Friday, November 29, 2013

Shane Koyczan: Remember How We Forgot



Remember how we forgot?
Remember how no one ever really died in the wars we fought?
Because each gunshot came from our finger tips
And we never really kept them loaded just in case
Because each enemy was a friend and none of it was about oil, religion, or land
It was all just pretend
Remember how we used to bend reality 
Like we were circus strong men
Like our imaginations were in shape then
Like we were all ninjas trained in the deadly art of "did not". 
Like "I totally got you"
"Did not"
Remember how we forgot?
Remember how our parents told us never to look directly into the sun
And how we were their suns [pun on "sons"]
And so we never looked directly into the mirror, in fear that we would go blind
Remember how we used to find any old reason just to call someone we were crushing on
Like we would just pawn off our sense of embarrassment
Buy a chunk of courage that would last just long enough to have us asking them about math and stuff
And how stuff was just stuff
Like I heard you were getting braces, and how braces somehow were and still are kinda hot
Remember how we forgot?
Remember how we all caught mono and out folks would go, "oh the kissing disease"
And our first steps into gangstahood had us saying “mother please.”
Even though we’ve never really kissed anyone
Even though we never did half the things we said we’d done
We just spun yarn like Rumpelstiltskin spun gold.
We told ghost stories never realizing we would one day ourselves become ghosts
Haunting the hallways of schools
Poltergeist, breaking all the rules of silence in the library
But we had no chains to rattle
No voice to battle the fact that we had no vocal chords 
We had only finger nails on chalk boards
We had to scream, shout, and yell trying to tell ourselves what experience can teach is what no teacher taught
Remember how we forgot?
Once upon a time, we were young.
Our dreams hung like apples 
Waiting to be picked and peeled
And hope was something that needed to be reeled-in
So we can fill the always empty big fish bin with the one that got away
And proudly say that "this time, impossible is not an option"
Because success is so akin to effort and opportunity that it could be related
So we took chances 
We figureskated on thin ice
Belief that each slice of live was served with something sweet on the side
And failure was never nearly as important as the fact that we tried
That in the war against frailty and limitation 
We supplied the determination it takes to make ideas and goals the parents of possibility
And we believe ourselves to be members of this family
Not just one branch on one tree 
But a forest whose roots make up a dynasty
So when I call you sis or bro
It’s not lightly
And when I ask you to remember
It’s because the future isn't what it used to be.
So remember now 
Pay tribute to every sacrifice laid upon the altar of somehow
For all the times
Somehow we overcame
Somehow we pushed on
Somehow we’ve gone the distance
And in going there we’ve possessed the freedom to map the uncharted lands of any and everywhere
We are unbound
Six feet above the underground where we will all one day rest
So until then 
Test the limits 
Test the boundaries and borders 
Of the headquarters of potential lay just beyond the world's edge
Let the belief that hope belongs to us all 
Be the pledge you take to make the unachievable as inconceivable as the false fact that we were never here
We were here
And our memories are as dear to us as every slow motion moment or held breath
So remember every instance before death
Every first kiss, first dance, near miss, last chance, yes, no, maybe so 
Let us go the distance once more
Let us remember all the moments that were and were not
Like the point is something we can get and what we can get is what we got
Because all we have is the time between the moments we connect each dot so
Live and remember
Burn like an ember capable of starting fires
Like each moment inspires the next 
Like memories are the context we put ourselves in
So that life becomes the next of kin we need to notify in case of a big bang or extinction level event
Let now be our advent
Let us live like we meant it
Let us burn like we mean it
Because this world doesn't give a shit if we end in a train wreck or a car crash
If our story ends with a dot or dash 
If we were dust or ash
Because all we were is all we’ll be
And all we are is the in-between of so far, so good
So forget every would, could, or should not
Forget remembering how we forgot
Live like a plot twist exist now and in memory
Because we burn bright
Our lights leave scars on the sun
Let no one say we'll be undone by time's passing
The memories we are amassing will stand as testament
That somehow we bend minds around the concept
that we see others within ourselves. 
That self-knowledge can be found on bookshelves
So who we are has no bearing on how we appear
Look directly into every mirror 
Realize our reflection is the first sentence to a story
And our story starts:
"We were here."

Sunday, November 17, 2013

Excerpts from the Romantique's diary

Like an artist who dreamt one day
Of nature's miraculous creations to say
And as he dipped his fingers in paint virgin and pure
Carved the secret ecstasy of his dream inherent in it's lure
And he thus opened his eyes when the painting was done
His love was brilliant as nascent rays of innocent morning sun...

Wish I were the artist who'll be
The one whose eyes are closed to see
A smile, those lips, eyes which look at me
Shall I trace her lips, embrace her cheek
Which end is this love that I so humbly seek
An embrace, a hug, a kiss shall I keep
And closing my eyes, now I fall in love softly and deep...

How do you take care of her, when you know your touch could disrupt the softness of her skin, the purity of her existence. Yet a powerful desire makes every muscle in your body force you intensely towards enveloping her inside your warmth, in the entirety of her completeness.

A look at you, and he shall feel that way. A gentle touch in the softness of those lips, ecstasy in those eyes, a smile which he shall carve, hair which flow down as waves on endless skies, and as your scent conquers an existence which was his once upon a time, he'd hold your hand and pull you close, gently embracing the soft skin by your neck, a little too close, the muscles of his arms strong in unison around your waist and you'd close your eyes in magical ecstasy as he would now flow through you, and be but one...

With darkness around, under the majestic moon we stand. An intimacy so intense, we bathe in the softness of it's moonlight, and as I look at you, I see that beautiful curve by your face shine, a curve that travels down by your neck to those beautiful slim fingers entwined between mine. In the silent darkness of death, this mesmerizing love does stand glowing alive...

It's something to love her catastrophically - as a man hopelessly loves the wind as he drowns deep into the ocean. An inevitable oblivion of simple pleasure, a day to return to dust, when sun shall swallow all beauty of this earth, this rhyme and it's love shall stay alive forever and even more...

Watch the garden flowers as you walk by a sunset's sun to die. You might see me with my sketchbook, smiling at you, as I hold you and to the skies shall we fly...