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Ghost

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“The Ghost Inside” by Alex Michele 

What a thrill to follow time through its linear course

where I can’t ignore the impulses of mind and body

losing self to whatever it is that could or might be within me;

as in a lost and lonely shadow hovering freely

or just some nonsense, metaphorically pleasing.

The vision flashed a second after the sensation

mind stumbling upon memories outside of reality;

curious if wealth is found in the tragedy of persistence

and the act of being consumed by waiting…wanting?

I forgot what I was supposed to be saying…

what was once thought was ridiculed as naiveite;

we sit here and wonder what the other one is thinking

knowing and denying even through the blinding confirmations.

You elected to run and in that I chose to hide

despite the force pumping haunting wishes inside;

the mysterious ghost, created in pursuit of knowledge but

defeated by self-expectations of others’ in comparison.

 

I am grateful for 2017 but relieved to be moving on to new beginnings. I hope everyone has a safe and happy transition into the new year! ❤

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‘Livin’ On a Pear’ Out Now – The Fancy Pears Update

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I’ve been working a lot with my band The Fancy Pears so I haven’t had the opportunity to organize myself into magical thoughts of penned realization BUT we released our first album “Livin’ On a Pear” this past Saturday. We’ve been working on it for almost a year, learning how to mix it ourselves before finishing it up. The album is set to be available for streaming on Spotify in a week or so but in the meantime, we’ve posted it on our website: www.thefancypears.com

The Fancy Pears | High Noon Saloon | 11/19/17

Tanis

This song is loosely based on the Pacific Northwest Stories Podcast series ‘Tanis.’ Tim and I binged listened to the Podcast when we first found out about it and as it consumed our thoughts, we succumbed to its magic and came up with the melody and lyrics. 

Somewhere, in the atomic ocean

Floating in a sideways motion

The fisherman had lost his bet

His story, told across the land

 

Spinning, some new age logic

Stolen from ancient knowledge

Seventeen upon his head

The bookman finally met his match

 

Holy, you know I feel so holy

If only, the sky would hold me

Arms outstretched and smiling proud

The gambler fell straight to the ground

 

Beauty, you know I’ve seen true beauty

Flowing right straight through me

The runner cried and shook his head

I’ll never see that place again

 

Sunsweat

I wrote the lyrics and the melody to this during my first winter in Wisconsin. Most of the story is true other than me dreaming about it being hot; perhaps it was all a mirage. 

I was sitting on the front porch today

Feeling alone and kind of lame

Sunsweat dripped down my face

Cold sheen on the water’s glass

 

A clown on a bike, passed me by

With two others riding behind

A barking dog chased them all

They were there and then they weren’t

 

Do you feel the sun today?

Am I going crazy?

 

I stumbled coming out the door

And scraped my face along the earth

Light blinds, something burns my eyes

Sunsweat and blood trickle down

 

Field of Hearts

The lyrics for this song were based off of a piece I wrote several years ago. The Fancy Pears filmed it at a haunted house in Madison, Wisconsin. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HFuZ9c5bCJ4 

I could feel the cracks

Like I was a thin piece of glass

Fragile fingers enclose the frame

Bright eyes follow through the pane

 

In the field of hearts

There is a queen above us all

Shading the light with her advertised wisdom

In the field of hearts

There is a queen standing tall

She assumed the battle won

With all her fiends around us

 

Led by the wordsmith in a hat

Guided by thoughts that drive us mad

White rabbit whiskers lead the path

Counting time as it turns back

 

In the field of hearts

There is a queen above us all

Shading the light with her advertised wisdom

In the field of hearts

There is a queen standing tall

She assumed the battle won

With all her fiends around us

 

Off with her head, singing

Off with her head

To lay above our bed

Off with her head

 

Off with her head, singing

Off with her head

To lay above our bed

Off with her head

 

 

As Told by the Owl

We live in a fucked up society.

 

Bluebird across the water

Come and play with me

Let me have one song to sing

Underneath your tree

Old red tail hawk flew by

Shadow in the leaves

A belly hunting to satisfy

Hovering over me

 

In the graylight of the hour

Will you follow me?

A devil’s waiting for you here

To take you in your sleep

Go on and don’t look back

Cry away your fears

The wind will keep your feathers dry

All throughout the years

 

Up above the treetops

Here you sit with me

The darkness keeps us closer

The stars within our reach

Look up now little one

Pay no mind to me

The moon will greet your spirit home

Follow the light to see

 

Shine on

 

I am grateful for inspiration ❤

Questions & Answers

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Surreal Self Portraits – Fire Head

Surreal Self Portraits – Fire Head; www.whitezine.com

Whirling figure twisting into submission
Hidden wishes forgotten in transition
Splitting headache throbs senses sweeping
Unable to distinguish the remains in the ashes

The flames die down, it’s dying now
You’re dying, we’re all dying so we all fall down

Down into the abyss in the shadows of thought
Who am I to fucking judge your last moment with our insatiable gods?
Hats off to existence, lonely soldier flapping in the breeze.
To answer any of THE questions
To glance but lose focus in concentrating rather than

being inattentive of anything and understanding it all
We kill DIE kill DIE kill
Ourselves in the days and the nights when
no one seems to have any of our answers
No one knows anything

So, we continue to laugh at and distrust the other…
Fuck that, the saying’s not quite true, is it?
We all own a little bit of experience
Enough to engage in hive philosophy when

one thing or another brings us together
I may not be an intelligent human
I may not be a successful person
I may not be mentally stable in any form
But I am responsible as someone from 8-5,

although hard to recognize; hardly noticeable at all to you darlin’.
Too convenient, the time it takes to think about the

empty spaces floating ’round brain
Filling up the voids with abhorrence

Sentient in its desperation
Penetrating mind, body, and soul
Raping deepthroat of voicing HELP
What does HELP even fucking mean anymore?

