Switch

A switch.
Like I never lived.

How often do I think about it?

A switch?

Like I've never lived.

From one to the next.

Flicking that plastic icon
on your wall.

There's light.

Now there isn't.

Because that's how it could be.

From one day

enjoying your ham sandwich,
vanilla ice melting from your cone collecting the rest
with your tongue and then
what
you're no longer here
and the next thing you know
friends, family, past lives
at your funeral.

A switch.

That's what a human life is.

A switch.

To remember?

Maybe.

So make it count.

At least for yourself.

So the next time you look in the mirror
and you wonder am I playing it to safe
too hard
too insane
to mundane
that life
is but a switch

to turn on

or off

because we all want a piece of it.

That slice of life
that isn't just getting what we are given

but to take what we can get.

I love you.

Love yourself.

My Title Untitled

You know, I've had a few lives. One, two, three and maybe more.

Enough to realize that I've lived a little. In this short space of time, I've learned a few things.

Respect, Love and well some more Love.

Respect to those around you. Love those around you and, then, love some more.

But what's really important is applying those three points to yourself. Because any less, and those three points are pretty meaningless.

What started this charade of possibly insignificant but maybe significant words, was my cat. I know right? My cat? Sounds very lonesome maybe even desperate. But there he was, that little bulls eye fur of fluff, sniffing my feet, giving me that eye, that eye of 'hey I like you. I like that you hang around'.

He sniffed my smelly toes, after a long day of work serving food to those who appreciated it, or just to those who thought me nuts, and he, my cat, said 'I kinda like it, those smelly toes of hard work, I like it a lot'.

So one two three. The end or the beginning.

Anyway. It made me think. I've been around. And lately I've been around a lot longer than I thought. I've had my love. I've had my hate. I've had my in between. But what's really awesome, and I mean this as sincerely as possible, I've had my greatest love.

Actually. I HAVE my greatest love. Sleeping in the next room. Snoozing away like a baby prince. Probably wondering when I'm gonna hit the sack soon as well. Well. He will have to wait because I first have to finish this story before the day breaks into a new one.

I met him... Online. Not quite the intention. But I was in a rut. Well kind of a rut, I thought I would figure it out, on my own. Be a solo musician, with some help. So I put an ad out there, into cyber space, and some, if not more, bit at the opportunity. Like cat fish. Not my cat, not the one now, but some kind of cyber cat space fish, bit at the opportunity to be part of my project.

Anyway. In the midst of it all, I see this one ad of another musician looking for a singer. I think, great, maybe I can do this in spite of everything else. I listen to this anomaly, and yes, there's something unusual to the sound. Something I think I've heard before, but a bit harder and a bit more unusual. But what really got to me was the slow song. That song that I knew I understood. And so, after this flare, that beacon pulsating yes yes yes, I replied and said to this anonymous gentlemen, hey I think I'm interested.

I met him, not all too far from where I lived, and he appeared. From behind me. I tried to play it cool. I mean, I didn't know him, and I had met quite a few others, a little more straight, a little more readable, and there we were, waiting to get a drink. I thought this odd man, handsome as he was, to be a bit square, more like he kept his cards close. I'm a sucker for the mysterious and my mission was to break through some of that thick skin. It didn't take long and neither did the pints of ale and the various rolls of cigarettes.

Soon I shared everything, he shared very little, but yet he wanted to meet again. A try out. An audition. Maybe a week passed and I was in his home studio, not having learned all the songs he had up online, but blagging it nonetheless, and with not a lot of confidence, barely squeezing out the notes, he looked up from his guitar and said, I like your voice, will you be in my band.

I gulped and said yes.

Four years on, with a lot of history behind us, we're in Berlin. With many ups and downs, obstacles to overcome, we're still here, my cat now in the other room, my handsome prince dreaming of angels and I'm here in the living room typing away.

Life has it's funny and most unexpected moments.

Cherish them.

Remind yourself of the good that can come from it.

