So the bookshelf is finished in my front room and all the books from the garage are now inside, clearing way for me to navigate the garage a little bit better and get working on a garage sale.  Slap some hooks in the ceiling for the bikes and bam, room to put together a little music studio.  I fell ill today and am home from work.  I've been going through all this old stuff I found and I stumbled across a journal of poems I had started in 2004 or so.  There's about 100 poems in it that I hadn't read since I wrote them.  There's a prose piece I wrote right after my first son was born.  Thank God I found this stuff.  Here's a poem I found about writing music:

Composing

Quiet time
inside insight
feeling waves
emoting angels
it hurts sometimes
eyes ache
back gets sore
ears sweat and ring
surrealistic beat
juggle break dance
apocalypse strutting
brain pulse
electronic composer

 


Comments

ty gorton

Wed, 10 Jun 2009 11:41:55

I love finding old stuff, it reminds me I'm not as good as I will be tomorrow...infinite hope for the future. The poem is cool, I'd like to see "electronic" as the title, and have it end at "brain pulse" with "composer" being left out altogether.

 



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