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Reminder: music transports you

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by | June 22, 2013 · 11:42 pm

Anthem: I Am You

Tell me does it move you, does it soothe you, does it fill your heart and soul with the roots of rock and roll.*

There are lots of songs that give me chills. Lyrics reach down my throat and clutch my organs until my eyes water and my breath stops. I’ve been knocked back ,wind lost, words like fire inside me repeating. I am you. I am you. I am you.

Standing in a photo gallery in Tulsa the words play, immediate goosebumps and shared glances. I am you.

Traveling with strangers through hills of California to destination Sunset, live music two shows back to back. Electric, acoustic. I am you.

Borrowing words from songsto etch ink into skin, a permanent mark of the effects of music. I am you.

When you cant get through it, you can listen to it. *

* lyrics by Isaac, Taylor and Zac Hanson.

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Week Three: Anthem

when you can’t get through it, you can listen to it*

When my favorite band announced the title of their new album would be called Anthem I immediately thought of it as a theme for the Kindred Collective. Music has been a huge part of my life since I was twelve years old and discovered this band. Since then, I’ve had many songs been my own personal anthems, many from that band but so many others. I was extra excited to realize my week coincides with the releases of Anthem (on Tuesday). How appropriate!

An anthem is a song that moves you, an ode to you that describes who you are or what you are. It’s the music that’s inside you, the themes to your world.

Tell me does it move you
Does it soothe you
Does it fill your heart and soul with the
Roots of rock and roll*

Xo. Melanie Kristy

*lyrics and music by Isaac, Taylor and Zac Hanson

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Curled

Curled
I’m a ball
I’m a bed sheet
Folded
Haphazardly
From dust
And
Life

Keep the corners tucked
Rolling through time
Chronologically
Holding my breath
As to not get caught
On debris
And conflict

Can’t stretch
Can’t move
Can’t breathe right

Something’s awry
In this messy pile
Of should haves
And would nots

It’s just you, baby
Controlling your ride
Unfold slow
Or quickly
Maniacally
But do it now

Before you
Can’t breathe
Can’t stretch
Can’t move right
Or at all
Too late
for your roller coaster ride

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Sportsmans Club

When I was in single digits
Wandering new places
I shied away from glossy eyes and antlers

No hunting
No animal flesh
No cruelty
No

I never understood
The appeal of flesh frozen
Bones and fur
Mounted like prizes declaring
I shot this

Now road kill gives me shivers
Bone and blood and dust
Are words
Concepts
There are bloggers
Who buy taxidermy animals
For a collection
Of misfit loves

Everything is more complicated
Than black and white colors
On a lit up screen
Hunting for food
Better than factory farmed

But I still don’t want
Those glossy black eyes
Following me around
Balloons hung on antlers for parties
And a bear rug hung on the wall

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Springtime like a new word for “hope” and “joy”

Spring in Massachusetts is muddy and wet. It’s colder than we want it to be and frustrating. Some springs bring massive floods. Others bring even more snow. Then there are those days the smell like perfection.

You know the ones.

I start a countdown until spring every January first. For some reason, year after year, I always forget how many days until Spring (I think it might be 77) and what day Spring is on. The 20? 21? 22? It’s the 20th. At least this year it is. Does it change? I can’t be bothered to really, truly know.

I just know that I long for it to come, as soon as the clock hits midnight and the kidding brigade begins and people are popping open champagne and throwing up streamers and making noise. I am usually quietly watching television or maybe already asleep. That first kiss of the new year meant nothing to be, maybe because it never exist.

But on January first, what I have to look forward to is Spring.

I love the smell of wet earth, the slight scent of burning wood and leaves. I love watching the earth change from barren and cold to wet, warm and alive. I love the green the flowers. I always want to start a garden. Some years I manage to begin by planting tiny $1 seeds from Target into tiny $1 pots from Target. They grow, and eventually I forget or lose interest or something. 

And yet I keep trying. Or keep wanting to try. (Today I bought a tiny bucket from CVS with lavender seeds inside).

(I always forget about the bugs)

It’s almost here. It’s almost here. I can smell it. I can hear the birds starting.  I feel the warmth of sun on my cheeks. I ache for sunkissed freckles (I missed that gene) and lemonade. Fresh fresh fresh. Ladybugs, bare feet, showing off tattoos in flip flops, iced coffee, hand holding, bracelet making, daisies, Breakfast at Tiffany’s, flowly skirts, a want to wear white (And yet, that never ends well), hope. 

Hope for the flowers.

Spring come faster. I’ll photograph you and you’ll infuse me with honey lavender scented inspiration.

xo

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Puppet Show

Someday we’ll all be
dancing on bones and dust
marionettes on strings
of the departed
slipping between worlds
painting faces with fresh blood

reaching aching yawning
outstretching fingers
with hollow eye sockets.
we are all a dream
of a deceased soldier
fighting
      lovelifeself
in search of
      peacecalmquiet
      moneyeasepain

 

should we stop dancing
barefoot with muddy souls
and let go of the strings
say goodbye to the red faced puppeteer’

enter a thrill ride
because the end result
remains the same
ashes, dust, buried, scattered
beneath the earth
of the air
on the lips of lovers
who can sever rope
and just let go.

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