And ever since that melody when I realized my jazz.
I saw and felt all that I wanted to see and breathe.
And it was the expression of my heart.
Harmonic freedom,
But I could see it when I closed my eyes.
It came in chaos and in peace.
Noise.
Animation.
Nonsense.
Cities.
Dirty electricity.
Fog and fire places.
Bricks And Castles.
Pleasing acceleration.
When all is right.
Lights.
Night.
Stars.
Steering wheels and my foot on the pedal that never let go.
Before the sun begins to sleep.
Early morning, and the reverb, and ever increasing volume and the smooth fall from space.
Space shuttles.
Moons and planets.
Sometimes you have to forget to remember.
And everytime I hear this jazz, my love.
When I intake these scents!
And I close my eyes and see the lights of the city from my balcony of my skyscraper apartment.
I look up to see the sky. A silent mirror. The stars a reflection of the lights below them.
Brilliance sweetie, brilliance.
And I could settle for a street lamp.
But I never thought to see this accompanied.
I always wished for presence.
But could never find one.
And I think, I’d love to go there, and I will not go alone.
I love you and you will come with me//
Sleep in love.jazz.harmony we will.
Harmony. I’ve heard that word all my life but today I realized what it means.
Kind of like sun-roofs to the people at the bus stop.
Sort of like kissing someone new in front of your old.
It’s something so meaningless.
Made to cover up what’s underneath,
But they hide more than just bodyparts.
And it’s as if this writing is comparable to it.
“To express,” they claim.
Son, I’ll show expression.
It’s a little story about yourself.
You can’t buy it
Or see it in patterns.
The patterns are seen everywhere but they change in a similar pattern.
Get it?
Stolen from others you simply express them.
Stolen from factories you leave them behind to bleed.
Show me a man whose sunglasses earned him a friend and I’ll show you a man who never had any soul.
Toys and candy you eat.
Toys and candy.
It’s so good that you’ve stopped eating what you have at home.
But the refrigerator door is open.
And I swear you’re letting the cold out.
Soon, the ice will melt and the milk will spoil.
And what will you drink?
You will die of thirst.
You seem to get enough liquid,
yet you will die of thirst.
And I could fill these pages up with words of your description.
They would speak of the beauty you possess,
Gleaming from your mouth, your eyes.
And I could sit here on this Pasadena hill with you and look upon the city lights,
while we indulge in the jazz inspired melodies that play through the night.
There’s something quite warm about this summer night… and sweetie, it’s not the weather.
And since honesty seems to be the tone I cannot lie of how you’ve taken me by surprise.
I could stare into your eyes and not look away until you do.
I still wouldn’t though.
You absolutely amaze me.
Simply, because I don’t have to say a word to know that you know.
With a quick steal of your stare, I know that you know.
With the way you hate to say goodbye.
And I feel like I’m cheating.
Looking ahead a bit.
Glancing over the cliffside.
I can see your grace. Your absolute presence.
And I’m simply lucky to see how much beauty one person can have.
It’s almost as beautiful to watch.
And that smile never dies. That smile is contagious.
And I crumbled under “Reason and rational.”
But things should be dealt without logic.
For logic provides questions but hearts provide answers.
And I apologize for kick starting the whirlwind.
I never meant to confuse.
This King of Hearts was simply frightened.
Could I provide?
But what would you do if you found a golden egg?
…away from its mother?
You’d do everything to make sure it got home safely.
But I am your home.
And it doesn’t matter how fast it took you…
Just how you got home.
Safe and sound. Safe and sound.
Words are simply words.
Response is everything.
Trust your protection. Trust in the absence of all doubt.
Trust that I am present.
You see, they’re always going to find ways to keep us down.
As if we must put on some show to all those who’d rather see us frown.
It’s us against the world.
You are safe in these hands and…
And just like a cavity you’re a hole that only gets bigger.
The foreign objects that penetrate your lungs build walls of plaque up all around you.
These walls weren’t built to last.
They’re ready to collapse,
But you’ll pick them back up.
Just like you always do.
They’ll only keep you down.
Just like they always do.
The bone begins to shatter.
The hole deepens.
Yet your problems don’t have much depth.
And you cover it up like a blanket does a bed.
The one you sleep under to dream away the pain.
But sleep is temporary. Morning comes too quick.
Speak.
It’s so much easier to deal.
Never let them tell themselves the truth about you.
Cavities never get smaller.
I’m scared for you.
Sacred to my heart.
I’m scared for your life.
You’ve just begun to fall apart.
I hope they reach you before you fall in.
They’re going to have to pull you out with the rest of them.
You’re like a band-aid hanging off a cut.
Grass that doesn’t grow.
A song that ends too soon.
