My boss recently shared this song in our music class.
She likes to listen to it to pump her up for running.
I wrote this at school one day, the exercise was to write to the music we were listening to
1)
What a day
you seen my laugh yet
was it the real one
laughing's contagious
maybe I was spreading the
symptoms
like a flea would
a hop and bite
not even aware the world is
suffering, stomach aches
from chuckling
like being tickled, out of your control
2)
lost in the jungle
too many dangerous things stalking
-so we wear our smile like armor
-a veil of protection
the red cheeks, lips
and
gums like the marking on a
black widow
a warning of poison within
3)
keep a distance
inside are meadows, pleasant normally
but today fraught with
rushing, expanded
river, flash flooded fields
swamped, uncaring
it all flows somewhere
4)
pulsing, punches
smashing
these are walls
being called upon
forcefully,
-not impenetrable
every structure
vibrates
specifically
smashing
destructive
force of
mathematics
smashing
where will the blocks
fall
-ramparts
gravit-ivised
-set a float
smashing
what
5)
from the pulverized
ashes of what was
sprouts
reverse lightning
life renews through
what has been
6)
flower stage,
sex seeking
carnival, square dance
a new mate
tried on for fitting
matches make new life.
10.18.11
When I was young
like a little kid
I got electrocuted
in a grocery store
it was worrisome
I think then
my notion of security
was torn out from under
and my illusions of the right reaction
inconclusive
maybe it was from then on
that I started to
deliberate about
everything
cuz in the moment
when you should be
letting go
you hold tighter
frozen
Everything in you
lets you know
you are dying
and your stuck there
uncontrollable
but instead of
releasing fears and worries
irritations, and possibilities
a child becomes more
mindful
like when all the experiments
religions and sciences
philosophies etc
say "stay in the now"
you just cant
like when you're frozen
stuck to a railing
pumping volts passing through you
frying your wiring
killing you quickly
but still stuck wondering
about possibilities
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