After the damage is done
Tag: hearts
dark places
Locals
If winter is cold and empty
Summer
Is fire in the blood
Bourbon on the lips
Out here
On these mountains
Where the dust settles
In the valley
Like the floor of the churches
Along the tracks in your hometown
We learned
About fire raining down burning the alter and the dirt around it
Survivalism is our anthem
Overcoming
Is what we are
And we didn’t have much
But it was enough
authenticity is learned
Like intimacy
And truth
She teaches herself
How to live
How to overcome
How to be anything
And you are earth
Grounded
She is sky
Higher than
What they are selling
She’s ok with the finer things
She’s ok with the little things
She’s always growing
Alright
You have to keep going
You have to keep growing
You have to understand
Anything can change
Anything can happen
There’s no rules
summer
On the mountain
It used to be the kind of
Thing
You were carefree
Trains on the track
Gas in the Datsun
You were and you weren’t
Time after time
It’s alright
We become as we grow
Fire in her eyes
Lonely isn’t empty
You get knocked out
Broke down
Let down
Time after time
You build yourself back
You build yourself back
You pour out the bitter
You cut out the root
You keep growing back
Like these mountains
Like these roads
Only local understands
You continue
She continues
You continue
We continue
Go
-E
Regardingsamuel.com
Time (House of Mirrors) (2014)
We’ve got
A new revolution
We’ve got a world
Full of open minds
We’ve got stellar adds
“All you need is hand”
Standing on the edge of Time
I talked to God
About our new separation
Living off the edge
Of our vitality
It’s pushing through the roof
All of our energy
That frozen panic
Disconnected
We’re a house
Of mirrors
Out in the street
Covered with
With self help
Adds and pornography
I talked to Satan
About our new philosophy
He just looked at me
When was the last time
You touched the face of God
When you saw
The phases of the moon
In her eyes
Did you ever
Find her secrets
Did you ever take the time
When was the last time
You felt the colours of
The sunrise
Through her skin
And got intoxicated
From the edge of her lips
Have you felt the earth
Moving through her
together
Anchored souls
Moving with the tide
Have you ever left
Your body
Have you ever lost
Your mind
-E
Consent
Consent is easy
It looks like
Me sending you texts all day
About
Tongue and two finger combos
what I wish I could do
Because I know you like them
It looks like me
Wearing a tie
Because I know
You like to take it off
And be blindfolded
Consent
Is both of us
Passionately
Having fun
Both of us
Burning out together
Both of us
Coupled together
Like
A spliced electrical wire
That’s consent
——
If it isn’t firing
If it isn’t equally enthusiastic
If you’re not in to it
Than I’m not having fun
We can do something different
Anything
Cook
Nap
There is no pressure to be anything
Other than who and what we are
Consent is easy
-E
Restless hands
Out on the highway
Out there on the long way
Where the lights follow you close behind
There’s a bend in the road
Where only god knows
Where the lights go
—///
She appears
Where he turned his back on her way back when…
Chased his restless flame
—///
Her tears turned to rain
Rain flowed into rivers
Rivers into oceans
And oceans never fill….
We are beaten by the crashing waves
Only god knows
How to understand
How to hold
These restless hands
——///
Father Time
Broke Mother Nature
And only God knows
How to understand ….
——///
There’s something about grace
There’s something about the contradiction of the heart and mind
And these
Restless hands
Bleeding Ink 1,672 (gateways)
I had a dream
I was a writer,
I stumbled outside
I had been offline
I didn’t recognize the world …
The masks
We couldn’t wash our hands
The water
Wasn’t clean
I washed them in the rain…I was driving fast
Hustling…
My brother was sick
He couldn’t take the pain
And I felt the pain too
He hung himself from a bridge
And
She said it’s crazy love
It’s not a gateway love
But there’s mushrooms in her cup
And a needle on the night stand
Is it the poverty or is it the cancer killing me?
I wish that I was doing better
I wish that I was doing better
I wish that we were doing better ….
It’s not a gateway love
But it’s never gonna be enough
It’s raining
And
He had tears in his eyes
Tired from the pain
The train almost got my car
And when it passed
He was hanging from the sky
It’s not a gateway
But It’s never gonna be enough….
