I can tell a lot about the world, my own version of it I guess, when its quiet and Im almost alone. I get to humming and whistling and singing somebodys song to myself, swaying and tapping my feet against the Earth. I hardly realize Im making any noise at all until somebodys discomfort tells me the volumes too loud; its just that I need some music in the air around me and something starts playing in my exhales. I never had a name for that until one time the Sun asked me what my musical home was and I thought that a funny question but she sees people ya know, and I said Bob Dylan, I forget what song, but I was just thinking a lot about revolution then. If Im anything at all, its a pensive brooder, but if she asked again- the next day even, home would be another song. Ive never liked staying anywhere too long, even if I dig it. Its a funny thing- the mind. Its hard to tell if youre thinking about it or its thinking about you. I dont know which ones doing the most influencing, me or the music. Either way, Ive started paying more attention to the songs I sing when I havent thought about what I want to hear. This song has been my musical home since the cold settled in here in Ohio and Veterans Day came and went in a fury of patriotism and exclamation points all in a screened blue frame and we forgot about the pain, I think, the death and dying of it all and that choosing sides aint always where its at. I really like being here in the US. I understand very well Im not exactly normal but I can exist here and I appreciate this place for that and a great many things besides it, but theres a lot of trenches around here to dig in your heels AGAINST something, somebody- an enemy. We can hide in our homes, our excess, our privilege, behind willful ignorance, in front of a keyboard so that other people dont have to seem human because when they do, the things that happen to them, the pain and suffering becomes a part of our own story. When people become human, instead of just an adjective of other, their burdens belong to us too, but aint that just right? We were meant to be together. If youre still looking for your soul mate, he rides the bus with you sometimes. She asked you for a little change to spare. They voted for the other guy. Their skin is a different kind of beautiful. Your gods still havent figured out how to play nice. But you were made for each other. Human solidarity. Its the only reason weve made it this far, but we keep leaving people behind because in our own minds, something made a monster out of them. Well Im trying not to be suspicious to those Im suspicious of. Im trying to crack open this angry heart and find a little love- Instead of worry. youtu.be/fsVZUhKJerU
Posted on: Tue, 18 Nov 2014 18:10:19 +0000
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