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Zeroes and Ones

                           By Jfarrell

 

   (“shame on us, doomed from the start,

     May god have mercy on our dirty little hearts”

                          From Nine Inch Nails )

 

The pain makes me scream, mouth wide open: zero

The music makes me nod up and down in rhythm: one

Exhaled; empty husk; drained: zero

Inhale deep; refresh; life anew: one

 

Dying from the very start;

From my very first breath until my very last

I was born to die;

Shame on me for never realizing - here and now is all I got.

 

My very first breath, I screamed mouth wide open: one

My stress makes me jump up and down everywhere: zero

This breath, here and now: one

The pain I use it to bury: zero

 

All my hopes, dreams, envy, despair…

Shame on me, for the energy I’ve wasted on those

This binary life has more ones than zeroes

I just gotta switch on - not off

 

 

Yeah 

Gonna have a 

good time

You real tight

 rope walker

Gonna have a 

good time 

Greasy smile 

talker 

Yeah 

Your gonna have a good time

All right

Gonna

Make a movie baby

Alright 

Gonna 

Sing my blues baby

All night

Wrap you in my 

love song

Yeah

Gonna 

Catch me 

when the mornin come

Catch you

 when y' home alone

Teach you 

when we're all alone

Yeah baby 

 

That's right

Song lyrics for acoustic guitar ( alt C,G,D)

Any given Monday you get outta bed 

Shaving in the shower race a yellow light red

Sitting In an office like a Little plastic egg

Praying to make a living

but The Man isn't giving 

A raise to a guy like youuuuuuuuu

Sailing in a ship of fools

Sailing in a ship of fools

Sailing in a ship of fools

So

Once upon a time on a little mountain side

There was a little girl who's daddy was alive 

They danced little dances and they played school

Till one day

they cops took him away

For stealing many bags of jewwwwwwwls

Sailing in a ship of fools

Sailing in a ship of fools

Sailing in a ship of fools

Well

There was an old man  every day in the park

Who talked to the pigeons

and people called him stark

Like a loooooooooooooon....

But what they really didn't didn't know

The mans a war hero

shot  five times 

To keep alive

his platoooooooon....

Sailing in a ship of fools 

Sailing In a ship of fools

 

 

You,

Are my breath,

My life’s goal,

My dream,

 

True.

"Feel it, 

the sensation of breathing, 

with a new friend. 

Not

 

the addition, 

but the release of a union

of muscle and sinew, 

effort

 

cast to the side. 

The breath

enjoyed

with the support 

 

of the floor. 

The ground, 

the dirt below, 

thinking now

 

of feeling the green grass

in between your toes, 

the Earth, 

our Earth. 

 

Nay, she is not ours, 

we are instead Hers. 

Your breath... 

given strength by Mother Earth. 

 

Do you feel it? 

The ebb of the Earth, 

the beat, 

the ancient, encompassing embrace. 

 

Do you feel the flow

of the Ocean,

the breath of Mother Earth

made manifest?

 

Do you feel the presece

of the energy,

in this room, 

right now?

 

The energy that is still, 

the energy that links us, 

neighbor to neighbor, 

the energy of the mightiest wave

 

crashing onto the shore,

the wrath of the surf

felt as fury by the surfer

that Hell hath no. 

 

The energy of the exhausted canine

resting finally on couch

with the child who so tenderly

ran it tired. 

 

The energy when Autumn comes

when you're not quite done

kissing Summer

goodbye.

 

Do you feel the breath? 

Do you feel your mind 

spiraling all over this

whirl of whimisical words?

 

Do you feel the heart? 

Your heart? 

My heart? 

The flow of energy 

 

of the one to your left

or right? 

Us all, limited not

to labels

 

or categories, 

not by old, young, 

American, skin tone, 

the foolish boy or the sweet lady.

 

Try Human, 

Homo Sapien, 

try Earthling, 

giggling practitioner about spirit fingers. 

