musings – Page 2 – Artistic Apathy

2 Souls

I approach you with the heart of a child

Your music is like magic to me

You’re like a siren the way your call informs the world around me

In a technologically advanced world, you remind me what it’s like to have an old soul

As the world revolves around us, we’re reminded more and more that it’s more than just about us

Let’s abandon selfish desires for something pure… Something unadulterated…

We trip up on words unspoken. Left to the imagination, what’s unassuming becomes visceral and amplifies with each quaking moment.

Allow me to come clean once and for all. I leave my filthy rags behind for some fine linen white robes.

Let’s endure this love everlasting. Making each moment for exciting than the previous one.

Salvage Yard

Take whatever you can salvage.

Everything must go.

The old saying “out with the old, in with the new” applies to this current situation

In this yard lies unfulfilled dreams, pain, darkness, long forgotten memories

Soon, everything will be tossed into the furnace.

The purifying blue flame that is this current moment.

After that, the old will cease to be.

I will become a new creature, reborn from the ashes like a phoenix.

Still though, I find myself coming back to this place time and time again.

What is it that keeps me here and binds me to this place? This attachment that feels more and more like a sore each time?

I will pluck out the thorn from my side, correct my posture and walk the line that is set out in front of me.

Shadows of yesterday will not be able to withstand the light that magnifies with each given day.

And in return, the shadows thank me. You see, a shadow doesn’t know it’s a shadow.

I sit atop a rusty old car and wonder if it’s going anywhere. But then I remember it’s not functional.

So I trade in my keys for some new ones.

Down to go for a little joy ride?

A Town In Blue

A constant pouring of rain

Renders the brain…

Useless.

I can see you through this, if you’ll let me

I know everyone around you isn’t helping

Always thinking they know the best thing

Nothing’s working out, it’s upsetting

Just hold on.

Hold on.

You were never alone all along.

It just takes for you see that.

I know you feel you have to face facts…

But when you’re around me you can relax

Put the drugs down, don’t relapse.

Pain… my attitude towards it has changed.

I once saw it as a hinderance… Now I see it as the coal that fuels this locomotive of a crazy ride called life. My deliverance.

Be free from worry, end your strife.

There’s so much more to discover, put down the knife.

We can make it… If we can keep in mind… That it won’t always be nice.

I want you alive and if I have to… I’ll say it twice.

XTC

When you said you were down to ride, I didn’t account for an actual roller coaster

With you it’s up and down. First you’re hot then you’re cold.

What’s it going to take to spark this light?

I know exactly what buttons to push, what knobs to turn, to send you reeling…

You beg for mercy but it’s too late now. Allow me to repay you for everything in this moment.

I will not stop until you’ve arrived. Unlike a road trip, the point is not the destination.

In this case it’s the journey. On this ride, there are highs and then there are lows.

Let me get you to the point of climax only to have you fall into a maddening deep descent.

Afterwards I leave you begging for more but I’m reluctant to spoil you.

I’ll leave you to your imagination so the real thing is that much more powerful

You’ve given up control but left it in very capable hands.

Only someone who adores you deserves to have this kind of power over you.

This isn’t a dynamic, but every thing means something if I’m that much closer to you.

Our bodies become one and our souls unite on this joy ride of passion, pain and pleasure…

I sketched a story on your bare back. The story of us. Beginning, resolution and climax.

Rapture in Rhapsody

The place where I belong is short lived

For a few minutes, I get to feel something new while experiencing something quaint

My spirit longs for its release but alas I am only flesh

Free me from the captivity which binds me. Loosen my harnesses! Free me from restraint!

With each resounding note I feel myself becoming a little bit free-er.

The melodies are etched on the litany of my soul. The music lives through me. Through my very being.

And I embody it. I take it on. It becomes a part of my persona as distinguishable as a laugh, for example.

For a moment, I swore I had wings. If I had wings then I would fly. But I’m bound physically and other times mentally too.

At least I can escape, if only for a moment…