depress play
on any depressed day
i depress play
and engage
the motion
rolling
turning
makes a music
I can feel
working my fingers
threading my thoughts
with yours
through playing we
get free
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maybe 7 years
the maybe 7 year process
i once had words for concepts i no longer carry words for and i wonder where those words went, or did the meaning of those concepts change, or did i change, or do i simply use language differently than before? the hardest part may be finding a place where i can work and provide for myself while i locate myself amid internal recalibrations. then again these places do exist in my country where struggle and effort are appreciated and that will join you in your own locus, however exotic, with curiosity.
version
intro.version
why i wouldn’t wanna go where i am welcomed i cannot say… long i wonder how it came to be this way
magic
life becomes tolerable
moment by moment
it won’t ever be acceptable
in analysis
life won’t ever add up
to any magic number
it won’t hold in retrospect
it won’t measure up
to any ideal
life falls apart
then regroups
life is never the same
always changes and
cannot be predicted
by forecast or made
meaningful
no
life is unkempt
windblown
bedraggled
life will not love you only
you may love life
for the moment
you are lucky
to exist
the telling
Those who survived terrific and terrifying scenes of yesterday, survived simply in some cases today and tomorrow by not telling. Like authority or ego outgrowing itself — the truth was irrevocably exposed, and one could feel so out of place. Not making sense, all sense falls away…no grammar, no ruler, no rules. no meticulous edit. no beta.need.care.anymore. without any closure you-they-it has and have found recourse to-from…above-below…this. the very end. the beauty in live-to-tell was not in the telling. it was in not telling. or. surviving and not needing to tell. for now, you and all you have been through are known if not cherished.
flashes
flashes of pixel and chrome
The rivulets widened to small streams from slipstreams, then converged into rivers, and the leaders all washed away from one another on a tide of nationalist foam. votes cast for nuclear disarmament gone up in brilliant flashes of pixel and chrome. maybe subconsciously the world wanted to blow itself away. if it was unconscious, did that make it okay? the thought was alarming, so we encased it in plastic and sent it to sea. it looked good in navy. uncompromised. salt water couldn’t seem to break it down. permanent as a nike swoosh to the face. on a forehead. on a lace. demonstrably positioned yet so poorly placed.
deadbolt
i remember when i
did not feel safe
without a
surgical steel
Stiletto switchblade
pressed in
my palm
behind
a dead and
bolted
door
still
the greatest
danger i faced
at that time
was me
review: The Dead Zone
book review…
The Dead Zone by Stephen KingMy rating: 4 of 5 stars
This is definitely one of my favorites by King. If you are a child of the eighties (or older), gen x, you will get a real nostalgia kick what with all the references to American culture 1970’s. The characters come to life, the storylines thread well and weave into a fine fabric, and it’s not too gory or over the top with fantasy, less supernatural more psychic powered, and overall the book is pretty timeless. The movie’s not bad, either, what with Chris Walken. This ice cream cone is vintage Stephen King and stand alone sweet!
K IS SILENT 