April 28, 2012 § 1 Comment
“Some scarecrow from high-school that you loved and never slept with.” The Longer that I’m Out Here – Kevin Devine.
There’s six billion of us. Maybe seven. I think I saw in the news it passed seven. Or got to seven. Seven is definitely in the pipeline. Seven or six, the facts remain that we are all different. It always fascinated me the way they say that no two snowflakes are the same. Every time it snows I my thought reaches the point were it thinks that same thought. “How can they know that?” Maybe there is some bizarre science which lends itself to infinite variables. Even then, if it is infinite variations than it is possible that a thousand the same could fall on the same field in the same day in the same minute. I heard there was a scientist who was nearly driven mad by all of this. He would collect the snow and try and examine as many flakes as he could just trying to find the two that were the same. To prove everybody wrong. It reminded me of me. Trailing the towns. Convinced that I’m not looking for a snowflake the same, but wondering if there is one out there every time it snows.
What bothered me was, about the scientist, was what if he missed it. What if he had a flake that was the carbon copy of the one that was five or six later under the telescope, he can’t photo everyone? He must have missed something. He must have missed it. He must have missed her.
April 23, 2012 § Leave a comment
“Smoke without fire.” Bright Eyes.
I knew the devil once, yeah. I did. At least that’s what he told me he was. What he asked me to call him. You must always approach people like that with a certain wide eyed caution. Know your enemy. His clothes weren’t what you’d expect. No long coats or Halloween style madness from his coat hangers. No pointing shoes or red to speak of. No horns. Normal dress. Well, not normal, like you and me. He spoke soft. Apologetic at times. But graphic. Unreserved. Not ashamed of the things he’d done and the trouble he caused. Just a man. “Your no devil” I thought and cast his claims aside like spent shells. Just a very childish man with very loud gun that the whole world happened to hear. But then again, the greatest trick the devil ever played was convincing the world he didn’t exist.
April 14, 2012 § 1 Comment
“I found my fickle friend out in the alleyway.” – Kevin Devine – Just Stay.
Sometimes I wonder, if I tried really hard, if I would be able to learn how to dodge bullets like these. If every moment gazing, or performing useless tasks with no payment or pay out, was used instead on some steady focus. The attempting of some seemingly impossible task. How far would I get? No one’s perfect. It’s a fact. But it’s also something lots of people hide behind. “No one’s perfect!” They’ll say as they drop the ball on a catch they probably should have made. No one’s 100 percent. We get that. But don’t hide behind it. It’s no excuse.
What about those times when we awake near the bottom of barrel? When the heads all messy and starts turning tricks. What if every time I woke like that I strived to make count the cloudy head and spent liver. What if every second spent asking “What if?”? Indeed. What if?