I guess we do as we please as we believe in our own answers

againandagainandagainandagainagainagainagainagainagain

I beg you, ‘let’s run away from this war’

but if you choose to refuse then I’ll remain as well.
Don’t you dare…don’t you leave me out of the final battle
Through it all, I’ve never been just the spectator, the nurturer

As I fight my way through the shit and dirt that we call Home
For this is you and your calling waves of disassociation, fuck nature
And its ways of always coming full circle.

I am grateful for our connection ❤

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Puffing out cheeks, I smile
Never an appropriate participator
Sweetness perfumes, I inhale
Swallow
Another glass of wine gone
Purple lips stained for the night

The devil’s dancing on the wall
Riding his favorite bull
Smiling all the while
The room glows in a honey hue
Unnoticeable unless hazy eyes
glaze and lose focus
Thick air smelling of moisture
No escaping the enveloping heart
Heavy and pounding in the distance
Unmistakingly broken, no fix requested
Is it me or is it you, it IS me who guesses
What’s next is nothing more than crazy
If the monster gets its way

Constant hum keeping me moving forward
With age we get colder, words I never expected to hear from that stoner
And what do I care now?
Only examining the day as the moon calls to its end
It’s never silent anymore
Destination as only discovered by the one observing
And we see him there, in all of his glory
We rejoice in the successes that greet us
And blame whatever gets in our way:

Sex/Drugs/Guilt

I am she of a thousand dreams
Seeker of fables through lifetimes
No questions asked, unless you forget…
It isn’t me you really see anyhow
Opening self up to what has always been enough and accepting the guilt that time could never erase
We chase the rabbit in this godforsaken race hoping that at the end of the day we’ll be given our due thanks
Each day bringing another outstretched palm
Not towards the heavens…
Face to face, these hands are always wanting

For this is you and your calling waves of dissassociation, fuck nature
And it’s ways of always coming full circle

 

I am grateful for what I don’t understand  ❤

Office Lights

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City Street At Night Wallpaper Desktop Background by Stina Haglundh

 

In the dark of night, the city burned

Lamp haze illuminating out towards alleys and their mysterious corners,

Ordinary objects of notice depending on circumstance

Lining the drive forward one beacon after another

 

The car encapsulating our secret, you distant

Yellow windows arranged into faces peered down and I just kept thinking,

“how many of those poor lonely bastards are still caged in their towers?”

Whether intentionally or not

 

It was at this moment that my voice betrayed me

Completely consumed by the lit geometry of society

I didn’t feel your attention, didn’t hear your question

But there I was replying to something worth answering

“I hate it here.”

 

The last word trailing off into the hum of the car engine

Shadowy fingers of night reaching out and grabbing any response given,

I found myself silenced in the despair of confusion

Bewildered by my bizarre state-of-being

 

You kept driving to the center of everything

The weight of your hesitation creeping over the center console,

Isolating my thoughts to focus on sensing rather than seeing

As we always tend to do

 

Eyes glued to the graveled shoulder of pavement

Never daring to confirm if you were still in the car with me,

Knowing and questioning through the silence

Feeling insecure and lost in the absence

Thinking back, I’m not sure where I meant by ‘here’

The metropolis mirroring my favorites of experience,

Chicago, New York, Dublin, Miami

Visions design a conglomerate of what it is and what I’d like it to be

 

Claiming architect to discern the meaning, if any

Retelling the story as if there’s supposed to be an epiphany,

Over and over the memories tickle reasoning

As flashes of office lights dance behind my eyes

 

I am grateful for car rides ❤

I believe

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I believe in existence, in the finality of death
Of what it means to by claimed by conviction
Or the battles raging in others’ heads

I believe in love, in the wickedest of ways
Empathetic to the hostile touch of abuse
Anxious for those who never get away

I believe in forgiveness, in changing one’s thought
To break the barrier between the “other”
Learning to understand instead of finding fault

I believe in magic, in the wonderment of mystery
The want to appreciate every miracle’s deed
Even if the desire seems trite or silly

I believe in science, in the progress of humanity
I believe in learning facts before claiming Master
I believe in more than what’s reflected of modern society

I believe in hope, what’s created in happenstance
To the excitement of being happy
From the relief granted by chance

I believe in now, to define past and present
Because there’s nothing greater than this life
Other than the finality in the death of existence.

I am grateful for the rest of the World and humbly apologize for America and her stupid ego ❤

see no future in the present

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….As we continue to ask the near and far

Who are you?

When the response is always

Me…You should have known by now….

 

Shadow fingers buried in mind, persuading thought to dream beyond the edges

Lemonhead wishes squeezing out juicy substance until there’s enough to drink;

With his sour mouthed staining back of hand to wipe away the taste before grabbing pen

 

A golden tool for a dedicated scribe, a powerful King of the abandoned

Irony lives on in the dead as we continue to play pretend in this fucking shithole;

Extra flutterings to penetrate those of yesterday who see no future in the present

 

I am grateful for art ❤