Weird Stuff

The lights seem dimmer then they did just a minuet ago, over the strings and reverb, there is a ghost dancing to the snare. Tying the treads to our clothing pulling us into a distorted volcano. Patience is the unending force to be honest and sincere. Goodwill in the negativity will get you to the promise land and back. Trust misleads because there may be greed in the dark spaces. Guilt I carried from the old place. Congratulations you deserve nothing.

Ease into a gentle flood. Use humor to impress our kin under the bends of the guitar strings. That one note held for slow moments within, the song continues yet the note rings in to eternity. The stress of the voice requires a sweet tale of sounds and noises. In the moment I am not prepared, not paying attention.

Falling in the pace of what comes is the best advice I can give you. Recollections ponder at the park of my mental state. Waiting for the right kind of clarity to come with the right beat. Tones rippling, reflecting wall to wall, down the hall, cover the room with shades of sound. Acoustic string ring when we meet at the park.


Author: storiesfrommystomach

I am from a Village called South Komelik on the Tohono O'odham Nation. I enjoy poetry and philosophy. Hope you enjoy the blog! :)

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