Friday, June 3, 2016

"I Want" - Alejandra Ribera

You had the gun, I had the horse. We took a photograph.
Now I can’t find my way back. And all I’m grieving was a dream.
I’m down this rabbit hole. Even the madness cannot shield this soul. 
There’s so much labor just in breathing lately. 
There’s so much labor just in breathing lately. There’s so much labor just in breathing.
I want the ocean open up before me. I want the aching of a melody.
I want a comrade to share this with me. I want, I want just to want just a little something.
I want to feel the power of a song. I want the light to carry me along.
I want to feel the wind upon my skin. I want the life-force back in my blood again!
I want the ocean open up before me. I want the aching of a melody.
I want a comrade to share this with me. I want, I want just to want anything.

Take these seeds and burn them all. So they don’t take root in me.
I cannot face upstream. He abandoned ship to join a war. Hope he’s victorious.
The water level is rising in this Styrofoam cup.
There’s so much labor just in breathing lately. 
There’s so much labor just in breathing lately. There’s so much labor just in breathing. 
I want the ocean open up before me. I want the aching of a melody.
I want a comrade to share this with me. I want, I want just to want just a little something.
I want to feel the flower of the song. I want the light to carry me along.
I want to feel the wind upon my skin. I want the life-force back in my blood again!
I want the ocean open up before me. I want the aching of a melody.
I want my comrades to share this with me.
I want, I want just to want anything.

2 comments:

  1. "I want the life-force back in my blood again!"
    Working on that. The doc extended my leash until Halloween before we have to take a look-see again. It's all good news to report and I'm in the midst of continuing reconstruction -- again - down at el poquito's rehab ranch trying to touch down, reboot, and find the desire to dare to 'want' again, and finding the conviction to aim my arrows and let them fly.

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  2. Whoa...poweful song, and powerful words of yours, El Po, in the comments section.

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