My brother-in-law Johnnie is a hipster. I just had to put that in writing and on record, cuz…I just like to rib him about that kind of thing. Mostly, I am in awe of his “old-soul” wisdom, his kind-calmness, intelligence, and most of all…his crazy creative genius. I’m actually always telling him he’s a genius…yeah, he is.
So…part of his “CG” are the words he strings together like a “poet-and-hopeless-romantic-meets-dark-wannabe-stuck-inside-the-mind-of-a-nerd” (hence, the title: hipster). He certainly writes from a very “straight-guy” perspective, and then, also from an “ease of being” place…a place where he can quietly observe the world in confidence and wonder, then translate his interpretation of his world through music and lyrics that often take a dark spin and passionate tumble, all at the same time. It’s quite intriguing and I’m so freaking proud. I’d like to write with him one day, but I’ll keep that on the q.t. for now. Here…just check out these words…
Gift Horse In the Mouth
like a man, i love
like a child, i need
like a rabbit, i’m prey to the wolves that i feed
but, like the me that you gave your unconditionality –
i need, because i love, and not love because i need.
when she left, she took the conditions (ha!) and left the unconditional
(which i still feel, with all my naivety)
and i’ve gathered my sins for a makeshift confessional,
just to yell all my sins back at god
but when the scents that she left in the creases of my sheets slip out as i bundle up,
remember why i keep up hope
did you love her as she leaned into the wind?
did you love her as she dangled from the edge?
i’m just not ready dear,
so put away your machete, dear,
and let’s call it a day to forget.
Yup. A gifted horse in the mouth I have looked at…mostly through ichat. Oh, btw-that was me, Skaie…hee, why!?!. Damn it, I can’t stop rhyming! I guess it’s just my timing.