listening to stories of 'still feel.' and how it has helped those who are listening to it, i am reminded of why the song was written & who it was intended for..
there WAS someone in full clown makeup in the crowd tonight. BUT i was afraid to say anything about it during the show bc if someones willing to go full clown for a concert that has nothing to do with clowns- who knows what else they’re willing to
i know i hardly tweet & believe me the last thing i want to do is tweet about food, BUT
i think after all these years i finally figured out how to make a good bowl of pasta & im PSYCHED about it.
that’s all. you may resume your normal boring pasta lives now.
can JoY be retained even in sadness?
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can Hope be sustained in the thirst of the soul?
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can Love be kept tame by a prison or mattress?
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3things
- creature today.
- inflorescence was the word of the day (wild).
- the documentary nearly killed me but it is complete & will be available for your viewing on Monday
ok so i fell HARD during Back Around tonight. talking full body ATE IT & i really need to know what it looked like. if anyone finds a video of it can you send it to me plzz??
@halfaliveco
cheers to the metal wall that embraced my shoulder for 20 takes while brett manipulated gravity behind the camera with some fishing wire & a good tug.
just had a very sober profound awareness of the idea of electricity. you’re tellin me i can just flick a switch & suddenly i can see the whole room? no candles necessary. what.
if you too have these, can you let me know? (nobody’s high. existence is just crazy)
perhaps i should be a better parent
to the phone in my hand
putting it to bed well before my head lands
& giving myself some time before it awakes
to align myself to center
margin to understand
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dinner together every night
the gift of time & forced presence
no longer ships passing in the night
an invitation beckons
step back in distraction or step up in intimacy
i question how to spend the seconds
money rich & time poor
now flipped to offer lessons
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do you ever get so sad that you’re not sad anymore?
where your sorrow burns the entire tank of emotion, & now there is no sad or happy or angry or bored or anything. there’s just empty.
late night thought • 006
my body is never overwhelmed by the heat of a shower the way it sometimes is in a jacuzzi, no matter how hot the shower is..
i wonder why that is
& this is rascal the wise cat
to take on the invisible is a feat beyond measure
to stand your ground you must be pickled
be baptized a fearful cucumber
& emerge a zealous pickle
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BUSY
i’m busy as frick
it’s making me sick
i need to catch a break
before i break
like a stick
i’m over it
but i’ll admit
the part of me
in love with it
ignoring rest
i need to quit
i hate that i’m ambivalent
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hot hair in the face
spaghetti strands in my mouth
ick.
my skin reminds me that it needs water & soap
hey u, go take bath or somthing.
.. yet still the allure of summer holds me close
& the sticky sunsets hold their value.
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the dove still coos
the flowers still bloom
the orchard still bears fruit
nature does not yield to sorrow
the sun shines on the cheerful & troubled
& the train of springtime’s bloom
is always on time
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no time like mid-july to start back up the new year’s resolution from 2 years ago.
simple•poems let’s gooooo.
ps. if anyone feels like writing a simple poem back to me, those are always encouraged.
after the release of a song,
i'm tossed between moments of chaos & an empty calm.
moments of thrill & questioning what's wrong.
& an itching desire for the these moments
to feel like they belong.
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you crawled into my heart
into the trunk of it
through a knothole somewhere i imagine
made a nest of sorts there
i’m fine with it
though things might feel different
you wont outgrow this nook you’ve found
it’s yours
call it home
make it comfortable
it will always be here
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was given this tonight after the show. there’s some very sweet words & beautiful poetry in here. but i need to understand how..
it seems like people wrote in it from multiple cities?
did you guys mail this around? or how did this happen?
sleep evades me like a nightingale to the human eye
my human eyes have been shut for hours but my human brain won’t release
my subconscious patiently weaponizes my memories
eulogizing every waking hour
a painful death indeed
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this is my one chance just to think straight
this is my one chance just to float
but if i can’t get up when i need to
maybe my beds too comfortable
the habit never stops there
using comfort as a crutch
if i’m willing to waste my time in bed
i’ll waste it anywhere
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within the eyes of the broken hearted lie fragments of deep connection and care //
// once a fragile piece of art, now unable to be repaired
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first runonsentence poem. twas awkward yet fun to not put a . until the end
now my challenge to you- try writing one of your own & if you’re comfortable- reply here with it.
i want to die
i want to die
to every god that isn’t giving me new life
forgetting what i thought was gospel
watching this sunset gets me there
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i’m taking a walk with nowhere to go
my strolling legs snooze today’s events
aimlessly wandering in a dream state
my body relaxed, drifting in & out of side streets
hands tucked in my pockets, cozy.
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i need to think of you
as volatile
in fear that if you’re capable
of solid ground
& loving me
the way i need
i’d stay awhile
& give you everything
& when you leave
i’d cry like crocodiles
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@halfaliveco
if you don’t go watch the TIME 2 music video that we spent OUR LIVES making, well then, of course i will forgive you, but i will surely never, NEVER, release my secret pasta recipe
you do the math
my nose is a refrigerator
my throat is a grocer, with a gambling addiction & a poor temper.
my energy is a girl
my sinus is a teddy bear
my eyelids are semisonic
my cough keeps my tycho
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*watches batman once, makes riddles. lmk if you figure it out
when you are near me, no shackle remains
no task
nor state of mind
no physical, social, or intellectual limitation
no habit passed down or learned
no spiritual wall
all things are possible when you are near
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been slowly working on this one for awhile. anyone who’s lived on a bus will understand it all too well. figured i would finish it before the end of tour, but i’m flying home to Long Beach tomorrow, so i suppose it’s complete.
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remembering night swims
a darker summer night
with just a sliver spoon of moon
cradling navy blue sky
night swims
the blanket of top water
patterned lights on stilts
the muffled symphony of persons worrying somehow comforting
to know it’s not only me
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Grahams
i’ve been eating more graham crackers
than i’d like to be eating
last night i had 5 for dinner
i never before imagined
i’d have this problem
it just came to be
when 2 family sized boxes of the stuff
showed up on the table
by the big window
unclaimed
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