I feel blessed, with all the vigor and with all the madness.

I feel blessed.

And when I wake up in the morning, to the soft scent of love and the brushing of sweet kisses, heaven is there, always, when it's right.

I love you. And you know who you are. And if ya don't, then love is there anyway.

Cheesy time over.

Next up, music music and some more music.

As always, thanks for reading.

Far and always away

I am happiest

when I'm not here.

Far away

where fantasy is real.

I am happiest when I'm in the middle,

surrounded by distractions,

by very little.

I'm happiest when I'm away

and then happier still when I'm

away from being

away.

If the earth were one road that never would end,

I'd be on it until the very day

I would

end.

But alas she's round,

one floating ball in space,

and in circles I run,

catching my shadow

is never much

fun.

Titanic

The world was ending.

Ether felt it in her bones.

The moment when the earth rumbled, shattered, into slices of glass.

She watched the sun, that burning ball of flames, gather force, until it blew out like an unwanted kindling candle.

The earth was dying. Shrinking.

All her screams like a symphony of disgust.

In that moment, all sorrow she felt was swallowed into one drink of water.

In that moment, as the air sucked itself dry, the city's buildings crumbling like eggshells, Ether wished she were on a mountain top, wishing to see the destruction, the explosions for her eyeball to take in, that moment of it all crashing, curdling, evaporating.

But there she was, standing still, in the middle of the city's street, observing all around her turning into rubble.

All history graduating to dust.

Dust.

For children.

To play with.

Dust.

For stars

to turn,

into

new ones.

The relief.

Nothing to fight for.

The vanity.

Nothing but mirrors

dissolving in acid and

bursting into flames.

The relief.

That was what Ether was always curios about.

The relief.

But it no longer was needed.

The curiosity died the second she watched her earth-like space ship disappear, within that second she watched everything and everyone disappear.

Until she, herself, was floating,

beyond

the resurrection.

Oh Ether,

she heard her name be called,

such a dream you have.

Until Ether wakes up, and all is back to normal. All is not what it seems. And with selfishness, she wishes it to return, that relief of pain, that relief from others.

But yet again, it clings like sticky marzipan, to her skin,

like a second unwanted oily coat; dried mud she just can't

shake off.

If only now, Ether could find a way

to make

her dreams

come true.

Deep

I will allow myself to dip deep 

into this black oily water, until I 

can't swallow and breath any longer its ilk. 

I will allow this swamp to wash me 

away 

until it strangles all 

life out of me.

Then I shall return, reborn and 

with 

new 

light, 

so that I can finish 

what I came here to do. 

So that I can die and move 

onward.

DEAD

I'M DEAD
INSIDE
WITHOUT
YOU.

shush

He clamped so hard inside me I felt like it was more of a twist with thorns rather than love. Until his eyes met mine and I was lost inside his amber of mercy. Digging deep, thorns pushing through the thin shields of skin and then, that silent but, oh, so gentle release, digging hard, like he found gold, like he did something special. He looked at me, not in me, just at me, with that wet greasy grin, those teeth gathering saliva, like he helped sort out world hunger...

And then those wise words;

"Was it good for you?"

That moment of dispair.

Because lets face it, I just wanted him to get it over with.

But replied with; "yea it was "good" - if only I had two hands free from my humility and portray the quotation marks he deserved.

I turned towards his soaked face with a creepy grin (not that he'd notice my forced creepiness) and gave him my 'It was amazing' eyes. It was all kind of Freudian that was less than grey.

Sigh.

And his bony figure rolls away from me. Satisfied.

"Good... I was worried you didn't enjoy it."

My mind?

You fucking right I didn't enjoy it you fucking little bony loser with a so called penis entering my most sacred zone and fucking me like it was a gift from father-fucking-christmas.

I looked over to him, and, well, lied. Again.

"Yea man, it was great thank you."

His sweaty protruding chest recedes and passes out.

Last time I fuck a little ****** man from the Bronx.