Every servant is masterEvery servant is master
Every child is a man
On his way to something always leaving someone always coming home and leaving
Returning to a house that is no longer in a city that is now lonely
Widows in old building broken’ the stone walls still barely standing
Some of the walls have fallen and grass grows on the ground with a few weeds in between and every where cigarette butts an old candy wrappers
Empty plastic cups and plastic Pepsi bottles
On the corner underneath the bus bench where the people are all waiting for the next one to arrive as I type on my computer and record the ever flowing and do not want it to stop always improvising an playing with my trumpet all the notes I feel all the sadness and the pains blowing them all out as I try to resist the stuffed up nose and the sore throat take vitamin C gargle with saltwater and the everyday is flowing
On a plane to India Germany and Atlanta Georgia stops at New Zealand and Japan London Tokyo and queens town, Melbourne in Brighton and Pakistan
And the world is blowing up ever so slowly things are erupting everywhere and we try to patch it up and rise above our sorrow and search for solutions and not just watch out for number one and consider other souls along the journey or is it is a road or just an improvisation an experiment in madness a sound where the silence is screaming to take back control of all the noise and the confusion and I lose my breath and need relief and a way to make a dollar or get a meal on the run as I frantically make plans that I cancel on the way to a place that is never an arrival but just a place to regroup and figure out where I am going or if I am creating it all like a game that I am playing is it just the ever disappearing
The self that is illusion nothing trying be something
Is it all smoke and mirrors and why cant it last forever what kind of creator would give such limitation and not enough time or space to work it all out or is there only forever and all that passes is not really passing but just hiding somewhere else trying to pretend its over and why do resent and then forgive be jealous and forgiving. Why do we want to make love to and conquer every beautiful sexy girl why is it so exciting why is sex such an addiction such a religion?
Every servant is master
Every child is a man
On his way to something always leaving someone always coming home and leaving
Returning to a house that is no longer there.
Stephen John Kalinich
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