Barn around the moon

 This old Carpenter

Built a barn around the moon

when the moon lurked low

give birth to some kids

with fire like the sun

come running

with a smile I call home 

(heart)

old old song, old telephone

 When I think about your old old song

did you capture the sentiment

or did you create it

somewhere in between our line was created

old telephone

call that kid, and tell him 

theres a pouring light

through a roaring night

and all that was

is all that might

Mother

  hey momma

i know ive put up some walls

but if you could tell me somethin

what would you say?

well I don't know

but i bet its about love

to feel what is rumbling

to see whats above

to open to the streets

and push when were shoved

the roar is all yours

the roar is all yours

Ive been aching these feet

watching these episodes

A Carpenters Plane

Did the block plane wear down to fit my hand just perfectly so, 

20 years after I bought it, sharpened it again and again, I know my hand has actually bent to fit it. There is a method of peeling away a consistent strip. Not too much, not too little. 

Is 100$ a lot to win? 

If I risk pennies. Zoom in, Large.

If I risk hundreds? Zoom out, small.

Was it a good life? if I count up all the things stored in my attic? 

 Or all the things I haven't. I have no war in my front yard.  I have no ache in my bones. Yet. 

Where does the game tree fork off into the abyss? 

We can all see the same things that we can grab with our hands. Right here right now. 

Embracing the other side is a beautiful venture. Keeps me here, as a kid with a kite. Cutting the wind. 

Line always moving, and in this moment, we cut right to it.

Euology

 its an endless journey

and arrogant for me to think that i will be somewhere in 200 years

but i will

filling that dark room with light

A large burning wooden elephant

Lay down

I will wrap you in blankets, and cut the lights

Fully in, swimming, silent, soon to dream, eyes still open

follow me once.

slide the vernier scale to the graduation

align the scope to the stake

drop a string from the tangent

and make a mark.

I started this project before knowing exactly why

Process is my elixer

most of the time.

Align the nights events with this allegory

Parlayed through wretched morning

I laid this old pickup truck to rest deep in a forest

and the first tree found its home

through the rust 

the same way purpose marries itself to our rib cage

the way ice cream finds its way to the smile

We didn't wait for the music this time

We opened our ears to a quiet winter forest

We Invited them

 after the party.

I went through one of the greatest creative periods of my life

the last few years.

However the last 2 years have been dry.

Frozen, my hands, my heart. 

Before...

I was in love. 

Theatre for a sure woman

 Reconcile all of my loose ends

mend, weld, melt 

and let me

She is the silence in the crowd

Pale Blue dress, against red clouds

We explode from the gate

come running with the heaviest foot falls

pounding earth quaking

rain

down our cheeks

to find a tiny square of land

on a sphere placed by the hand

tucked in warm amongst the heavens

riddled in sure before these stars

right here where we are.

2 blankets 1 music

1 bottle of wine

and a few things on our mind. 

July 2021

 Take this blue ember with you

There is a time coming

when this little painting will be all that i love

when Everything else is lowered, 

I walk waist level with the tops of the grain

drag my hands over the apexes of birds highest ascents

hold my hand shoulder level to block out the little sun balls glare

hold the watercolor high for vision

and let the pigment pour over me

Vanagons, Octagons, and Grand Canyon echo

Atlas maps, back door traps, White cloth perseco

Yeah my friends take me there.

my friends take me where

my heart feels warm

honeybees swarm

and ants come to candy

wet feet stick sandy

and the ice pulls the hand that cradles the drink

that cools your core.

Rust through my mind

a fence post leans, just enough to release the connection

and the wind comes

a pebble pings, just so to break the integument

and the rust comes

an aspersion pelts, dialed so to bring the ire

and the hate comes

who brought the thing

to make this thus?

who roars the the rhetoric 

that makes this us?

Rot turns the log eventually

my mind is here essentially

compromising my existence

rusting through my mind

No one else wants to say it

So I have to 

The New Heat

Off the hook, 

fumbling through younger years

spinning, 

when the heat comes, 

we can see through your lines

Carmelized

and this is the storm,

THIS MORNING

its calm and cool

the aroma of last nights rain wraps you in

gather your floating

towels, and sunshine collectors. 

