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 Mar 2015
Sally A Bayan
(the hours in between)

It is the morning after reuniting, wining and talking...the stirring of the curtains transparent, become slow moving hands and calming whispers of a hypnotist, blending perfectly with the gentle whiff of a breeze...and the soft sounds of one who has just woken...a hint of a breath of life...there is much gratitude.....these early morning whispers could still be heard...quietude is a swaying hammock, but sleepy eyes peep through the window, gazing far, enthralled by the horizon...red, orange, purple.....merging.....against green and brown of the mountains...and from all these mix of colors, finally emerges a sky so blue...a new day is born, the Almighty is most kind...but something else unsettles the mind of one who has gone through many arduous journeys...asking:
 "How did I fare"?   Can I still...?  Will I...?" 

Now shining bright is a list of
Things yet to happen...intentions---
Disguised as questions.
Though this has long been conceptualized,
There's this pressing feeling, they must now be prioritized
Pray they soon be realized
Before exit from this world has materialized.

Can I still -
Be brave enough to swim? drive a car? ride a bike?
Meet with distant friends? learn new languages?
Write with more depth, even when I turn 80... and older?
Fly in a plane with my son as the pilot in command?
See my granddaughters finish college?

Will I still be able -
To satisfy this wanderlust endlessly stirring within me?
To ride a camel in the deserts of Morocco?
To feel the sun, the air, even the rain, while walking the cobbled streets in Tuscany?
To spend an evening in Florence?
To visit Greece, Spain, Ireland, Wales, and relive stories read?
To feel and breathe the air there, brimming with adventure?

We walk through various labyrinths in life, so absorbed in our own worlds...hours, days, become prosy, they move oh,  so slowly.......still, when the dark is upon us, we sit and reflect...wondering:
 
Will we see another day unfold before us?
Do we get to witness
The Blue Hours of another sunrise and sunset,
And further be enchanted by the day's breath-taking
A L P E N G L O W ?

How many more
A L P E N G L O W S ?


Sally

Copyright August 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
"..so she just comes up to me and I didn't wanna say nuthin' to her
so I'm just like: 'Hey man, I'm just some dude.'
I wasn't lying, man, I mean, right? We all just dudes, right, man?
I be like 'Check it, dude; hows I sees it is: all us ******' dudes is equal,
and it make no ******' difference whether you got ovaries or testicles or whateverthefuck in between. **** like that is just a bad excuse to hate a ******* for no good reason. There's no need for that.
You best be hatin' a ******* for the right ******' reasons
if you gonna be hatin' on a ******* at all, naw'msayin'?
There are too ******' many good ******* reasons to hate on a fool
to let that silly, lame, petty childish **** cloud our judgements.'

Dude's a dude is a ******* dude no matter ******* what, man.
On a cosmic scale, I will have you know, gender really ain't a thing at all.. yo.
(Not at all to be confused with ***, which, as it says here:
"can surely be cosmological in effect, assuming proper conditions.")
A genuine dude ******* can't be trippin' on petty ***** **** like what the **** is or isn't between your legs! Seriously: grow the **** up.
I mean, if I may, there be bigger issues at hand here-
bigger players in play, as it were, than
what the **** side of what ******' line on the beach you're from,
or what ******' skin you got,
or what genitalia you have,
or what genitalia you like,
or what words you use,
or what the **** versions, translations,
or versions of ******* translations
of whichever-the-**** books
you do or don't happen to respect, man.
Just remember we all just dudes, man, okay?
That's all, really; Just be cool, and we cool.
It's really very simple and could be easy.

Now, I beseech of thee to dig it, dudes:
yea, though it would surely seem
we are physically different dudes,
there's really just this one Dude
with a capitol muh'****** D, right?
That ******' Guy is really every-******'-thing else, man,
and we're all, like, little dude fractals and ****
aspiring to be spiraling out of his head and **** like that, man,
and Mr.Dr. Big Supreme Badass Cpt.******'Everything Dude's all like:
'Go for it, my dudes! ******' right! Rock on! Yeah!! Get some!'
and I'm here to ******' prove it, man,
but, I mean, we're all here already, dudes,
and that's really all the proof of my point I think I need:
it's the Dude that's ******' everywhere, all the ******' time, man,
and, like, we've just gotta recognize that ****, man,
and reflect it. We gotta respect that ****, you know, man?
It's, like, soo super ******' far out, man,
that it's really just super ******' far in, maaan!
It's all the same, dudes.
Dudes. Hear me out, dudes.
It's all just ******' fractals and crystals and vibrations n' ****, dude.
Reflections of Dude everywhere, dude.
I am Dude. We are Dude.
Dudes ******* abound, dude.
Keep bein' dudes, dudes.
Be excellent to each other. Party on, dudes.

Hey, woah man, what's that like?
I heard about that..
Pass that over here, dude, would'ya?
If you're into it, I'm curious...

..aww yeeeah.. thanks, man.
I appreciate it. Respect.

