i don’t know how we got here, but somehow we learned how to live here.

as the fest creeps up i start listening to the lineup of bands unknown to me. one that caught my attention immediately was good luck. i’ve heard of that band before, actually i’ve even seen them. during spring break at harvest of hope. i recall it was a fun show with lots of folks dancing.

yesterday i discovered i had their album, tucked in with lyrics. oh how i stumbled into heaven.
the song that i fell in love with first was man on fire.
“cause I could just be a good friend, like a brother, or maybe I could be your lover. It could be one or the other, or both…in time.”

then:
stars where exploding
“so we gathered up the broken stars, lit a spark, put them back up in the sky. If you can wish on their falling, imagine what you can do bringing them back to life.”
public radio
“the radio is broken. it won’t pick up no! the airwaves are thick, the sky has gone electric.”
how to live here
“If sometimes living doesn’t terrify you, if love doesn’t pulverize you, then where are you at?”
come home
“now you’re ready for more. now that you can see things you couldn’t see before. …..cause there’s more alive in your peripheral sight than you thought”
1001 open hands
“all the people i’ve meet raised up a thousand open hands all holding me up in a wave that stretches from back when. it terrified me then, but now i know how to be grateful for the push that kept me from being scared of tomorrow. i loved you but let me go. wish i could be the last hand in the crowd to push you on. wish i could be the final springboard you rely upon. i know it’s hard to make your feet dive from the ground they’re on, but it’s time to do it, the water’s warm. and if all the lights go out and down in the bottom there’s no sound, just keep moving, you’ll find solid ground.”

while listening to them your body becomes electrified. that plus, add a peculiar element is what makes good luck good.

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btw i decided to change the name of this blog from trixie fixie to leftover. which makes for a great knuck tat.

btw yesterday was my birthday. 2 decades.

Wekiwa Springs

this past friday mike, kyle and i rode our bikes out to wekiwa springs. it all started by talking about going on longer rides, and mike suggested we ride out to wekiwa. i was thinking longer rides as in a ride to the beach, but that would suffice. 

i’ve never been to wekiwa, but the fact that it was a spring conjured up waterfalls, uncharted territory, and vast openness. i was disappointed at first. my $2 entree fee was for a super-sized swimming pool? what a waste.

sunshine state’s summer caused sweated skin too slippery for even mosquitos to get a hold of. so to offset our heated minds, we did what we came to do. the water was rejuvenating. the ground slippery, apparently because of all the algae.

kyle brought some goggles, and we took turns exploring the depth of the basin. i was surprised by what i saw next. the underwater cave was marvelous.

 

I taste a liquor never brewed

so i was listening to “A Liquor Never Brewed” by Mischief Brew (i just got into them) and I found out that it’s based off an Emily Dickinson poem. the poem is tittled “I taste a liquor never brewed.”

not sure if you know this or not but emily dickinson didn’t title her poems so most of her poems are titled after the first line in the poem.

“I taste a liquor never brewed,
From tankards scooped in pearl;
Not all the vats upon the Rhine
Yield such an alcohol!

Inebriate of air am I,
And debauchee of dew,
Reeling, through endless summer days,
From inns of molten blue.

When landlords turn the drunken bee
Out of the foxglove’s door,
When butterflies renounce their drams,
I shall but drink the more!

Till seraphs swing their snowy hats,
And saints to windows run,
To see the little tippler
Leaning against the sun!”

it’s a great song, but the poem is just magnificent. reminds me of how i should read more poetry and all the great litrature thats out there.