A toy with dead batteries.
A guitar without strings.
A clock that doesn’t tick.
I hope they’ll dig you up.
Leave them down.
Have it all patched.
And you never look back.
Scratch through the surface.
Tell me what you find.
I never did give the most popular answer.
I’m great with my words but stutter through pressure.
Honesty seems only existant in ourselves.
But there is nothing but sincerity in my cold words.
I have not but one lie in my millions of truths.
To say that I am anything but scared would be wrong.
Scared of what you are and how good you can be.
We’re on 2 different ships headed to two neighboring cities.
Mine has been flooded and lit up to light the night.
Yours is just a small town ready to grow.
I’ve been slowly rebuilding as you are simply beginning to build.
But one day our lands will merge to create the greatest city you could ever see.
With the tallest buildings and the brightest lights.
Just like we wanted. Just like we planned.
I saw it from day 1,
but we haven’t been around for long.
And it scares me that this young
we could possibly find our one.
And I could lay here and listen to it for hours as it blows on the outside.
It’s the clearest it’s been in months.
You can see the dark blue hue sleeping across the top of the mountain.
The bold horizon of the city.
I know that you don’t miss it but the wind has just reached me.
I would’ve stolen it if I could’ve.
It’s great to hear the things that don’t matter being tossed around the streets.
Getting knocked over.
Reminders of all that does matter to me.
Remember the new outlook to kill the darkest of days?
And the beauty you couldn’t help but see in everything?
It’s a challenge to even come up with words to imitate such life and motion.
Well, you can’t remember because it was all inside of me… and still is.
Only I think one can relate.
I must’ve missed the day from when the banana’s turned ripe,
and this windy night,
and fell in love.
I am taken back.
To a time when all that existed was loud nights, rainy weather and winding roads.
Where only one thing mattered.
Where we went to get away.
Where it only took one road to get there.
And this song on the radio.
These songs on our radio.
To find ourselves and everything we had never seen before.
And sweetie I kissed you in this foggy weather.
We discovered this city.
Just me and you.
From the clothes on our backs to our shows on television.
Just to represent the times.
When nothing meant the world.
Our time.
As the rain falls off the edges of the lamp posts,
the leaves right under twirl in a dance with the wind.
And the trees wave at me as if to calm.
And as these tear drops lightly shower my windshield I know that everything’s okay.
That it will all be okay.
My lights are mirrored in the streets.
And as it all moves together I am reminded of something bigger than me.
Bigger than all of us.
A movement.
Motion.
And darling it’s quite humbling.
Once upon a time, in a land far away from here, lived a giant on top a of a hill.
He oversaw the villages and the cities and all that stood still.
He was bigger than everyone. He yelled louder than all of them.
The giant was in charge of clouds, the rains, and the wind.
He laughed at whoever was below him, people who thought they could dethrone him.
And though he sounds mean, he was all anyone wanted to be.
He stood 10 feet tall.
Ate whatever was in sight.
He was sure he would never fall.
Not without a fight.
It would take something, a movement larger than him to take him down.
There was nothing of his size in this remote, little town.
Well you see, the giant had ruled for what seemed like ages.
Year after year he stood atop that hill.
He always had one message, no matter how cruel he ruled, the citizen’s would not be happy without him. They wouldn’t be guided without him. OO
Well, after a while he began to get lazy.
He stopped looking for details.
And that’s when the chaos started brewing.
People began doing what they wanted.
Rules didn’t apply anymore.
He only took his eyes off them for a second, but the town had created the most beautiful plan ever created.
Take him down they would, take him down they would.
They surrounded the hills around him.
They camped out on his edges for what seemed like months.
And he knew they were there. But he never did anything about them.
Well, you see, the plan was to kill him. Take him down with all their might.
“Anything goes.”
So, all the townies attacked. The giant awoke to a view of an empty city and a mountain full of townies running towards him.
He didn’t fright, but neither would he fight.
And the first person to reach him, he grabbed.
He held him in his hand and threw his fist in the air and the townies freaked.
They were scared of what he would do to their loved one or all of them.
He put him back down and walked away.
He just didn’t care anymore.
You see, the giant knew the whole time what was cooking up around him.
And he knew that he could not be on top forever.
And the man he grabbed asked him one question?
“Why didn’t you kill me? or eat me? or any of us?”
And the giant didn’t respond.
He let the townies live the way they wanted. He set them free.
And he walked away beyond the horizon.
He was looking for something new.
You see, he had noticed all the details and the potential uprising, he just didn’t care to do anything about it.
As for the townies, they visited other cities and valleys and villages.
They mingle with the others who have been oppressed by the giant or other giants.
But they weren’t as happy without the giant atop his hill.
“I told you so,” the giant said.