Now..
where was I..
****. I lost the trip, man. Oh well.
There was gonna be a point to that,
but I forget now. ****, man.
I feel like an idiot. I'm sorry, I just wasted all that time!
What were you even asking me?
I get a bit carried away at times.
Huh?
Oh, yeah, its'..uhh. about three-fifteenish!"
-Jesus/Krishna/Horus/Me?/Etc./[You?]
I will have you know, this is easy to say but hard to write, let alone read aloud. Seriously. Try it. Please. Just this once, for me, baby, please?

For this trip, we're gonna need a ******' translator from Californian to Greek to Aramaic to Latin to Saxon to English to Arabic to Spanish to Ancient Egyptian to Hindi to Afrakaans to Portuguese to French to German to Norwegian and then to Russian and tradtional Chinese before coming back to Japanese and then proceeding south to Nepal and staying for a layover in some tiny ******* village that uses bad-******'-*** Nordic lookin' Runes somewhere long enough to become fluent before finding another person who speaks Californian just to make sure if I would agree with myself, if I needed to, man.

-Context is Key!
So much colloquial *******!
May this serve as a glimpse into the fine vernacular often drawn upon by the folks characteristic of my brand of Northern California as interpreted by a, at this point, raving ******* lunatic.
Is it blasphemy if it means well?
I'm almost in disbelief that I wrote this.

I hope at least one of you is laughing as hard as I am now.
If so, I like to think I've done my job, man.
..raw..
Please, if you would, take notice
that I take notice of the notes,
thus one may wish to notice
my use of the note field,
for, I've noticed,
many seem to use it differently
or not at all,
but I can't help noticing
that I have a kind of counter-dialogue with my notes
almost as if it provides some context that's worth noting.

Lemme know if you notice.
I'd be interested to take note.
I know some of you sure do.
Don't worry: I've noticed.

;)
..raw..

What's up with this "..raw.." stuff?
Why are you getting all deep about this?
Where is this going?
What the hell?
Are you joking?
Are you ever not joking?
HELLO!?
ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME?!

HELLO?! HEEELLOOOOO?!
Do you even care?

Yes, actually, I do, and
thank you for noticing!
The defense rests.
In a sterile society, who needs immune systems?
If the title is the offensive part, I take offense!
You know that excruciatingly horrible frustration
when you visualize quite exactly how to go about phrasing a very complex and nuanced thing in such an eloquent way
that it may just spur a tidal wave of understanding
in a direction that happens to favor your mental well-being,
but then there's that one **** thing that snags you
and distracts you from the potential of the rest
and it takes so very much tact, time maybe even talent to navigate,
moreover to attempt to make sense of and try to map out for yourself,
let alone, others?
Read 'twixt the lines!
..raw..
 Mar 2015
Lotus
You heard of that drug?
That drug they call Love.
Na it ain't a pill or liquid on paper.
Na it ain't a shroom or leaf.
Na na na.
It ain't something you consume.
It consumes you.
No one knows how it happens,
All that anyone can agree on is
You ain't got control of it.
It just happens.

~~~~~~

Ya.
You know what drug I'm talking about.
Well man...
I'm pretty sure its consumed me.
Look,
the point is
there is no point,
so get over 'finding' one,
and start ******* making one.
That is the ******* point, right there.
..raw..
-
What good would time-travel be without the blessings of memory?

But, of course; that's how to get away with it!
..raw..
Is it a joke or is it serious?!
It can't be both, right?!

Ow, my head!

-
I'd say
'I'm going crazy'
if I did not know
my intended heading
and what little deviation
has truly been allotted, so,
let's agree to call it
'going crazily'
instead, okay?

Okay.

Now,
be on your way
and I'll do the very same.
We'll see one another
when we're each ready to arrive
where we all once knew
we need to be.

See you there, again
there and then,
but I'd hope even sooner.

Blessings upon thy Path.
See you in the Light.
It's one of those nights, y'know?
..so raw and empowering..



--
You know you're out of it
when you laugh at the wall
and the wall laughs too.

Maybe that's really
being into it?

Who knows.

Either way,
the walls sure are funny!
..raw..

Prove me wrong! ;)

-
..Spent about half an hour
convincing myself it would only take five minuets!
In an instant, I press record and now, here I am,
over an hour later, just beginning to call it done.
And, that's just for 7 minutes of solo guitar!

The things I do for you, Music!
I shoulda known better..

The twisted thing is:
all I want is more.
She knows it,
boy howdy!
..raw and empowering..

https://soundcloud.com/apexparadigm/year-of-the-wood-sheep?in=apexparadigm/sets/year-of-the-sheep
soundcloud.com/apexparadigm/year-of-the-wood-sheep?in=apexparadigm/sets/year-of-the-sheep

Instrumental solo guitar.
Drop C, mostly Gm (played like Am, but down a step), resolves to C5.

'Chords' are all basically Gm sus2, Eb sus4, and Cm sus4. Roughly.
The harmony is mostly static around the Gm sus2 chord, but it moves a bit.
Life is too **** short and sad to chose to be a boring person.
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