Step By Step
Writhe inside, I'm not obliged
I'll get by, get high on life
You're on a roll, inside my soul
I'll let you go, I'll let you go
You do not own, not but a bone
You have no power, no control
You're not my heart, you're not my mind
I'll leave you dark, I'll leave you blind
I'll let you go!
I'll let you go!
I'll let you free!
So you let me be!
I'll let you out!
I'll let you out!
So let me fear!
And let me doubt!
Within this state of apathy I feel, lonely,,,
Within this state of apathy I feel, homely?
I don't like your answer!! I don't like your tone!!
You tell me to keep lying: I yell a grueling NO!
I'd rather let a yell or cry, pass this petty biding by
I'd rather choke you till you die, until you take a step in line
You're but a speck in time, regret of mine
Like a flustered fly, a speck, a little buzzer
I'll swat you with all the courage I can muster. Buster!
You'd better run and hide.
The New Year is here! And with it, my promised project of the year.
I pondered what to do for this year. I really pondered. I pondered and I pondered and my mind wandered.
I had a list of things I considered. Recipes. Pictures of my lunch. Poems. Lyrics, again? (Both new and old.) Recordings. Video recordings. Freestyles! Video freestyles? Flash uploads? (I have so many files still waiting to be added - more than enough to last 365 days.) Pictures. Photos. Artwork! Exercise goals!! One updated page of the site per day? Or how about a book, on which I'd write a small piece every day. The list goes on... well no, actually that's pretty much it. But I couldn't decide on any one of these many things, I didn't really feel like doing anything particular...
So I stopped pondering. I gave up. I went to bed. And today, I decided to draw a poem. It turned into more a drawing than a poem. Kind of pointless really. Artistic, maybe. Clever? Yeah! But without definite purpose.
And then it hit me: I'll do whatever I want this year! Whatever it takes for me to remain creative. One piece of creativity per day, for the rest of the year. That's the project.
So, let it climb! Draw your lines! Shun and wind! Let this diffuse wave of creativity build up and sweep away the decadent ideas that dwell in our minds! Give voice to the ideas that lurk deep down in your superficial soul! Open the cells of your cells in yourself and just: let it go.
Project 2016, is on the road.
The fireworks still pop occasionally outside. I watched the festivities as they boomed, then closed the curtains to compose this blog. A smoky haze drifts like clouds over a dark sky; the flashes of light gone from ferocious and fluorescent to sparse and surprising. As I started writing they popped in succession, but now they sound far away. And they, become one, and once again the night is silent.
I posted my resolutions for the year a while ago, but you can't see them yet. :) Until the year is done, they're private. Don't tell anyone about your goals until you achieve them, that's the words of wisdom I'm going by this year. Are they wise? Let's see if they were in a few months!
The eve of the New Year always brings with it a sense of hope and promise for me, and adventure. We're embarking on a grand quest, strolling onto an unmarked section of the map. No man's land. We haven't been here before. We don't know what awaits us or what we'll find, be it good or bad, the void of knowledge is all but void of potential!
Like the fireworks in the sky, the New Year sparks my hope, and I look forward to seeing what awaits on the other side of this one day that divides us, from the present, and the future. Now, it's officially here.