The Dynamics of Groove

itch

all i want to do is not write but i can’t help it what can i say? my fingers itch i don’t care if it’s important or interesting or inspiring or real i don’t care about that sometimes it’s as though i could be consumed by fire and then maybe then it would be when…

tunnel of sound

i am deep in a tunnel of sound where no one can see coming to you live purple light green light echoing drumbeat and bass so thick like a coat from the upstairs attic you try on you can try it all on here all are welcome particularly if you’re called weird or strange or…

break

perhaps it would be better to take a break to be silent for a while and not say anything but simply sit

watching the moon move

i watch small as the moon bright light big against the darky sky drifts changes faces changes perspectives the way it moves across smooth like a ship on calm waters deliberately it moves with purpose i watch it tracking it learning from the moon how to be so smooth

guardians

the pressure can be great it can be managed it can become somehing that needs to be addressed it can become like a leaky faucet it can overflow these moments require the support of guardians who can repair can reestablish any connection the guardians know how to traverse difficult lands how to overcome barriers and…

heat for the pain

the heat makes the pain go away deep on the other side of the skull brain pounding tightening with heat it cracks open millions of stars come outside in between the lines the crags and cracks steam rising boiling off ache the pain subsides it doesn’t become painful to exhale nothing deep within the nose…

calling echoes

walking through a deep valley down at the bottom echoes of voice reberate through what is dimly lit echoing song through the mist like a voice forgotten a memory calling moving forward mesmerized by the echoing walls mountains singing they whisper back they help you to remember to return calling as you step down the…

in between space

space in between waking and dreaming air is thick to move takes great concentration ideas memories moving towards resolution understanding and healing to be whole once more

big days

some days are big days you do a lot some days can be big days you do a lot and occasionally you get moments of groove like flow to describe it too much would unravel it shh don’t look pretend you don’t notice just quiet and there it goes on it’s own it flows on…

riding

riding the train while writing the simultaneous movement of fingers hunting and pecking words on the phone no writing pad candlelight quills dipped in ink nothing fancy about this writing desk or station no artsy cafe ambiance no comfy chair the incantation comes from the glow of the screen through smeared vaguely transparent windows city…