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for those of you who are confused (though I know the number may be few because only a few great people actually read this) my screen name has nothing to do with Texas A&M bonfire or Aggie Bonfire Remembrance or Aggie offcampus bonfires or cutting down too many trees to build a oversized bonfire or singing about UT or wearing marroon while howling country songs and chucking tree trunks.
It has to do with bonfires on the BEACH! small ones, like when people want to have a little pow-wow or camp out. When people want to cook s'mores with blackened, burnt to the crisp marshmallows and look at the stars and talk about existance. And if there ever had to be some sort of mistress of THOSE kind of bonfires, it would be me.
"What's that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it is good-bye" - J.Kerouac, On the Road
"This life is metaphysical, and there's a steady flow moving to and frow" - Kunek
When you feel like you’re going to slip, When you feel like nothing’s going to tick, Remember what made you tock, Remember what made you toil, Stand up, Stretch, Take a deep
breath, And simply, Weave in and out of the Strokes of your canvas, The words of your poem, The snow of your mountain, The strings of your guitar, The phrases of your language, The hopes of your religion, The waves of your ocean, The clarity of your dreams …
Remember the immensity of the sky, the intensity of the sun, and how from the size of a seed, comes the beauty of any tree.
Never deceive yourself into defeat, Never entreat yourself into blame.
I know I’d hate to be where you are, Thrown behind bars In grime and in soot, With a bare mind and an empty foot.
Under tunnels even, In the darkest of dark, Where the herald cries hark To crimes of mankind
Where our blood pumps pain For power and fame, Where the wine of the world Is evaporated, dilapidated, disintegrated
I know this place, I know this place And I’d hate to be where you are.
For it comes to you, it comes to you. And some days it looms at your side Easing your stride into its canyon of dust. And as you descend, You laugh with a tumble And cry with a fumble, But as your heart hits a rock Your soul tries to catch up...
And I swear, I SWEAR, the only Thing that can bring you out is faith
Now I don’t mean to preach, And I don’t mean to hassle, ‘Cause I know religion - creates hate, And the Bible - booms wars. But faith is much different, It’ll wash you to shore.
It will spit on you, stomp on you, And have disgust upon you It will crash into you, And flash fear to you …
But when you’re in the darkest of dark, In the midst of your anxiety, And the confusion of this society, It will come up to meet you, I will listen to you, Glisten to you, And invite you toward light.
This I promise, This I promise. I’m not telling you what the truth, I’m just telling you what I believe. Because you’ll be there someday. You’ll be there somedays. In the darkest of dark, in grime and soot, with a bare mind and an empty foot …
