I checked back on my first post and apparently past Jeremy was under the impression that I’d write lyrics or poetry or whatever I feel like up in this section so I’m gonna post something I wrote this year in New Orleans. Maybe I’ll do the art thing too once I’m moved in, maybe blog instead of therapy? Something about typing it on the internet makes it seem real even though its not.
It turns out I have 2 written on the same page so #1,2….
#1
Envious glow, coals in a stove,
Gallery of shawls, shunted and well,
Bisquick drained, birds in a dive,
One question stands, are you alive?
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#2
I am alone in Congo Square
Why Don’t I see the people or hear them
Many persons many times many lives
Lots of sounds but none today and now
Could they return someday to their greatness
Nah, its long dead and gone
Breathless and still, the square remains
I am surrounded in jackson square
Ashlin Parker plays with the Ellis Quintet
Is this where they went, their tricks
All these people, All this sound
These are not andrew jackson but Congo
Jazz in encouragement from God to
keep believing that Love beats Hate
Nothing’s set static, Life needs soldiers
Soldeirs without guns but bombs
Dropping down hard with the bass+snare
Voices stronger than any shield
Ideas glisten like bayonets, evil is deaf
I am at the Mississippi
The oldest part of the city
Our filth washes through and out
We are all debris in its wind
The River Knew long before we did but
It too is mortal and alive
Maybe we will kill it
I am Standing in Modernity
Looking back answers what not to do
Looking forward appears more the same
looking around I am thirsty, but see
that everyone has water
It is April 13th 2018
New Orleans, French Quarter Fest
Having gone and found the sound
around, sat back down around
the Square, cool water from a
kind stranger, I still know nothings
there. Revolution is destructive
The Moment’s Young and old, The present ceases
An entire new moment. A new
World. A new Universe. All We are
is what we think and all we think
is what we know. fire sows the
Sequoia seeds, the Flame Burns
candle-like. It is Hope.