows so we can reunite
and both move on together.