posted on July 10, 2016 at 9:46 pm
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as i was saying some people never climb back out

the ravine claims em and destroys em each in their own way

fallen into perpetual night fallen into its darknesses

fallen through the crack into some other world

some futile dream of escape

cause and effect

you can simply not escape cause and effect

yes i believe in all possible things

yes ive done everything you could ever imagine and even more

yeah  i imagined more than you ever did

i have lived it right up to the hilton

and i have paid for my knowledge and my luck in sorrow n misery

everything i gained i lost

every time i win i lose

we are paradoxes

so much good so much wickedness

so clever so stupid

charisma until its repulsive

they love  they hate

they whisper they taunt

they use trickery to delude but it doesnt stand actual daylight

none of it means much in the sun and in the sea

or  standing on some stage somewhere singing magic songs

or when  hurtling along in this world in a bus with the boys

plucking a fucking bass guitar which resonates through a million watts of sound

i dream it all up and even if ya could take it away i just dream up some more

i practise generosity now where i was only before selfish

life hammered me down it beat me into shape

oh how they love my face because every battle is now etched on there

oh how they (exone)rate a man who can crawl out of the ravine

oh how they love my old silky voice singing to em in the blackest night

holding their hand throughout their life

i was made to do all this and something greater has sustained me

i return to this earth time after time to do whatever service i can

sometimes a lowly minstrel sometimes a dispossessed king

sometimes a boy i eat turkish delight with a witch who brings winter

sometimes i search through the ruins of troy for a fragment of a vase

i get hit and hit on and hit up as i stumble mumbling down the high street

i amaze myself i bore myself i am ugly i am handsome weak and strong

i pray and do more yoga and the secret and confidential transmission continues

incessantly exercising

a natural speed accelerates me into their minds

i am real you can trust me i am honest now

vote for me i am the 13 of hearts

watch out for me once i am in i am in

one day i will play you my best song

i will use it to harpoon em when theyre least ‘specting it

parrying and thrusting

i just laugh when my money flies off into the ether

sure i wouldnt mind some more

and some more and some more

you never know who or what is just beyond your door

i will in any case prevail as surely as i will fail

i will get what i wanted as the stuff i had gets washed away

alone or love locked its all the same

they all get in the way of what i’m trying to give em

and then they give it all back so i can give even more

life goes round and round

i am willfuly naive i want to believe in everything they all tell me

i see them burning themselves and i try to quench the flames with my tears of salty compassion

i burnt too

i lost too

i hurt too

as a ghost i watch on and you dont know it but i will you to succeed

all of you all of you

forgiveness dispensed

mercy included

i used to hide in a room

now i sit in the rain with a lovely daughter  watching an angry sea

i walk in the wind i travel the world

i consult with the people

i meet the big ones the small ones the angels the monsters

i live and i learn and i learn to live

dont deny my shortcomings

dont blame any of them for my spectacular disasters

dont sell my friends out for pieces of silver

try to make peace with a universe probably only i apprehend

someone up there likes me but it dont stop em fucking with me

when its all inevitably over this energy will re-coalesce as another me

and all the players will take up their positions

and the whole damned thing will start up all over again

take it or leave it

i hope i can remember at least some of it

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

18 Responses to “ravine/reverie”

  1. etta
    etta | 10 July 2016 at 10:37 pm #

    There are recipes
    For turkish delight
    Gelatin free.
    Perhaps i was tricked.
    Gelatine instead of gelatin.
    I may be missing something.
    Anyway you may use cornstarch
    And cream of tartar.
    But cream of tartar
    Is a byproduct of wine making
    Scraping the bottom of the barrel
    Apparently
    Thats the best we could do
    Without actually
    Going through
    The wardrobe door
    Toward roar and unthaw.
    We can always add a drop more
    Rosewater.

  2. kevinbreton
    kevinbreton | 11 July 2016 at 5:29 am #

    My name is tumnus. And I will play the pipe and the drone.
    Always coveting the sound of an instrument always elsewhere
    I actually prefer the cold. It makes your life more hearty
    I live in a little cave where you can come in any time
    I won’t bother you. But I may be musing around.
    By everything starting over you mean the words and the music
    Because I’ve heard a song judgement day from a friend who I like just bc he is like able
    That’s in the end. The crashiest simmons drum will sound
    The axe will fall on the strong tree
    And we go doot Doot doot
    The crickets will stop their song. And it will no longer be us
    Reign in us Yeshua

  3. kevinbreton
    kevinbreton | 11 July 2016 at 5:48 am #

    Even when a person won’t let go of nietzsches theory of universal return. We are not too far gone. : )

  4. kevinbreton
    kevinbreton | 11 July 2016 at 6:16 am #

    Fun fun fun of the autobahn
    And
    The pastel yawns of disintegrating men happily in rocking chairs