 

But, 

you know what? 

I do not

need to instruct, 

 

because I feel it. 

I feel you. 

I feel joy,

stress, searing pain, 

 

us joining as a whole

with our Om. 

So beautiful, 

you people. 

 

This is it. 

This is you, this is me. 

This is Mother Earth. 

I feel it.

 

And maybe you do too."

"Again, 

again, it's been so long, 

yet the feeling still runs 

deep inside. 

 

As though not a second 

separated this and the last, 

my heart racing 

my fingers fluttering. 

 

To spin a tale, 

weave a rhyme, 

picking up a rhythm 

lost to time. 

 

The reason? 

Inconsequential, 

or unimportant, 

rather. 

 

It's been so long, 

it seems, 

but currently at ease 

letting flow out 

 

what some call the soul, 

others call just words, 

or poetry. 

The goal 

 

in the end is to spark a flame, 

light up a mind 

with imagery. 

Personified, 

 

the thousand miles 

traveled, 

just to have another light 

come into my life. 

 

Again, 

the slow boil of the machine 

turning over to toil 

and burn and smoke 

 

and chug along the engine 

of mine, 

the mind 

that writes. 

 

Taking corners too fast, 

imagery still spinning 

left and right, 

picking up speed 

 

and becoming a runaway, 

such mass and inertia 

turning energy 

into nothing less than unstoppable. 

 

To write again, 

to sing, or dance, 

to do what you have done 

because it is who you are, 

 

it's every fiber of your body, 

every sliver of your soul... 

is intoxicating, 

gratifying. 

 

It's heaven, 

absolute heaven. 

 

When you're below the beloved Ocean 

of Life, 

it's waves and currents 

holding you underneath. 

 

That moment you see the surface, 

the ballet above 

of the light dancing 

and beckoning you up for air. 

 

That moment you swim up, 

the sun becoming brighter as you draw closer, 

the cold water becoming clear,

you're so near, 

 

the warmth of the top 

felt through, 

but you're not quite there yet. 

Swim! 

 

Swim harder, 

reach for the surface, 

because that exact moment 

you burst through, 

 

inhaling that open, 

sweet, succulent air 

of inspiration... 

filling lungs, body, 

 

mind and soul... 

it is 

absolute heaven; 

to be inspired again. Gorgeous."

The world breathes,

That we call ‘air’!

If the breathing stops,

Death will reign everywhere!

 

Thank God that the air is free!

There is no tax,

For using it for the lifetime,

One of His munificent acts!

 

O planet earth! Breathe on,

 

May the poets pen thereon!

The square root of a kiss is a hum

I hum under my breath

When i contemplate the drum of your heart

My heart beats with the pulse

I revel in the whisper

that lifts me like the wind

An instrument in tune

with you

My love is the wind's slave

and thus is free

My love is the wind that is shaped as it passes

through the lips of earthly vessels

into words of freedom

My love is the winds song:

I am the earths imagination wandering

I seep through the cracks

explore the unseen

I ripple the grass

and move life

My love is my souls dedication

How do I love thee

Imagine

 

 

 

 

Surrounded with good postured grass and newly fallen leaves

My eyes soak up sparkling dew and lungs rejoice with the breeze

My private haven, with bright greens and sunshine gold’s

A place where my imagination can soar, and beauty is bold

 

This magnificent meadow, with vibrant colors and rich smells

Every strand of dark green grass has a story to tell

My admiration, my escape, this secluded refuge serves

My gaze is set on climbing trees, with their out stretched arms that curve

 

This caring defense, of plump bushes and soaring trees

Save me from the outside world, yet lets me be free

I watch the graceful decent, of an autumn leaf,

Flow to a calm bed of grass, which lie beneath

 

I peer upon a family of rocks, caught between day and night

Relaxing in the Earths cool soil, yet bathe in deep sunlight

These fluid thoughts, abetted by the breeze

A place, my place; my mind set free