The Game

June 15, 2016

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“…the games that people play…”

“Don’t play with something,
you should cherish for life.”

Marvin said it best.

Toying with each other,
as a cat toys with a mouse.
The chase, the fear of capture,
the fear of being slain.
Sliced opened and left vulnerable to
elements, microbes and vultures.

Emotions, promises, experiences, games.
The games that people play.

As youth, we played doctor.
As adults, we play house.
The rules have never changed.
Roll the die. (you only get one)
Move accordingly.
Pick up a card.
Follow instruction.
Move piece.

When I was child, I did as a child.
When I became a man, the child
fought back in defiance, until
one day, he cried himself to sleep.

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Buddha Bush reminding us….somewhere on Fawcett.

I always imagine Music as a woman of indiscernible age.  She is as fluid as the waters run wet.  Her robe writhes with emotion, as it changes color based on the message….the message being the song.  Red, anger; Green, envy; Grey, sadness; Black, void, one could go on and on regarding color-emotion pairings (isn’t there a movie or a study about this?).

She speaks to me.  She speaks to us all.  I feel as if she’s spoken to me since the womb.

Music is the Answer

The Great Equalizer

Ole Reliable 

Consistency 

Truth comes from her.  She dances in the minds of many, demanding control of fingers, eyes, legs, hands, arms.  I am nothing more than a conduit.  Man-made Instruments, I cannot play.  I was never of the socio-economic class to afford such a things in grade school.  I have a voice.  I have ears.  I have feet.  I move.  I dance.  I sing.

A thought lingered in my mind, as I pedaled to work, “how many times has music reveled the truth to me?”  I couldn’t count how many times, as I was also concentrating on avoiding cars and busses flying aimlessly my way.  One track caught my mind –

Jaidene Veda – The One:

I djed in my earlier days in Destiny.  I was coupled then. Things were different.  Though, whenever I djed around town, I’d mix in The One.  You were never the one….you were never the one.  

This track I loved (and still love)  to the depths of my heart, but I couldn’t figure out why. Why would a song nonchalantly be telling me that “this person” is not the one and never was to begin with?  What a horrible, horrible thing to produce, to make, to mix….wait….

Listen. Listen. Listen.

He wasn’t the one.  He never was.  It was as if the song pulled back layers and layers of false securities and false hopes.  It was if the song was saying to me, “You in danger girl….” (Ghost).  It was so lodged in my brain, I would sing the chorus around the house, while cooking or doing dishes and he would be none-the-wiser.  Music was trying to tell me something.  Music was trying to save me.

Fast foward, slow moving….if nothing else I’m consistent.

Music surrounds me.  She’s at my office, hiding under my desk, humming a tune from 94.
She’s at home, filling up shelving space while providing soundscapes and lessons from various genres and kingdoms. She’s outside, with the window rolled down, as her booming voice rattles the stemware in your cabinets. She’s the pillow you press your face into when you cry yourself to sleep at night. She is the only one that cares about you.  Listen and Understand. 

Check In:
Spending Diet is good to go.  Unnecessary spending is the worse, but I finally figured out my dilemma.  Identify the things that you absolutely don’t need.   It’s a start.  I’m finally ready  for the yacht party in The Emerald City this weekend.  I have been away from a “bustling” city  and “bustling” people for too long, I forget how it feels.  There is a certain level of lethargy here in Destiny, that I need to shake off.   Like Bobby Brown says, “I gotta get away….”