a stringless guitar
sits cocked,
but I cant see the strings
or the songs
or the rhythm
or the motion
i can't imagine anything beautiful
vomiting from its chasm
because I don't see its strings,
thats all anything is
a title
a name
its what it is
what you are
a name
a guitar
what are you with no name
when your no longer seen or heard
then what are you
what is anything when nothing makes sense
when lost thoughts become known
when life becomes a decrepit ****
you take cause there isn't anything else to do
because you are no name but every name is you
because it was imposed
because it was said
because it was written
but mostly because its ******* law
and you don't **** with laws
thats unchanging
the law of gravity
yet boats still float
and we still jump
in hopes of more
more of this and more of that
we are always hoping for more
more food
and more guns
more medicine
and more love
and more friends
with more money
because more everything
is a more world
where more is no longer a word
but a ******* way of life
so when hoping for something you don't need
think of what needs more
what actually needs more
it probably isn't anything
except you
you need more love from yourself
more understanding for yourself
more friendship of yourself
more compassion for yourself
the more you give yourself
in the most unselfish selfish ways
the more you give to others
the more you can do and will receive
the more happy you will be
and the more more's you might just get
so shut up and stand up or sit down but listen
cause giving yourself more isn't always as easy
as it seems
so when you see that guitar without strings
please see what I couldn't
because that guitar still knows that songs are heard
and played and taught and sung
and lived and loved and hated
It just keeps going