To Me..... Its not about spousal abuse.....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PeBa7dZRomw&feature=player_embedded
I put it on, and let it go, and then it begins. I feel it first, then I explore those feelings, and am left reeling by the thoughts that come with the rhythms, when Im in sinc with them, and I can hear the words. The words flow through me with the rhythm, and the moments lost to the music, to the reality in it, the other world I can tap into, I am part of it, and it lives through me. The words come out, in my sweat, and my eyes tear up, maybe I sing along, unable to control the force of magic it invokes around me. Because I feel these words, and as they course through me, I understand them, and in a million momentary flashes in a moment of this minute of thought and feeling and rhythm, I understand what these words mean, why its with this rhythm, what they mean to me. What they mean to me has everything to do with everything else in my life, everything that isn't me, but has at least in part made me. Visions of people and memories float by, visual representations of ideas, of ideas out of my grasp, of things that I only understand in feeling, ideas your living.
What stands out beyond all else, is all the other people, the you the me and your buddy, the small points of contact, and those that I entangle with on the daily. The things we share, the things we fear, and wondering if we feel the same things the same way.... and if we do, WOW. That hunger feels the same to you, as it does to me, and that we hunger maybe for the same things. Lifes complexities suck away everything we eat, every moment we breathe, and all that is left is the hunger. So we burn, and we burn, and we burn. We burn our visions, and we burn our dreams, we burn our humanity. We battle each other, super heroes in our own eyes, and each others. Because we feel there is something more than what we understand to be, because there is more, because maybe we can Be more. So much more that we don't tap into, because we keep beating each other down. And we hold each other down to hold ourselves up, and if we can hold ourselves up long enough, we might be able to hold it, that something more....... after a while of thinking about holding it though..... what are we holding..... our brothers and our sisters..... we are holding them down, and now that I think about it, they are holding me down too, because under the water where they seem to be drowning they are in their own world, and I am under their water, and they are holding me down, and I am drowning, and you see me. I am drowning to be in their world, in your world, hungry for you, I want your mind, and your heart, to feel them and know them and live with them as part of each other, all. I want your soul with mine, and hers. I want us to pull each other out, and listen to the music, and breathe. I want us to walk together, and build a better world out of our ideas.... out of our feelings, out of the rhythms we make, because we seek the same thing....
There is no way to express these feelings, you can't see my face, you can't hear my voice. But this music, you can hear this music. And in music we can feel each other, we can know each other, and we can walk together, we can know that we make the words what they are, and what they mean. There I am, in all of these songs I post, in every word I post, and so you know me. Perhaps better than some close to me. So I know you, and I love you, because we are the same, we are all part of the same songs, and we walk in the rhythms together..... just waiting to get in sinc, to feel, perceive, understand, and act. Because until then, we are just Burning, we are just yearning, for that something more. The gift of giving, is not receiving and leaving ;). The gift of giving, is feeling and relieving.
