Some days,
the music just has to be loud
loud enough
to drive out all temptation to believe in lies
to drive out the numb that doesn’t try
The music just has to be moving enough
to keep me moving
has to remind me of
everything that matters
everything that moves
there is never
nothing
I can do
I can do
something with this
even if it’s
just feel it
even if it’s
just be here
be here
and don’t leave
don’t obliterate myself
on rocky shores
don’t release my grasp
don’t follow their lead
this is what there is to believe-
this is all there is
and this is all that matters
some days
the music just has to be loud
loud enough
to remind me
I just have to be needy enough
to pull it in
anxious
angry
enough
to demand more
pour the waves
pour the waves
pour the waves
my skin is bare
my throat is dry
my stomach waits
my heart aches
pour the waves
pour the waves
pour the waves
October 12, 2009 at 9:17 pm
Music is a brilliant mood-setter/milker. I think I’ll have some of that now actually thank you very much. *turns on music.
I like this one a lot. It’s… fantastic. I’m right there with you. You seem to think, maybe live, or believe, that it never crosses your mind to give anything up. That you’re conquered, or defeated, not really. I mean not really really. there’s always that immortal sliver that no amount of circumstance can break.
There is not enough of that. Thank you for having it. thank you thank you thank you.
I like this poem. … hey I like this song too!