harvey

Hey there. Your bones are lovely. They make the dusk cry for a better shade of fog. I bet it takes you hours to get that color going before you take to the fret. Do you dig as deeply as I imagine or do you stay where the sun still feels warm? I bet it takes you only a few minutes before you can let that color be worn.

Hey there. Your eyes are dark and they make the night cry for a better shade of light. I bet it takes you hours to get that color going before you take to the night. Do you fly as high as I imagine or do you stay where the sounds of the city can still be heard? I bet it takes you only a few heart beats before you let yourself go higher than any bird.

Hey there, I think I've seen you around before. You make everyone always want to open up the door. It's not a question of want it's just an automatic urge. Compulsory knowledge hidden in the synapses, muscles, and nerves. And although they never think twice, they certainly will once you get through the door and you fly off the hilt. B/c if there's one thing you'll always be it's pleasant with a dash of s m a r t's.

So it was nice to meet you, and I hope I see you again. Btw, did I introduce you to my my *6'3" friend?


*after all, we have to stick to the facts.

favorite song writers (part 1)

I do believe that most men live lives of quiet desperation. For despair, optimism is the only practical solution. Hope is practical. Because eliminate that and it's pretty scary. Hope at least gives you the option of living.
- Harry Nilsson

In the forest, there was a crooked tree and a straight tree. Every day, the straight tree would say to the crooked tree, "Look at me...I'm tall, and I'm straight, and I'm handsome. Look at you...you're all crooked and bent over. No one wants to look at you." And they grew up in that forest together. And then one day the loggers came, and they saw the crooked tree and the straight tree, and they said, "Just cut the straight trees and leave the rest." So the loggers turned all the straight trees into lumber and toothpicks and paper. And the crooked tree is still there, growing stronger and stranger every day."
- Tom Waits

I'm just a one man band
Nobody knows or understands
Is there anybody out there wanna lend a hand
To my one man band
- Leo Sayer

SHE'S FIERCE!

I'm not certain what's going on in this picture and congruently, I'm not certain what's going on in my life either.

I sometimes wish I could always be as fierce as this Wonder Woman. Being so devoted to your own definition of freeakdom is never easy, and I'm always rendered back to being a little kid when I'm hit with the all to annoying reality that I'm different. I may be 25, but I still get a little flabbergasted when I meet true and actual opposition too my desire to be...me. I don't cry about it as much as I did when I was little a kid, or get quite as bent out of shape over it when I was an adolescent, but knowing someone refuses to get me for no reason other than an out right refusal to show me the same respect that I show them in accepting the way they are; it's like hearing someone be sincerely racist. I know it still exists but I've traveled so long in circles who treat people as individuals and not by preconceptions it still catches me off guard. And then the idea that I should, as a measure of remaining worldly, be hip to such bullshit for the sake of being better prepared...I'll stop there. I'm digressing, and of that I'm certain.

I forget I have to be fierce. I forget I have to elbow my way through the crowd when, after all, I am technically the one making it a point to go against the flow of traffic. I forget, when I get caught up in wondering if someone's watching and waiting for me to make a fool of myself, how invigorating it is to maneuver my way through opposition as if I were walking through the rain drops without getting wet. B/c damn it, if that isn't the fuck all greatest feeling ever.

I've had to relearn this lesson many times in my life, so far, even though I am still pretty young by many standards. Each time I find myself made of coal, I phoenix-out and find the same thing every time: my heart was always and never was anything other than a diamond. And it cuts through the shroud of doubt and I'm refracting light with the best of them.