  5. avatar
    Cocoamo | 11 July 2016 at 6:55 am #

    Sitting under the stars talking
    Watching flames wane to embers
    People have traded stories for eons
    As they wandered, epic tales united tribes
    Tales of victory and defeat
    Trust and deceit
    Parables and metaphors
    And in the end innuendo

    Today we have movies
    They enlighten and entertain
    The good ones make you think about things in a different way
    And stay with you for days

    Rarely have I gone to a theater to see the same movie again
    But Grand Canyon was one of those
    Others might not have seen the point, but to me it was all about the dual nature of all things, the yin and yang, the front and back
    If you haven’t seen it, hope you get the chance.

    https://www.rottentomatoes.com/m/1037642-grand_canyon/

    Your Friend in Pennsylvania

  6. kevinbreton
    kevinbreton | 11 July 2016 at 7:09 am #

    You don’t have to dream it all. Just live a day ~ duran x 2

  7. avatar
    slowdive | 11 July 2016 at 7:32 am #

    Ravine. In my mind I think ditch. Ten years of it. There are some things I remember but most of it I don’t. I saw you plucking your fucking bass guitar, but only remember some of it. People remind me of what happened in life, and I’m embarrassed to say I was there but missed it at the same time. I’m embarrassed of then, now, and even for things that haven’t happened yet. Whatever the fancy phrase or acronym is now – “Journey to Recovery” (JTR), “Road to Recovery” (RTR), or one that I’ll admit I use – HALT (don’t be “Hungry Angry Lonely Tired”), there is one line from an author who I can’t remember who wrote a book I haven’t finished saying something to the effect of People Really Don’t Want to Help You, but They’ll Be Insulted if You Don’t Ask.
    So, you type ravine, I type ditch. Most of the time would have these horrible dreams that I wouldn’t be able to physically get up, and if I was able, it was from desperately pulling myself up on something and holding on for dear life. It eventually translated into waking hours, I wouldn’t be able to physically get up and if I did, picking up a feather took all the energy that was left in me. People who didn’t understand, people who were professionals, and people who were “professionals” lent a tow to get me out of the ditch, but it felt more like (or was) something done for selfish reasons, something for them to feel good about. The tow line always broke, and back into the ditch I went.
    I’m a naysayer by nature (nayture); even now in my no-more-cucumber-now-pickled brain there is always a scientific explanation for everything. “Some things happen for a reason” never translated until my last check-in, when the first person introduced himself while I was shuddering in agony waiting for the Librium to kick in. The difference – it wasn’t his job and he didn’t want ANYTHING from me. Nothing emotional, nothing physical, nothing tangible. Not even a cigarette. It was the first time in years I could look up at night and actually see the stars, and not two blurry sets of something. He pulled me out of the ditch and rolled up his tow line and went away.
    Closing in on almost a full year of things being better. He didn’t want anything, but if I ever see him again…
    Enough typing I, me and my for now – thanks and enjoy your day 🙂

  8. avatar
    Cath | 11 July 2016 at 7:36 am #

    Blessed imperfection
    fools among kings
    ever hammered in the great forge
    it takes it makes it shapes and it wakes us
    the hell up
    another eye maybe is what keeps us alive in the pitts of hell
    able to see beyond the sleepers even when in under the spell
    thank the gods for that
    stripped naked
    then reconstituted oh what a splendid life
    oh what a ride
    in the hallway or mirrors

    I love you Steve , in maya speak In La Kech – I am another yourself

  9. avatar
    Crowd of Stars | 11 July 2016 at 10:35 am #

    We’ve rediscovered Icarus
    And we stay inside.

  10. kevinbreton
    kevinbreton | 11 July 2016 at 12:08 pm #

    He made up the person he wanted to be and changed into a new personality.
    Even the greatest stars change themselves in the looking glass.

  11. kevinbreton
    kevinbreton | 11 July 2016 at 12:44 pm #

    For a moment I was taken in.
    They were in my body they were under my skin
    Until I heard a voice crying set me free and I realized
    That it was me
    Yes I realized the voice was me
    ~kershaw

  12. avatar
    Chris | 11 July 2016 at 3:44 pm #

    ‘Let the great gods,
    That keep this dreadful pother o’er our heads,
    Find out their enemies now. Tremble, thou wretch,
    That hast within thee undivulged crimes,
    Unwhipp’d of justice: hide thee, thou bloody hand;
    Thou perjured, and thou simular man of virtue
    That art incestuous: caitiff, to pieces shake,
    That under covert and convenient seeming
    Hast practised on man’s life: close pent-up guilts,
    Rive your concealing continents, and cry
    These dreadful summoners grace. I am a man
    More sinn’d against than sinning.’

    King Lear

    At this, Job got up and tore his robe and shaved his head. Then he fell to the ground in worship and said: ‘Naked I came from my mother’s womb, and naked I will depart.
    The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away; may the name of the Lord be praised.’ In all this, Job did not sin by charging God with wrongdoing.

    Book of Job


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