kirk
2006-03-12, 05:29 AM
wrote this to start my day on saturday.....trying to maintain a more conscise direction. an excersise in maintainence of a consistent message vs a hodge podge of mulitple cross sections that are in actuality unrelated.
my mentor "gregory parldo" is working with me on this. i recommend you google him and read his work. its the real deal.
"deficit spendinig" (4rth draft)
i seek format for the words
from the source to the receptor
the fundamentals of song
fundamentally sound
the blocking and tackling
the success
that feeling on the gridiron i once prowled
this morning is different from the kind i know
in an instant steered away
pen to pad
orphan socks left separated
strangely hesitant
in straightening this space
unkempt the center
the mantle
where harmoniously once
ambers graced the darkness
the elusive illuminating warmth
since long gone
orphan socks suddenly seem
to need company
yet i am off again
a scrub brush as my only weapon
the dirt addressed
those wiry bristles
this grind
takes new form
it can be this simple - the cleanse - when finished
yet i am off again
that synthetic hum
the cycle on wrinkle rid
absent of the kick drum desired
an awkward calm
delivered
in a buzzer
cleaning house
straightening this space
incrementally
time passes on a saturday
and I wait for the afternoon ride
the one with forgotten sunshine
where finally
my vision at the minimum
finds correction
never found the eye place
after all of that
anyway
yet i am off again
waiting on wednesday
fumbling over fundamentals
a first step forward
amidst deficits spent unattentive
the funtion in format
since found
-filthy white
note: i somehow managed to match almost every orphan sock upon finishing the first draft of this....
my mentor "gregory parldo" is working with me on this. i recommend you google him and read his work. its the real deal.
"deficit spendinig" (4rth draft)
i seek format for the words
from the source to the receptor
the fundamentals of song
fundamentally sound
the blocking and tackling
the success
that feeling on the gridiron i once prowled
this morning is different from the kind i know
in an instant steered away
pen to pad
orphan socks left separated
strangely hesitant
in straightening this space
unkempt the center
the mantle
where harmoniously once
ambers graced the darkness
the elusive illuminating warmth
since long gone
orphan socks suddenly seem
to need company
yet i am off again
a scrub brush as my only weapon
the dirt addressed
those wiry bristles
this grind
takes new form
it can be this simple - the cleanse - when finished
yet i am off again
that synthetic hum
the cycle on wrinkle rid
absent of the kick drum desired
an awkward calm
delivered
in a buzzer
cleaning house
straightening this space
incrementally
time passes on a saturday
and I wait for the afternoon ride
the one with forgotten sunshine
where finally
my vision at the minimum
finds correction
never found the eye place
after all of that
anyway
yet i am off again
waiting on wednesday
fumbling over fundamentals
a first step forward
amidst deficits spent unattentive
the funtion in format
since found
-filthy white
note: i somehow managed to match almost every orphan sock upon finishing the first draft of this....