First finger, second string, second fret.
Second finger, third string, second fret.A slow strum. One string at a time. A resonating vibration in E minor, bouncing off the sloped ceiling and walls of a bedroom bathed in blue. From the top again, fingers don't move. From first string down to the sixth. The sound goes up, goes down and ends. Absorbed in laundry waiting for time to be washed. Outside the window the tree is white. Winter frosted the world. The ground, three floors down, sparkles even in the shadow of the house. The bed behind me, an island stands in solitude surrounded by a sea of chaos. First finger, fifth string, first fret. Second finger, third string, second fret. Third finger, fourth string, second fret. Strum it again. A minor. Sounds that play, to never hear another ear. Words are sung that don't leave a door, Cracked down the middle. I'm a man, desolated in madness. Perhaps the door can be barricaded, and hold the world at bay. Perhaps I can hide. The only moral to the story called life that I have learned is this: People always leave. A desperate plea, an appeasement to find something good. In the time of my brothers we have seen abuses of power, a revitalization of culture. New forms of internalized discrimination. Addictions are not increasing, they're changing. Gossip no longer takes time to travel while social networking can be done from anywhere via text. Our parents found out about the worlds affairs waiting for the six o'clock news. Something now ready at our fingertips in an instant. Quality of news is coffee tales and gossip, Mr. Journalist scrambles for a headline Tweet: "PRINT MEDIA IS DEAD" In the '90's the ozone layer was depleting, now it's healing. The world's on fire! World on fire! It is getting warmer, low lying lands in danger. Glaciers missing, stolen by an invisible hot stranger. Good-bye Churchill, Good-bye home? It's low enough, we'll see. Plastic or paper? Do I miss free options? At 10 cents a bag, maybe I do. Reuse for a two cent reduction in the cost of fears, at least when a boat goes down main street I can shrug: "It's not my fault, I reused." Barricade my bedroom door, I'm not leaving for sure! For sure, for sure. Blood used to be the ultimate price. Now blood, is cheap and inconsistent. Your clean blood cannot be used to save a life because you slept with someone of the same sex. Sorry! Retraction! Only if you slept with a man who slept with another man, or are a man who slept with another man. Men can marry men, and women can marry women. Sick sin! Sick and Sin! Yet headlines told us that Latorneau slept with her younger male student, who is the sick one? "Oh my how times have changed" sings out Pfeiffer. Run along fat child. String up the pop corn and cookie cutter children. When will we be able to listen and allow children to talk? When will we find a cure for the suicide epidemic? Forever stuck running to a bottle or a pill. Listen to the pharmacist, pharmacists are good. Taxation and regulation make drugs good. Shall we salute the Robin Hood's of our time? Say no because they're drugging our children as much as the adults. "Think of the children!" Screams Mrs. Lovejoy. Point out the dealers and fiends only if they aren't your friends or family. In the wilds of home family still means something. No one takes death home out here anymore. "Polish the funeral parlor floors, we have a 3:15 booking." The lingo of mainstream mannequins are now in our heads. Count your calories and split a diet coke. Does anyone remember LOL? The Little Old Lady is now Laughing Out Loud. Madness can continue, neighbors remain faceless. When the murder is done and the reporters are knocking down the doors, cracking them down their middles, they can only say: "He was so quiet." The truth be told in the subtitles: "I didn't know him at all." To the punch of a mad mans rambling, coming up on the news at 5, 6 and 11! In 95 years my great grandmother saw the world at war, twice. Still here I am descendant of a marriage arranged. Unable to fathom having someone chosen for me to marry. First finger, second string, second fret. Second finger, third string, second fret. Execute a quick strum on all strings, six notes ring out for a harmonious chord in E minor. Voices open to an imprecise language being told what to think, some ability lost to the masses. Have we lost the ability to perceive the truth? Burn a Qu'ran and prove that ignorance still hurts. There must be a cure for the human epidemic. To save us from ourselves. Tell me a story, please world, to calm my fears. Can anyone remember the trio of infinitesimal swine? Surely not the bovine that forcefully elevated itself over Earths satellite. Blue bedroom walls, ease my anxiety. Hold me in place. Madness I say. Madness! A mouth that does not know the Native tongue can still bid you adieu. Bonsoir monseur! Arrivaderci! Scuse! Bonjourno! Bonjourno! Senore Signora! Welcome back to my humble abode!
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So I have been on a bit of a Twitter Frenzy lately... and spent my morning on there looking people up. That's about it from there, and How shocking is that shooting in the US? Well my thoughts and prayers go out to the families.
But in spite of all that, I am in a good mood today! And even thinking of recording a bit today but so far that notion is just a notion with no follow through! And I am a bit hungry right now, not so sure what I want to eat, but I do know that tonight I am going to throw some moose meat in the slow cooker and take some over to my ol' Native Studies Prof! I just love visiting that woman, every time I leave there I always feel so refreshed and happy. Heh heh! Oh and speaking of food, my Aunt back home was barred from the local Diner. I find that strange, like what the fuck does she ever do? Meh honestly I ate there during the holidays and the Menu promises the best in home cooking, BULLSHIT! lol My food took forever to get cooked and when it finally came they got the order wrong and my fries were cold. The burger itself wasn't so bad, but it wasn't great either. When someone asked me how the food was I simply said at about a 5... out of ten. Fries were definitely a 2. Oh and I set up my Italian Easel last night and the thing is GORGEOUS! I just don't know what or if I am going to paint. Been trying my hardest to write some poetry for class. I have some hits going on but a whole lot of misses! Oh so excited! I am so far loving this semester! It's going to be a lot of work but hoping it is worth it! This is an entry JUST FOR RICHIE!
I am sorry I hurt your feelings for ditching you and your Left4Dead to go to my bedroom and NAP! it was a long day OK?? :P Anyways.. There ya go Richie... Happy? lol Ok well it has been a while since I have posted anything. I blame the holidays! I don't even really know what to write. Everyone always asks how were the holidays, and I honestly don't want to answer this question. The best answer I can give is simply "It was OK, I survived" and give a reassuring laugh.
But well onwards and upwards! My first week of the second semester is finally at a close! and so far, the classes I have gone to are AMAZING! Multimedia Poetry and Character Study focusing on Shakespeare... SO EXCITED! :P I really am at a loss of things to write about. So for some other time... Ciao! |
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