Songwriting
Our new song will be written from the body,
An exhalation of passion in the cycle of life,
Melody strung on cascading sighs,
The syncopated rhythm of the heart,
and the percussive potential of that sharp last unstoppable gasp.
Singing in full throat of fallibility and friendship
We find a new and fragile music
In our every urgent breath
Frustration
Frustration
Juddering gears drive our desires
In grinding whines, shuddering halts
Engineers with an eye on the clock
Forgot to grease the intricate machine,
Fumbled and dented the cogs.
If the mechanism was frictionless,
If we experienced a slow silent
Engine powering all our hopes,
They would not be what we want;
desires are meant to be demanding,
To bring out the best of us.
Electric
electric
Zapped in the moment,
an alternating undercurrent
of heart stopping potential.
The sudden wild presence
of buzzing will power
and passionate attitude
switched on, fully alive.
