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• strumming my faith with his fingers

  Sunday, Apr 6, 2008 6:24AM / Standard Entry / Members only
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  so "mister hai" came to town and we were couped up in the studio recording his new song , fiendish night to day , day to night fussing over guitar , lyrics and tears . in memory it was ... a tribute , an honor , a story spun in verses , notes and music scores for his late grandpa dear.made me curl up to wonder if i felt his pain or my own ,echoed through buffered walls .. and the walls , the walls of those wet cheeks flustered with emotion . never one to cry easily, the cigar smoke of that closeted room veiled my fragile vulnerable self as i pictured vividly in my mind ,every scene his words made out to me, smouldering away like the hot crimson ash on his fiery lit cigar ,drawing at his own pace , deep hypnotic breaths and slowly , slowly wasting its glorious existance into pale withering ambers and finally ...into dust ... 

  and all that remains ,is a hinted scent of his lingering existance ...

  

   i'm proud of you my friend for doing this song for your dearest grandpa and kudos to the funny team i got to meet along the way . capricorns , sagis , "teng teng teng" ,sure make merry ; )

  sigh .

  so i wrote this. a while back . for...

  -

  daddy

       the broken window that the wind seeps through,
  the cold that shivers the bone.
  the familiarity that cobwebs like an antique never sold ,
  he grows old.
  and the drift remains.
  the distance that sloughed with time only grates at emotions not mine,
  an anchored lock that drags the soul ,
  the gravity pull that sags the bruised .
  i sloth , just like him .
  i expect , my perfectionistic similarity .
  break the chains ,
  wipe off the rust .
  swipe the card,
  pay off thy dues.
  what can be reversed of time that paused to yield
  no fucking fruits that served for wastage spilled
  wait for me , don't just go
  heal my pain , make me grow ....

  

         i'd miss you ...