No words
No words
None will get hurt
Tag: prolific nonsense
Sometimes What’s Lost Never Wants to be Found
Not here to instill a habit
More joy in you stumbling upon it
Pulling rabbits
Wide Open Spaces
(Originally written some 19 years ago, I guess I’m still writing it…)
So tired
and sleepless
Hours away
from home
Watching the world
run silent
In bridges that burn
The Drive Back
….Collecting thoughts, however, in a rippling blur Silence has this distinct tone As, once again, you caught yourself alone…
Tend, Then See
We that lie, woolen sheep Attack at night, slowly creep
Another Forced Wake Up
The 60’s music are blaring, celebrating, a captured moment
Of how unaware it was of the 70’s intent…
We are taught, if not nascent, layers of blankets, randomly spread and exhausted from last night’s bout to recharge, the answers soon will be found not by the winners but by the hopeful.
Headspace: Succumbing
Succumb is a sad word from a set of fun syllables…
How the Race Found the Finish Line
I don’t know the chemistry of cures. The amount of persuasion the brain needs to swallow it whole. Assimilate to throwing darts in the dark against move the targets. Left to belief, because we all believe it.
Drum up a line. Shuffle this confusion. And find answers in the randomness, draw a convenient conclusion.
And then what? Lose myself from what I supposed to have got. Weave through this lot of have nots. This cycle I writhed in pain.
Wipe That Smile Off
I am feeling numb , evidently still, All I want is…
Stand Back For the Spare Crumbs
music.apple.com/ph/album/dance-of-the-clairvoyants/1495374767
This is probably the first song Pearl Jam relied heavily on the strengths of their rhythm section. Unless of course you count their version of The Who’s “The Real Me” (or any other Who song, for that matter).
The guitar section is relegated to stabs that mislead us to assume that this must be dad’s Funk or gramps’ disco. But this ride is much more unpredictable like Bowie’s Blackstar with Eddie supplying lyrics and vocals that challenge the whole structure to almost ruining it. “It’s not a negative thought, I’m positive!” Positive, Positive.”
This song is not anchored anywhere
danDAman 