I am like a button
You do not need me
until I am gone
Threadless for many days
like a right without a wrong
I am like a button
you do not see me
until I am untied
worn at the strings
like a true love one hides
So remember, I am like a button
necessary, important, and here.
For without me
you would need another my dear.
Today, I was reminded of Perfume Genius- a really awesome artist who I had followed and listened to a lot some time ago. I was talking with a friend who messaged me a link to one of his songs and then I clicked the link. I went to spotify and started listening again. I am pretty sure the guy, it is just a one man show, started writing music in his basement or something (or so came the socially…
I love love poetry. And poetry in general. It is so fantastic. There is something really exhilarating to me and soul wrenching about reading poetry and tapping into that transcendental lost romantic sort of passionate state of being that I think people go into when they really lose themselves in poetry. EE Cummings wrote perhaps one of the most mesmerizing poems about falling in love and the…
What is it about books?
They are all you have she said
And what of your precious looks?
What a dangerous layer of ice she treads
What is it about your mind?
There is something wrong with you she said
And if you were healed what might you find?
A life full of love to be lead
What if the two could just settle?
Like tea poured from a kettle
Calm before the storm
Of sweet sugar and tea…
I am here in Copenhagen once again. I love it. I really do. The start has been quite rocky, to say the least however. There are some odd points in my mind where I ask myself “why did I leave home?” and something like “jesus… what have you done?”, but then I talk to my friends and people I know and hear stories about how they are stuck in corporate American life working desk jobs and sulking day…
This house is still. The crisp green dollars float on the granite plateau. We have eaten here. Feasted here. The tips of my fingers type quietly, but they are as drums against the tone of the men speaking tones I cannot seem to understand on the television. Something surges inside of me- a passion, a sadness, or perhaps a great joy. It might be my spirit or something seeping through my pores…
My heart is the mirror in your bathroom
The one you look into each day
It gets you past the surface of things
Allowing my love to stay
The effervescent glass creates a great wall
Our love is the only truth that gets us through
Away from that surreality
That makes life so untrue.
My love is authentic
And your mirror is so clean
At least now anyway
The future is so unseen
I am afraid your eyes may wander
Away from my heart so pure
Right to another mirror
Another heart that has allure
But this is the only heart
That knows your eyes and iris color
One love, one gaze
Please tell me there is no other
My heart was the mirror in your bathroom
The one you looked into each day
It got you through to the truth of things
But it lead my soul astray