riddled man

Good friends vibrate intentions in my ears as I jump for joy to the sound of the end of the week so I can play and run and roam during the weekend. I want to run, but I don’t know where. I don’t even know if I want to run anywhere or in place because my soul is so excited. Jackasses may have men to clean their hooves and today may be the greatest day, but where ever you are, the sounds of something innocent, something magnificant, something you cannot describe will carry you on. Sometimes I hear it in the airport. The hum of everything. The hum of life, like water running down rocks. Or like piano in moonlight with the one you love. It’s like everything. But you can never explain it, that feeling you might receive in nature. From Mother Nature who makes you feel small… who makes you feel like you don’t belong because you cannot survive without your radio and raincoat and over coat and boots and flashlight and the love you must posses to be sane in this world.

Not sure if love can carry a man torn up, beat up and lost to the next day. But it does everyday. Sacrifice or not. Sacrifice or love. Love and sacrifice. Take a swig of beer, burp and talk your way out of everything if that’s the way you want to be. But nothing sounds like rain or love. And love doesn’t sound like rain. If you’ve been stuck you’ll know what I mean. When you're writing what everyone else wants you to and you try to write like you want and it is not good enough you’ll know what I mean. I mean I do not even know how I am supposed to write. And unfortunately every newspaper has an Aristotelian way of doing everything. Why not make it a free flowing process on the way you want it? Because tradition trumps all else. Tradition trumps the soul. This society that keeps things warm and fuzzy trumps love, desire, and anything creative.

But the way I see it. In everything comes some circus or some crazy time when a house is on fire, a family member is murdered, a dog is thrown off a balcony. Someone does something that affects you and that ripple goes out into the universe and affects everything. All our actions are ripples going out bouncing off something and eventually they will bounce back and hit us dead in the face. And that’s all I really know. What you do to me will come back to you ten fold. And what I do to you will come back a hundred fold. It will depend on where you are standing.