Snippets
By Jonathan Berman

 

January 30, 2015

 

[1:03a]

 

Don't give up and go down, climb a mountain and look around.

 

[1:25a]

 

Passion is the spark, but without action there is no fire, and the people long for warmth in a world that is so cold.

 

[2:16a]

 

Building character is not easy. It takes sacrifice, and faith for what is silent, in the midst of the cacophony.

 

January 29, 2015

 

[11:00a]

 

Most of us walk this earth at a great distance from one another. We are stars whose light will not be seen until long after we are gone.

 

January 19, 2015

 

[10:59p]

 

We all need new music
We all need old music
We all need a flow
We all need a flower
We all need to grow without thinking on the hour
In our tower collapse and form
Crash and burn
Fertilizer child birthing the flower for the smile to come
after we're gone
after we're gone
after the song
after the dawn

 

January 18, 2015

 

[12:12p]

 

Notifications zero, phone calls and personal emails none. I've thrown stones for years into the water, seen them drop out of sight and be gone.

 

Where are the ripples I was promised? The story goes "we are one." But for all the flowers cultivated in my garden, I am always the moon when wanting for sun.

 

January 16, 2015

 

[6:24a]

 

I think the only way I'll make money from my music is to fake my own death, and leave everything to a friend who is in on it with me who can get me the money I make... people only love the talented when they're dead, they love the few exploitably marketed few while they are alive, and it's only illegal because it probably would work. And while some would say you have to never talk about it first, it's even cooler if you do, then it's like whoa he hinted at it years ago, maybe it really is true!? And then I'll become a cult status figure who no one's ever sure is really gone. And then my writings will be scrutinized for depth they did or did not ever contain, and I'll be a myth, and then people won't believe I ever truly existed at all... so I tell you all right now, there will never be a good reason to kill in my name, killing is wrong, to any living being, even yourself, unless you're like me and fake your own death... but now I've said too much! Oh *NOW* you've said too much! Shhh, and now back to our regularly scheduled Facebook posts...

 

January 15, 2015

 

[7:45p]

 

When I point to the moon, you ask what compels me so?
I say verily, it is the undying love for the rose that the moon rises low.
And the sun but a pale, cold shadow to my heart
Fades into the night with knowing, what the day supposes in part
And we only glimpse in a start.

 

[8:35p]

 

I only speak the truth, not convenience.
That being said, I can be moved to compromise at times...
But that door requires a key,
and there are many doors with many keys
to the mansion of me.

 

January 13, 2015

 

[7:45p]

 

On the day that you were born we saw two suns... the bright warm one, and the one in the sky.

 

January 11, 2015

 

[12:25a]

 

A moment not wasted speaking

is a moment in contemplation

We are telescopes focused by attention

Upon truth, ever present.

 

January 5, 2015

 

[11:31a]

 

And if I lose my mind, before I get too old

I'll have learned to find, the warmth within the cold.

 

January 3, 2015

 

[3:13p]

 

I started hearing in a way that scared me, it was so unfamiliar... and then I realized I was listening without judgment.

 

January 2, 2015

 

[9:09a]

 

There'll be days of ruin, I know
Wherever storms are brewin' I'll go 
When you can't tell the night from the day,
Remember the sunsets that have melted away

 

[10:20a/p]

 

Play it so softly, that it's all you hear.