The Groom is still waiting
I’ll tell it to you
The best I can
You may not believe
But it’s the best as I can see
—///
Everything seemed to go from bad to worse
Atleast that’s the way it seemed
We kept fighting
That’s just the way we came up
It didn’t matter how things went down
No body from Washington
Ever followed us anyhow
And no one could sing the blues
Like the working man
The women
From my mountain town
—-///
They talked
In their high places
Of promises
Gold and silver too
And see
Them communist
And see them fascist
They’re all just left and right
Different fists
Of the same beasts
Coming out of the ocean
–/////
Nobody ever follows us down
There’s a woman
By the river
She washes her children’s clothes
And there’s a man hanging from the tree
And you can hear the hymn she sings
No one can sing these truths
Like the eyes of those who will remember you…
—///
Well god is on our side
So long as everything stays right
And power and greed
And corruptible seed
And dylan played it well
—-///
And we will rise
And work today
No matter who fell
We will rise
And we will die
And we will grieve
No one follows us down
No one follows us down
—-///
I set my e yes s toward the burning sun
And pray to God above
No one
Knows these truths
Like the working man
The hungry man
The woman
The mother
The wife
And no one
Ever follows us down
We will remember you well
Casting hope
Like light
Upon the water
—///
On the Importance of being
Is poetry important right now?
Is it relevant?
Did the ’90s have it right?
Is God dead?
Why even bother?
How do I write or create and give proper representation to everyone…
Can it even be done?
—-///
Look at the Sistine chapel
The creation of Adam
What if we all stopped and froze
What if there were no German poets?
Because they halted their breath after WWII?
You have to speak
You have to be brave enough
To look at yourself
Look at the world you walk through
And make notes
—///
And he took him a potsherd to scrape himself with; and he sat down among the ashes.
-Job 2:8
Job didn’t have a pastor, a minister, a doctor or a psychiatrist. He didn’t have anything, his family were dead, his livestock dead, his wife was unkind. She told him to curse God and die. in an effort to give him some relief. And ease his suffering.
But he said
“I can’t, I know too much, I’ve seen too much, I can’t go back…”
He scraped his boils with pottery…
To give some relief….
—////
Art,poetry,creating is important because it is what we live for…
It’s the colours of living. It’s life…
You’re unique, you stand out, you view the world separately and differently, there is only one you.
We’re not supposed to fit in.
Or be like anyone else…
That’s why history has those few remnants, those that create.
They look at the world and they make notes and they write what they see.
Fb, apps, algorithms?
If you’re waiting for it to be safe…
To discern truth for you?
You’ll die waiting…
These things are not the truth tellers…
That’s me and you…
It’s up to us to discern what is truth…
I’ll say it again…
All of this fake and false and upsetting and black clouds and thunderstorms and the future is dead and god is dead and we have to remake everything so it’s perfect and there is no hurt hearts or shocked eyes?
It’s not real.
Too much perfection is a mistake
It’s up to us to discern truth
What we see and what we read
We Create
We speak
We build a better tomorrow
Because we live through and in today
All the algorithms
Will always be just that
An algorithm
A process
A highway
For Information
But it’s up to us
To drive it
And discern the navigation
Like a library
—-
So yes
Poetry
Art
Life
Is always in the now
Right here
Right now
It’s so important
It’s you
It’s our hearts
It’s vital
To our existence
So go
Create
Live
Be bold
If you make mistakes
It’s ok
That’s just life
We grow
We live
But do not stand in fear …
We can’t go back
We’ve seen too much
We’ve lived through too much
And this art
This art is for everyone
There’s room for every heart.
-E
Phantom touch
Today is what would have been another wedding anniversary
And you feel a certain kind of way
You wake up with a pain in your gut
And it’s strange because
None of these things were supposed to matter
Remember?
It was just a paper
It was just a license
Nothing would have been different
Except
Everything is different
Your body has a phantom memory
Of presents hid away for this day
Of good small memories
Because it was a life that was tangled up together
And you’ve spent a year
Trying to untangle it
Until
You finally pay the lawyer
And sign the paper
And sit at home
You don’t go out
You don’t get drunk
The crowds didn’t help
The distractions didn’t help
The fasting didn’t help
But you just know
That somehow
It’s going to be ok
At some point
You rearrange your furniture
You take some pictures down
You start playing guitar again
You walk your dog
You cook for you and the cat and the dog
You know better now
You are simply
Changing
Changing into something you’ve never been
You are becoming
And it hurts
But you know you will live….
You’ve moved
You’ve changed jobs
And this phantom memory
One day
Someday
Won’t hurt
Regarding Samuel 