Instagrammatic: A Theory

Instagram is the false bettering of photos. I take the picture from my camera. I take the pictures from other places. I instagram them almost instantly. Filter them to mimic technology I would never use. I think of the photographer who had these tools by her side. The tools have changed, the hierarchy has rearranged. Instagram is a pastiche, a novelty but not an enemy. These pictures mimic the old technology and replace them too. The perverse bettering of technology. The death of the gadget, the tool, the item. All falls apart and is replaced by binary. Destroy. Erase. Improve.

Thanks Guys!

Wow! I can't believe it's been this long
I almost forgot how to sing this song
But believe me it's a big favourite of mine
I love that people ask me to do it all the time
You see people love to question my validity
Like my spirit don't share the same affinity
Or something like that, I guess cause now on my shit you're speaking
Messing with my decisions like you have any idea of what I'm thinking
Oh yeah! I fucking love explaining myself to you
I love because you know that I'm a giving person too
So why wouldn't I offer you my validity?
Why wouldn't I love to compromise my pride so you can see humility?
I think I need to say "Fuck You!" yeah I'll probably need to do that twice
Fuck You! Yeah that feels about fucking right!

Recon

This is a poem that cannot be finished
Can be switched and
Will Never Be Done

Do freestyle much
I write 'em like such

Reconnect
With those you left, those who left and those that's left
With those who would riddle you with bullet holes to death
And those who took your soul only to riddle what's left
Those that take their forties to the left cause there twenties went right
Hardened their nights and dreams, flawed their schemes those fiends
Those messes who God blessed with constant distress, those that clean up
Those that make too many of the decisions that you wouldn't
Those constant arguers and those that truly frustrate you
Those that make you laugh and laugh and continuously amaze you
And those that you hope better for and know better than
Those that shocked you then and those that shock you now
Those who portrayed you in ways that betrayed you
Those whose ambitions delayed you but still you came through
Those that you keep something hidden from and those hiding from you
Those who know your better inhibitions and your worse exhibitions
Those that went fishing with you and told you stories you wish they didn't
Those that never envisioned your mission and those you wish were still with us

Non-Space

Getting onto airplanes
I used to enter this space
of nothingness
21 hour flight
Including layovers
You get to be
Without a place
And so I used to
Detach myself
Be about nothing
Exist in a non-space
Nonplussed, non-nothing
It worked but
I think I
Took too many flights
Entered the non-space
Too many times
Too many lost days
Time switches and jet lag
Too much non-space

Disconnect

Disconnect, eject
Yourself from self
Outside help, really
Apart from reality
Duality being
More than a feeling
Reeling past control
Polarity poetry
At times, can be
The epitomy of vacancy
To take in seems
Mistaken dreams
Happening when awake
Understanding withstanding
Serious delays
Furious or fazed
Delirious this maze
Amazed that senses
Sense not to obey
What most of us
Trust them to do
Hectic nerves
Disconnect the world
Stare up there
At light so bright
Might ignite
Fighting spirit
In one so endearing
Mental math can't
Fathom equations so
Random as existance
Consistent with none
Alone, just one

Metallica

Here's to metal
Here's to America
Here's to Metallica

You shoved metal up our asses
You said thanks Judas Priest for Rapid Fire
And said no thank you to Breaking the Law
You took a movement with a dumb name (NWOBHM)
Americanized it into thrash
Manic and defiant you giants Rode the Lightning
Set the course, metal should be frightening

To tell the story of Metallica is to acknowledge the American dream. It began with a friendship of the strongest kind, one built over music. Two outcasts brought together, a potential Danish John McEnroe and a solitary cornfed son of the States, brought together by cassette, 8-track, vinyl...

Beers too!
Perhaps too many?
Buds broke a couple camels backs, I'm sure

Road got Cliff Burton though
Black had it right when he said "the road is fucking hard"
And Robertson knew that the road made too many musicians into martyrs

Ulrich, Hetfield, Mustaine, Burton, Hammett, Newsted, Rock, Trujillo

Good but... -

They seemed amazing, what every one wants to be
They came off as if they had it all, by only having each other
They were good, if not great, but I know
They were not meant to be

How people find these things out, it's hard to say
How one can let go now just seems to make no sense
"How?" The other will always think
"How were we not meant to be?"

-

If you do not love someone but they love you, let them go
If you do not share their burning passion, let them go
You might know what heartbreak lies ahead for them
How the time you spent together will play out to them
Or maybe you've felt the tremendous devalidation that comes from heartbreak
Maybe in partial loneliness you have felt weak
But this is about you, not anyone else
If you can't love someone you don't deserve them