whistle on the tracks high pitched hum the shake and sway while my fingers catch letters words fly forward like a typewriter punching keys the page is not as empty as it once was the music continues streaming endlessly a beat linked together like the words they combine together form a picture with no picture…
Tag: poetry
shifting viewpoints of the night sky
night sky a blanket that is not smoothed out the light from a full moon can be piercing making eyes water bright and blurry until shifting gaze looking differently into the distance the nuances of the moon’s exterior are in full view detail takes my breath and gives it to the beauty of the moment …
i live on a planet of sound
i live on a planet of sound highs and lows form the landscape the temperature the texture echoing calls from far off voices that carry over tremendous distances a beat that makes walking an adventure a thrill an experience clouds you could reach to warm harmony that drifts into a distant horizon
the many little things of today
went a new way today discovered a surreal plant discovered how one street was connected to another did many small things that i hope will have an impact felt better when i left than i did as i entered taking a deep breath here we go found ways to help those around me found little…
all night
sweat room full of magenta purple bright light pans every corner tiny moving reflections circle the room expanding into points warped by their orbits and 90s house beat vibrating basslines that carry us across warm mid levels with synthetic piano dancing shadows move in a small room crowded empty each one alone even in the…
morning air
when the sky looks like a thin mist bright blue mixed with clouds from another world when music seems to hang on the air and everything is vibrant, as if truly deeply more real than what reality is when the chill of the air brings excitement dancing to become warm hands in pockets running in…
below
i’m hoping that underneath the surface filled with storms and sharp currents fierce winds that whip cheeks heavy waves that seem to never end that there is a space of calm and depth its sophistication so intense that those who witness it would be in awe make someone look twice then dive under deep with…
note book
there is a worn notebook collection of songs blueprints frayed at the edges from hours, days, years spent underneath the machine tinkering with word placement the edges frayed the paper sometimes coffee stained the ink runs where liquid hit the page these songs, while just created, are ancient timeless yes, this notebook is a series…
secret walk
i have a secret walk that is not so secret it has no special door or key or access code it does not require a fee in some ways, it may be circuitous maybe it seems not very direct to those who know that i take it to get to a particular destination it’s not…
The Dynamics of Groove 