Turn the volume up!

Love the music:

I don't know if a thread like this has been started yet, but I'd like to send a giant THANK YOU to JtC and the other admins/moderators/monkey crew for keeping the lights bright, the doors open, and the bar stocked through last night!

White Light Bellows Box Machine

Roll the language up the hill

bee still new heart
much pollinating yet to do

endangered

living anew

bright as morning dew

wet with appetite and fight

mighty fine delights

bee strong new heart

smile

the horn blew and blew and blue

bee meek new heart

butterfly by the tree

ladybug bumping its way

saving lucky days

Before the night breaks us

makes tarnish of gold

remember when we were old

striving to understand

the winter's cold

being bold, as told as we can be,

perfection.

Can we agree,

by other compunction drawn

genetically,

and not by social desires

Bent dreams

exceptional means

waking to betterment...

get up and go dreams of flight, fight

Honor

Lost in nightmares of old

regurgitated

cause we, we, we, we, we

know best

The invincible best

droning over

daring children to oblige

Large screen democracy

with voicemails dubbed in

sets built of corrugated

straw

Blow wind blow

Maybe,

the confusion

is breathing

Common rains

bullshit reins

frustrating the veins

of gold

of childhood

of being

human

of being alive

How can I touch you

be with you, be you

when exchange rates flutter

pushing hearts to purchase

souls by tens of thousands at a time

or one by one in car seats

Help

pools of high mountain water

There's a principle going on

called song

The human being

is

is
English?

Is

when misinterpreted, funny

deadly when applied

Yellow dog howls

full moon rises in blue sky

Turnip greens and olive oil

to die for

nothing

to work for nothing

to live for nothing

is

a hard place

Blackbirds flying

red-winged ones riding

leaving betrayal

Breaking, the big fish danced, splashing

through the dark

I thought of you

Path splits on interstates

Nashville, this-a-way…

I thought of you

Cornus greetings

Flowers needing a camera

Walking in the garden, with you

First season birds

Feeding each other

Needing peace

Billions do

I thought of you, two…

Bungalow

up the hill in Sherman Oaks

Ready

How ready
stands the good heart
snark
satire, pleasing satin
the cloth that covers
the skin that
shivers
to be better than
better than
the other

Billions, and counting
yet the stars
are singular
human, even
good hearts, fail

Scenarios blossom
to hell, the preference'

No
the wrong path
does not lead, nor help in speed

If i could tell you how being showered with a tsunami of love feels, I would. But I’ve not that great a gift with words, though wordsmith on occasion I attempt to be, this thank-you can not reach the heights of the largesse you good people deserve.

In deepest respect, the following has been composed in hopes I do not “overstep the bounds of modesty” as my foolish center-stage ego is wont do do on occasions. I’m leaning on great artists and metaphor to do the heavy lifting for me.