Here I am drowning out my problems in headphones that serenade my sad song. The tickle of the keys, the utter of a melody pressed from lips that kiss my eardrums and a tongue that licks each savoring word. I crave to understand.
Ink stains on my skin from the blood of my pen.
Blisters on my fingers from the strum of my guitar, swollen throbbing fingers pulsing with every beat of my heart. The sting of the pain takes away the blues behind the vein that make me who I am today.
The summer of 2002 is when we first met. Reno, hot August nights, there she was in the window, smiling. Take off her 20 inch chrome rims and custom suspension, she was just as gorgeous without. The next thing I knew, she was in the drive way.
Some of the best moments of my life were cruising in that car. Just being near her thrilled me. To touch her gave me chills. A few years and 30 Grand later she was gone.
‘66 Mustang Fastback.
Both were directly concerned with Civil Rights
Both were shot on a Friday
Booth & Oswald were both killed before being brought to trial
Side Notes and Speculations
These facts concerning the assassination of Abraham Lincoln & John F. Kennedy are undeniably similar. It is unknown if these “coincidences” have any true meaning, but they do possess a certain quality of strangeness.
When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams
as the north wind lays waste the garden.
For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning.
Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun,
So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth.
Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself.
He threshes you to make you naked.
He sifts you to free you from your husks.
He grinds you to whiteness.
He kneads you until you are pliant;
And then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast.
All these things shall love do unto you that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment of Life’s heart.
But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Love possesses not nor would it be possessed;
For love is sufficient unto love.
When you love you should not say, “God is in my heart,” but rather, “I am in the heart of God.”
And think not you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving;
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy;
To return home at eventide with gratitude;
And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips.
