Ode to Love

Well now, here we are Mechanic's kiss washed which ways Tabula Rasa We find Top 6 Nerve Completing stich red and black Returning to five  Moment by moment Drawn into eternity On wish and prayer With the haiku dropped Our crew returns to complete With a sudden crash When all that's F#&%'ed up Is reconciled completely Sliding the Menu Slipping it to you It manages to miss gaps Say "never again." Then into the roast We find ourselves without help And the ships sailing  Then they'res Nothing left Washing With the Waves We group at the pond

In the future war is abolished, so instead of service terms, young men and women serve prison sentences. This feels like a sentence that could begin either a dystopian or utopian narrative. 

When we hear sounds we often compartmentalize them, which usually works well. I propose a style of music that is aware of this, and peels off elements, at times, to create new sounds.   It felt like a new revelation... I may just be describing jazz. 

I failed but I still love you Is there any merit to that? CoPilot's addition: ` I failed but I still love you   Is there any merit to that   I’m standing in the doorway   With everything I lack   I know I can’t undo it   I know I can’t go back   But the truth keeps pulling through me   Like a light behind the black

I have mind blindness, but, every so often, it is as if someone is lighting a lantern just behind my eyes, when I close my eyes. This effect stands out very brightly, and warmly most times, and I thought it was important to share. 

Signal in the deep   Where curses bloom like kelp beds   We harvest their sting     Blessing is a blade   Turned flat against the cheekbone   Warm, not yet cutting   Let the drowned ones rise   Carrying our borrowed wrath   Salt‑crowned strategists   When the hull gives way   We do not call it sinking   Only transformation   Night swims into noon   Shadow stitching sunlit waves   A double‑shoreline   Honor is the rope   Knotted through each quiet breath   Held but never forced   So the seed descends   Into sand that knows our names   Tactics take their root    *** Far shore of the mind   Where old banners still flutter   In winds you outgrew   Footsteps in the dust   Not yours, yet wearing your weight   Return unbidden...