MFJP

some come to run
like a doe
as though they were built for it

some come to lift
like an ant
with the strength of ten men

some come to heal
properly, fully
doctor’s orders

but all, it seems, leave
relieved of some stress
from life’s hecticity


The first 6 lines were dreamt up in some strange place halfway between waking and sleeping. The rest I wrote behind the counter at Mike’s Fitness, JP at five or six that same morning: Wednesday – September 27, 2017. When I stepped outside to walk to work the sky was full of stars. Orion could be seen most vividly in the pre-dawn cool morning air. The Pleiades star cluster to its west and my favorite star in the night sky, Sirius (only 8.6 light-years away!), to its east. An hour later when doing my rounds at the gym I stepped outside on the balcony to greet Venus, high over the tree line, and watched her radiance seemingly fade—washed-out by the all encompassing light of day and the blue skies that accompany it.

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Fountains

and what are we
but receptacles
for the passions of those
who strike us as knowing?
we overflow
spraying what we say
out of our mouths
inspiring, infecting others
with our words
trying so very hard
to find another vessel or two
(maybe more if we’re lucky)
to pour our souls into
before we stop fountaining
trickle to a drip
and dry up like a twig
to something akin to kindling
a reduction of ourselves
a snap, a spark in the night
and we’re gone


Written: September 21, 2017
A stream of nonsense

You

I’m tired of thinking about you
each morning, each night
a distress signal
radiates in all directions
received by no one
especially not you

I’m tired
piles of paper, endless pens know me well
they stay blank, full of ink for me
they don’t demand me to be
a better version of myself
but then again—they don’t love me

I’m tired of words and meanings
I’m tired of your image
etched into my neurology
I feel like an acorn
on an endless sandy shoreline
wishing for rich soil, fresh water

As I Sit

life likes to sit
on precarious ledges
dangling from infinities
as though they were zeroes

expanding and changing
life surmounts every summit
with no goal in mind
without thought of end

as I sit and write
hawks soar, cicadas sing
periwinkles cling for their lives
as I sit, as I write

coils innumerable
following hidden order
hold within them ancient texts
and pass them along

 

 

The Time We Shared

• Hammer-on (^)
• Straightforwardly pick base notes for intro/verses (g string, d string intermittently).
• Strum for the choruses.

e—————
b—————
g—-0^2——
d—————
a—————
E—————

Am  C  Am  C

Am                              C
startin’ a song off—sad
Am                               C
can’t even say if it”ll turn out—good or bad
Am                                           C
when I think—about—you
Am                                                                 C
I stare out your window—through my mind & into the blue

e——————————————
b——————————————
g–0—2—4-(slide)-2—0———–
d——————————————
a——————————————
E—————————————0-

G                             C                            G                            Am
and what do you mean to me and why should you care?
G                          C                           G                     Am
and was it all a waste, the—the time that we shared?

e——————————————
b——————————————
g–0—2—4-(slide)-2—0—-0^2-
d——————————————
a——————————————
E——————————————

Am  C  Am  C

Am                                                 C
though, clearly, we weren’t—meant to be
Am                                        C
at times I’ll still envision us—happily
Am                                           C
and when I think—about—you
Am                                                                 C
I stare out your window—through my mind & into the blue

e——————————————
b——————————————
g–0—2—4-(slide)-2—0———–
d——————————————
a——————————————
E—————————————0-

G                        C                             G              Am
and what do I mean to you and why do I care?
G                          C                           G                     Am  F  Dm  C
and was it all a waste, the—the time that we shared? (shared)

Am  F  Dm  C
the time we shared (shared)

Am  C  Am  C
the time we shared

•End with a slow strum on Am (don’t strum the high e string)


Written: July 27, 2017
At first I was trying to be overly sappy, almost trying to write a song of poor quality (at least lyrically) but I’m not terribly unpleased by the result.

Transience

remember when
we fell
alone together
down the rabbit hole
in each other’s arms
yet a universe apart?
laughing, crying, yawning
in each other’s arms

time lost rigidity
its flow omnified
silly putty
darkness and infinite light
nothing but you to hold on to
nothing at all
inconsistence
transience


Written: 2017 – A memory of a lost time.