Hints of the new heat

trickle in through the East trees

forever excited for the new day...

however

Blue Embers from last nights fire pit

smolder, 

stick to your ribs

like a 20 year old love letter

that  pours over your edges 

still

inside the light source

it is dark

dark 

dark.

But I see you buddy.

somehow you know

You can't contain me

 I am the container

Bring guitars in your house 

And we'll entertain ya

Comin at ya with a new song

You haven't heard

But somehow you know the words

Fly from your feet

Sparkle from the inside

You can hold the strings

Of this kite, 

And kill the lights

This quiet glow is gonna shine all night

Yeah, this quiet glow is gonna shine all night

Thats why it breaks

Thats why we dance

Thats why u tell yourself 

theres a chance,

Sweet girl you smile

lightning you boom

when the night ends I'll

stand next to you

 

 

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Carmelized. See through when the heat arrives.

Pope prays alone. In a large, high ceilinged cathedral.

all ghost

 all ghosts now

aline your yellow and red markings

fully cloaked in blur

stand with the regiment,

fall in line with the wait

10 doors wide a sky scraper 

10 windows wide

1999 stories tall

in the night

you can tell the employed by the dark windows

you can smell the creative from the plume

the twilight warmth dissipates and gives way to payday

move, through ancient tubes

leaking sediment sludge

sewer fluid

retreat to a summer beach

all ghost now

aline the rib cages just so

a collection of neck bones

carefully arranged in a shadow box

flaunted in this museum of no roof

no doors, no foyer

flow

world kind of feels like a riff

take it in let it live

set to be thrown away

colors pulse from the grip

sentiment drools from the lip

a ripple from the rip

stand back, be the kite

you put up in the lite

tug the string when you cry

come down to the line

where horizon meets the eye

float around in fast motion

see the constant sun rotation

a solid line horizontal 

NOW a ghost

Time stands like an oak
mighty
This plumes indignant
I see you through transparent doors
(the distance were supposed to keep today...this mitigation)
I live with you now, Now,
as if you were a ghost
Im grateful for this
Calligo collection of calandar days

time mirrors from the time that you perish
future casket heres the fire we cherish
a Warmer jacket hugs, youll be there if
the twilight is warm enough.. but
this nights good enough to tough
it out...

Love you like the Summer loves snow
shining through   that honey jar glow
Ill carry your books to class
Answers before questions asked
and I just want a place to rest my heart...

Where can I start?

is that what it is?  a thousand terrible guitar performances  . individual... that sound like total dog shit together.. individual.. like ) however when i got home all of my tags where extruded all the way to the back of the house) i loi li li.. mo=arco esquyandolasz run run run run run rulkdns  djfoajdsofijasdiofjaosdijfaisjdfoiadoifj like a fucking antelope set the gear to the high gear of your soul
you got  my brother is on twitter talking about how you need mor efans to cool the computer down
cuz the box is soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo hot. because Trey is in there; doin thangs.
i did  a neat trick
i switched between songs
thgo im stuck on antelope
and antelope again
i love yem
one fucking time

to beat the triceratops you gotta be the triceratops

Herre i am

this is the time

when i would never

ask for anyone

im alone 

that idea that you are

insecurely i sit here in my occupation
I make these flowers grow
I want to show you
I want you to feel my pride
live from my inside out 
drift from column to column
roll dice like i do at the game
smell funny from the start
but I grow these blossoms just the same 
im alive
and roar from the inside
 i make the wheel stop on the number I choose
Im dandruffed
nerd raged
electric in my distinction
and flourescent in my color

desolate land beneath me
colossus in size bequeath me 
 I am,
But I am sad
lonely and looking 
through lens
of pessimism
and wondering why this world doeasnt understand me

square box dj

Im here, in this square box

I get to play all the songs I love

imagine that

i ask you

draw a line between all the music the locals play

and the new

when you arrive

imagine all the fault line shifts you create

all the butterfly effect you have moving forward

let the difference permeate you

the new voice become your narrative

watch the nature channels voice 

new animals roaring over new land 

become your heart

let the rift become your identity

elephants roar from your deepest chord

you strum with the new curriculum

you strum with the ethos of tomorrow

you are the kite

flying the new truth