So with 2 votes it looks like the people have spoken and I will finish Pel and Sara. However I will also be doing the next “book” of Split Sky called Torn Asunder. So on Monday, Wednesday, Friday will be Torn Asunder and on Sunday will be the installment of Pel and Sara. If you want more Pel and Sara you can read the Prequel: Ballroom or purchase Home:A Pel and Sara Story on Amazon.
Month: July 2016
Too many zooz
The first notes I heard, that hard blat then pause, then blat, percussion, then escalation into the meat of the music but those few sparse sounds at the beginning stay and echo through your blood. They get into your bones and make you move. The structure is there, reminiscent of samba or cumbia, but elevated with an energy that says listen we’re saying something important. It moves like a living sound inhabiting your headspace. A living breathing organism. If I compared it to modern music, I’d say early Fishbone but with a better more visceral sound. It’s layered and complicated with enough simplicity to tie it together. It doesn’t dumb itself down and it appeals to millions. The performance is great, riveting. The music itself sounds like the very best of Coltrane. If they can maintain that raw authenticity they will be remembered forever.
Wine or whiskey
If hope were wine then I’d be drunk half the time, but despair is just as kind as wine but with whiskey instead.
Caught betwixt hope and despair, in desire, only for you.
I drink deeply of water and watch my twin demons of hope and despair stagger about. But time is passing without touch or word, and while my mind sits above the fray and understands the why, my heart sits near, in ache and missing you. My heart it yearns, it needs, it desires. Always moving closer to you. My head wants the same but knows why that is not happening, yet.
Daedalus step
Drift and burn
as descending into brittle nightmare
surfacing into dream
out of madness
pain and chance crowd in
giving and taking
as chaos is sown from order
burst through doors made weak
spiral into vortex
wherein choice is denied
as decision was made before the breaking of the world
and it was always you
