Lyrics

Are you breaking bones?
Are you cracking skulls?

Take your tired lungs and win those weary souls!

Can you cut with us?
Can you meet with demand?

This is profit share! Heaven's treasures in hand!

A light, a neon cross, reach out for the lost.

If A Bike Falls In The Forest, Maybe No One Has To Know

In this moment I could fly I think
am flying
but could continue. Take off and soar into the heavens.
In a space of time far less than the beating of a finch's wing I know the secrets of the universe
poured out for me to see all along the gravel, getting closer and closer.
In a moment the gravel will be on me, around me, in me, but not now.
Now I am King of the Universe, ruler of all that I see.
High on a throne of pure adrenaline and terror-turned-euphoria I sit, basking in the glory of me.
Not long now. The gravel approaches like revolutionaries waiting to dethrone their king;
an uprising of the proletariat of gravity and pain.
Shredded skin, like cheese after a half-swipe of the grater.
Bright red fruit-punch fluid/embedded rocks like pizza toppings half buried in said cheese.
The time for these things will come, but it has not yet arrived.

The King makes his last graceful movement.
Curls like a tumbling dancer as he rolls across the ground, textbook.
A 747 landing in Paris, just as it has hundreds of times before. A pro.

Now the peasants revolt, and the pizza imagery finds fruition.

Conversations With The Sea

Last night I spoke with a shark
who grinned a toothy grin and told me about
seas and wonders of the deep.
I asked him if he was planning to eat me
because it seemed a natural concern and he just smiled
and said he gets asked that all the time. It must get annoying,
for everyone you meet to assume you are a killer, but that is the way of things
and perception
I guess, because we all make assumptions, and sometimes those assumptions
and judgements
save us, and sometime those assumptions eat us alive. Like sharks.

And there I go, being totally racist, in the most literal sense of the word, how embarrassing.

Anyways, I asked him if he or a bear would win in a fight, but I woke up before I could get an answer.

Rethinking.

So I haven't been writing every day. Obviously. I'm realizing as Rachel is that I am too wary of letting people in to work that is "unpolished". So here it is- from here on out I make no claims as to quality. Also this will not just be for writing but for music, photography, design- any artistic expressions.

Anyways, today is music:

Paul Over James? from Sean Capener on Vimeo.