I can’t recall ever
in this life
pondering
going back
one day in time
until today
blacqbook photo: two four post
blacqbook photo: two four post
I can’t recall ever
in this life
pondering
going back
one day in time
until today
blacqbook photo: grate rats past tense
Time to shed this skin
again, no real purpose
except to lose myself in amongst the wild
so the rain washes away what was
celebrated, as others
see how I was formed
I will paint my skin black and tremble
set for my first earthquake
after years of being
much less than humble
blacqbook photo: bench the living or be benched
Outside of
two years ago
sitting on a side bench
along a wall in a hallway
I observed Mercedes in conversation
I hadn’t seen her since years before
Is she grander?
loftier
I sensed we were the dream
as her tête-à-tête ended
she began to make her way over to me
to greet her, I found myself standing
searching for words
mirroring my emotions
first thought “I love you” or
maybe something else
more true than truth
as she reached me, out of my mouth
with great warmth
looking directly into her
“I miss you”
these words were complete
Mercedes was about to join me
on the bench to catch up on time passed
she then held on to the sides of her dress
as it seemed to fill up with air
fully inflated, she floated away
blacqbook photo: tree up high
if I was the star
I would go from village to village
listening for the sweet music
in the stillness of the sky
the tree would be my source of drink
dialogue would flow on down from the vine
reaching across this vast earth
I would unashamedly dance through nature
reflecting all of the world
not the bad, nor the good
I would savour the night
from high over the greatest mountains
transporting dreams to the dreamers
I would be courageous
I would run to you
blacqbook photo: dandelion blacq
be the light
she's the light
go forth
summon the light
the light shines on her
light, attract light
be
blacqbook photo: talking to shadows
I came in with nothing
wanna leave with nothing
wanna leave something
no big wish, no to do list
just gotta gotta do it
leave something
could even be a scrawl
don't want nothing
I'll give you something
that takes you to your past
to when there was nothing
everything was nothing you could take
they wanted to leave with nothing
leave us something
like drawings on the wall
give us bone give us wisdom
leave us nothing but the earth
I came in with nothing
wanna leave with nothing
wanna leave something
more than just words
some inspiration for the masses
so they want to leave with nothing
not trying to make sense of it all
don't want nothing
I'll give you something
in some deep dark cave
when I leave with nothing
like drawings on the wall
blacqbook photo: my dream in white
bring me more peace and serenity
bring me some toys
suspend me
down from your heavens
bring me more sweets
bring me some joy
down from your heavens
float me
bring me no noise
then let me rest
blacqbook photo: porker portrait
Last week I bought into Lana Del Rey's "Ultraviolence". This week some warped jerk sleep-living and subconsciously seeking his next incarnation, slaughtered a seemingly harmless family in Houston. I know, I know - it's not his fault, nor the inanimate gun's fault - it's the system's fault again. My week ends as I buy into Sia's "Free the Animal".
blacqbook photo: fly back
Thank you Stephanie in Seattle for mojo on Zazzle.