Distant Lights ft. Alex McCurdy

A song I wrote for my buddy Ryan Leath, who passed away recently. RIP buddy, this one's for you. 

Sigil - The Body Electric

Thingy Blues

This is my body
I have weather veins
They’re especially sensitive to dust storms and hurricanes
When I’m nervous my teeth chatter like a wheelbarrow collecting rain
I am rusty when I talk- it is the storm in me

The doctor said some day I might not be able to walk
It’s in my blood like the iron
My mother is as tough as nails, she held herself together
The day she could no longer hold my niece she said
“Our kneecaps are our prayer beds
Everyone can walk farther on their kneecaps than they can on their feet”

This is my heartbeat
Like yours, it is a hatchet
It can build a house, or tear one down
My mouth is a fire escape
The words coming out don’t care that they are naked
There is something burning in here
When it burns, I hold my own shell to my ear
Listen for the parade when I was seven
The man who played the bagpipes wore a skirt
He was from Scotland- I wanted to move there
Wanted my spine to be the spine of an unpublished book
My fate, the first and last page

The day my ribcage became monkey bars
For a girl hanging on my every word
They said “you are not allowed to love her”
Tried to take me by the throat
And teach me I was not a boy
I had to unlearn their prison speak
Refuse to make wishes on the star on the sheriff’s chest
I started wishes on the stars in the sky instead

I said to the the sun
“Tell me about the big bang”
The sun said
“it hurts to become”

I carry that hurt on the tip of my tongue
And whisper bless your heart every chance I get
So my family tree can be sure I have not left
You do not have to leave to arrive
I am learning this slowly

So sometimes when I look in the mirror
My eyes look like the holes in the shoe of the shoe shine man
My hands are busy on the wrong things
Some days, I call my arms wings
While my head is in the clouds

It will take me a few more years to learn
Flying is not pushing away the ground
Safety is not always safe
You can find one on every gun
I am aiming to do better

This is my body
My exhaustion pipe will never pass inspection
And still my lungs know how to breathe
Like a burning map
Everytime I get lost behind the curtain of her hair
You can find me by the window
Following my past to a trail of blood
In the snow

The night I opened my veins
The doctor who stitched me up asked me if I did it for attention
For the record, if you have ever done anything for attention,
This poem is attention
Title it with your name
It will scour the city bridge every night
You stand kicking at your shadow
Staring at the river
It does not want to find your body
Doing anything but loving what it loves
So love what you love

Say this is my body
It is no ones but mine
This is my nervous system
My wanting blood
My half tamed addictions
My tongue, tied up like a ball of Christmas lights
If you put a star on the top of my tree,
Make sure it’s a star that fell
Make sure it hit bottom like a tambourine
Cause all these words are stories

For the staircase to the top of my lungs
Where I sing what hurts
And the echo comes back
Bless your heart
Bless your body 
Bless your holy kneecaps
They are so smart
You are so full of rain
There is so much growing
Hallelujah to your weather veins
Hallelujah to the ache
To the pull
To the fall
To the pain
Hallelujah To the grace
And the body 
and every cell of us all

I Sing The Body Electric; Especially When My Power is Out- Andrea Gibson (Cover)

Enter ROMEO.
  Rom.  He jests at scars, that never felt a wound.  [JULIET appears above at a window.	
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?	
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun!	        5
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,	
Who is already sick and pale with grief,	
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:	
Be not her maid, since she is envious;	
Her vestal livery is but sick and green,	        10
And none but fools do wear it; cast it off.	
It is my lady; O! it is my love:	
O! that she knew she were.	
She speaks, yet she says nothing: what of that?	
Her eye discourses; I will answer it.	        15
I am too bold, ’tis not to me she speaks:	
Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven,	
Having some business, do entreat her eyes	
To twinkle in their spheres till they return.	
What if her eyes were there, they in her head?	        20
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars	
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven	
Would through the airy region stream so bright	
That birds would sing and think it were not night.	
See! how she leans her cheek upon her hand:	        25
O! that I were a glove upon that hand,	
That I might touch that cheek.

Romeo&Juliet- Act 2, Scene 2 [Shakespeare Cover]

Inspired by a beautiful soul sister.


Joy 

Joy is the essence of success
So don’t use time for fools and their mess
Live each and every moment like theres a pile to bless
Sounds much easier than it actually will contest.

What about those moments of pure stillness
When work is abounding with duress
While all you want to do is rest
How are those moments defined as this said success?

Do you dwell or swell with nothing and your all white dress
Do you make the most of getting those texts
From the boys that linger at best
Or the men that choose to congress?

The lure is tempting to sit I confess
Because all I can think in my head is look at this mess
I am rigid to breathe during the vest
revealing itself to be nothing more than a test

A test the I passed when the universe arrived
No length or time can satisfy what has always been the light
I can sleep all day or choose to pass away
As long as I do it with my heart to convey

All the heart wants to do is align and thrive
The energy blockages I feel releasing are concealing
What lays below is the beautiful soul of one
Through every word thought and not sought I am still compelling.

To tell you that almond milk isn’t needed
Nor are the butters you so calmly pleaded
And all that is the machine that I embody
is no greater or less than your own body

I see your success and raise you a fortune fold
Because what you’re doing is what I already did hold
And what I want to be is when you first became gold
So listen to my thoughts and prayers and nightmares, dear smould.


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xo

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Thingy Blues

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