Wildflowers

I can hear the hemisphere across the world calling out my name.
I can feel the tears fall from the clouds as they are mourning my refrain.
Begging for a piece of liberation.
Ready to go anywhere, do anything for any inspiration.

Now it's three hours before I hitch a ride to anywhere but here.
If wildflowers scatter happily, then what have I to fear?
So long, farewell.
I'm as good as gone.
But hold on.
Something's holding me down.

If history could hold me to this solid twenty-mile block of ground,
The mystery of what is on the flip side wouldn't follow me around.
River moves, says, "Come with me to meet the ocean."
The smoke is rising farther in the distance giving me the notion
Of life.

Now it's three hours before I hitch a ride to anywhere but here.
If wildflowers scatter happily, then what have I to fear?
So long, farewell.
I'm as good as gone.
But hold on.
Something's holding me down.

Who am I kidding? All my dreams were all in vain.
I can't turn and walk away when you're here calling out my name.
I should have known that all along you were the one
Cause every time I'd leave, you'd turn toward my direction and you'd run.
Still, the smoke is rising.
Still, I'm fantasizing.
Think I finally know
The key to finally letting go.

Now it's three hours before I hitch a ride to anywhere but here
If wildflowers scatter happily, then what have I to fear?
So long, farewell. I'm as good as gone.
And this time, nothing's holding me down
Cause you're coming along.

Hiatus.

After eight months of being "close", I can now honestly say without stretching the truth, I am actually close to finishing my project. My to do list consists of:

1) One mandolin track
2) One guitar track
3) Two vocal tracks
4) One more entire song
5) Final Mixing/Mastering
6) Making the final choice on album art
6) Sending it out to get it duplicated
7) Throwing a long awaited CD release party
8) Feeling good about my accomplishments

On a side note, I apologize if I ever offended anyone with being distastefully indie and/or ridiculous.

The Iron Heart String

You and I both know
You're more than your health and the way you respond to drugs
And although sometimes you forget
I never will

When they take over your body
You touch my face and engulf me in a sea of utmost affection,
Apologizing for not always being able to show
Your relentless love

When they abandon you
You lay in a desolate pool of stale emotion
Yet distantly hold me through an iron heart string, otherwise known as Brahman
Apologizing for not always being able to show
Your relentless love

There is no shame in hindering the bliss
To strengthen the iron heart string
To get stronger
The fibers first must tear

Veiling the honest trials that are Ours
Is to remove the opportunity to share it all
On sunny days, we will still swim the sea of utmost affection
And even when the sea becomes a desolate pool
The iron heart string that connects me to you
Will still be

Small World? Or is God Just Running Out of Faces (and Same Faces/Same Glasses Combinations)?

I'm sitting in a Nashville Panera staring at this guy who look strikingly similar to "Mr. Lemonade No Ice British Lisp" from Denny's. If, from here, I didn't see ice in his glass, I wouldn't know any better.

Being completely sure of something for once is so completely wonderful.

"There's so much love I want to cry."

Idealism.

"I would like to find a school that teaches only philosophy and history, and is run out of a house in the mountains that you can only get to by hiking miles through thick forests."

-Nathan Ponzar

Despite it all, I'm mostly happy.

I'm floating again. Too far from this. Too far from that. Waiting only on time itself.

This is my public vow to not worry so much. To constantly pursue what could be better for the future, but never at the expense of that which is already wonderful right now.

Over-caffeinated, tranced, and sitting only at fifty-one percent. [but it's better than forty-nine]

My favorite spot [here] is the place where the grandiosity of the city and the lake meet on a quiet edge of a dock.

And I like Nashville now. I like living by the highest point of the city. I like being able to have the word "engineering" in my major and being a red songwriter in a class filled with green songwriters. I like bike paths and the twenty-four hour coffeeshop with all the eccentric people. I like sitting around the smoke pit on a thursday night and sharing a road with Ben Folds. I like the wizard man from circle k and living in thinner air. I like it. Just like I knew I would, despite all the times I said I wouldn't.

Peace, relatively.