a different kind of song

I like my feet because they take me places.
I like to walk because it makes me think.

On the beach all that stress, anxiety and fear evaporate.
I look back and see the bluffs.
Wow, I’ll get that view when I go back.

Finding a seat on the rock.
I don’t have to wait for the symphony to start.
The wind wraps me up.
I’m not cold but rather secure.

The pounding surf provides the backdrop to the composition.
Seagulls chiming in at random moments.

My ears are filled but my mind clears out.
All the bad filtered now from my psyche.

Air tastes like something, mild of course but has a flavor nonetheless.

Elevation from all the bad and all the wrong.
I could sing like this all day long.


The Sustained Note

never lasts…

Like the last note in the Beatles “A Day in the Life

Hendrix tries to hit that beast at the conclusion of “Wild Thing” and lights it on fire.

But it always expires, it always fades into nothing.

In Goreki’s “Symphony of Sorrowful Songs“,
I can hear that pitch of agony throughout most of the movement
but then it drowns
in a wave of divergent sounds.

I know that I will always hit that wall.
Come up to the face of nothingness
and flail against the void

How can I accept that everything is recycled?
Perhaps, reborn to suffer the agony of the ending again.
All of it in labor of tremolo, a disguise of nourishment;
left hungry in the end.