Broken Ferris Wheel
I tried to breathe
but couldn't do it.
My blood & mind
never find a moment
without a broken Ferris wheel
stuck in the on position,
digging into cement.
With every turn my
mind is rubbed raw
over & over & over
When will it end I ask ...
Not until I fly off from
the momentum or
until the wheel is buried
under concrete,
in mud where worms
Reside ...
Music
It floats through my brain all of the time.
Its rhythm, its variation, its beauty.
Yes, I'm in band.
Yes, I'm in choir.
I give up my study hall time just for the sake of music.
It has the same effects as painting a picture, or writing a story. One event flows directly and perfectly into another.
Music.
My life.
My sanity.
Me.
A lot of my friends are tied to it.
Band. Choir. Both.
Even if they're not in either, they still get music class.
Music.
Food for the soul.
Love.
Hope.
It could mean anything.
Even if all of today's music is about mainstream love, sex, and awkwardness.
The old stuff is the gold.
The good music.
The true music.
Its definition.
Music.
My soul.
Me.
HEAD ON WITH COURAGE
Surrendering my self
fugue of no return
mist surrounds meaning
rolling, rolling
enveloping quintessence
blank slate
thoughts evolving, ripening
entering mind faintly
facing my realities
reluctantly, shoving away
pushing, pushing
unrelenting certainty
rolling, pushing
unavoidable, doomed
face death’s sword
striking you or loved one
head on with courage.
