Here's the latest! 'punk.another treatment'
(ps i do not always post my spoken words on the site, so if you really like them and want to see them, best to subscribe to my Youtube channel)
He was showing me unconditional positive regard. I was telling him all the ways and places I was scarred. He was chewing on the fat of my tales. I was eating all my fingernails. He was redirecting me like a train conductor. I saw red and charged like a bull. He was charging me through the teeth. Paid in full.
I was waxing poetic. His thoughts told him I was pathetic. I gussied up to him like a whore. He had his back to the door. I blasted him for offering me Prozac. He looked at me like I was crazy. Called me a fucking throwback. Or was it the voices in my head?
I cut my wrists and put them in his face. He let me bleed out. Unconditionally. I paid to have his carpet cleaned. To keep my credit clean. He was showing me unconditional positive regard.
I asked for a cup of tea. He fifty-one fiftied me.
I ran away before the sedation. Into the flickering movie of guided imagery.
He was golden showering me with unconditional positive regard. I had clearly drawn up my knees, drawn up my guard.
He drew checks off my back account. I drew pictures of infinity. He rented Girl, Interrupted. Then handled me with more or less care.
I was embryonic again. Statuesque. He wore a Buddha smile on his face. I was unfashionably broke and stressed. Developmentally-challenged. Locked up in chemical arrest.
He poisoned me with unconditional positive regard.
And suddenly the long uneven thickening and thinning motion which we followed for days, to some terrifying expanse of the same substance, which slipped through our hands and burrowed easily into earth, endless before us; suddenly jumped up into the air, unseen, and immersed us, standing there. We tried to take cover, yet still could not escape it. I shivered so long. I knew not would we survive. One of us took on a strange chill, became quiet and very hot to touch. Then ceased to be anymore. Another one then began to shake and call. Overtaken by the bitter salty substance fell out the eyes for days on end. They, too, would soon cease to be. The rest of us finally understood. We fell down before the mighty moving creature. We prayed. Then cupped our hands around it, breaking some off from the whole (though appeared unbroken), and looked at one another one last time; then took it to the lips and raised our eyes to the sky, open pale of neck, and let the substance seep into ourselves! A most unusual feeling as it reached down into me! Further! We waited. We then fell one at a time, to earth, and fell asleep awaiting.Then rose I know not when or how! And smiled! And embraced one another! For we were still alive! From this moment forward, we drank and followed the uneven line of this great, mysterious, borderless, lightness of mass. Trusting. Cupping it in our hands and hollowed tree limbs. It led us to verdant wonders never before seen, or known! We listened and the sound, once frightful, was now soothing us to sleep. The air was fresh, and colorful at times! And in the mornings, sometimes, as light awakened life… we immersed ourselves entire, in cool and friendly waters still. Life would never be the same.
Yes I am on guitar on this clip, but for those who like my spoken word this one should appeal to you because the lyrics are very clearly spoken, not sung. The lyrics are located on this post...
My friends, my close friends, my less than close friends, my new friends and old ones, the loved ones, the tough ones, the tests we endure, the balance of days coming together. Then the sun rises, again, and you find one another, and stand by and cry and try to find the heart, and it comes so natural like a Lexus start, clean and quiet, eyes meet eyes in subtle surprise; the things unsaid, the weight like lead... falling off your shoulders. And now your older, and see it to contextually, in the texture of the connection, see? And the sublimation occurs, two hearts collide, energy synch dream! Friends seldom seen and then it's like a dream again. Seen again. But why so far apart? You fight it, stomping your feet til the dust comes up. The trust come up and recede again, like the lost of lost weekends -- a painful trend
left you wishing and crying for more, feeling the living and dying, feeling right down to your core. It hurts but it means something, too. So be there in spirit, you say it, you mean it! I can lose the colloquilism, touch the vernacular, turn it inside out and make it spectacular. This will work at any distance, like quantum physics, like a system. The charges we send us, like photons the light moves. The energy hits airwaves you catch on your itunes. The paradigm keeps shifting its tectonic plates. The dishes they fall on the floor we explore, find out what we are made of. The texture, the real thing, we thirst and manifest and burst on the scene. Listen and you may hear it. The tear. The salt. The water. So simple, like tide rush cool over your feet in the sand! The way we understand one another, like a sister, like a brother. This is a rush cause its true: your family is those who meansomething to you.
