Iced Ground White

If rain is God’s tears,
Then what is snow?

They say that
Each one of us is unique,
Like a flake of snow
Falling from the sky.
No two are alike
And every one is beautiful
In their very own way.

And then, as we die,
One by one,
We dissolve into the earth
And the process begins again.

But within a year,
Everyone has forgotten
About the snow.

A Plan For Poetry

Something I did to myself many years ago — eleven to be exact — was force myself to write one poem every week. Observational, sometimes absurd, I wrote one per week for an entire year.

So here I am again, with a new blog, a new year, and a new pair of knickers… And what better way to ring in the roaring twenties than with anther year of running out of ideas for poems?

I’ll be posting one new poem per week, unless of course I forget, in which case the following poem will be about how I forgot… I expect it to be an entertaining and occasionally arduous experience for us all.

Amidst all the newly penned thoughts and observations, I will be re-posting all of the older poems I wrote way back when, simply for the sake of moving them to this new blog, and away from the old one, which is relatively inaccessible by now.

So here’s to a lot of absurdity, and I apologize in advance for some of the things I’m likely to write.

Nothing

At long last, I’ve finished my second album.

Okay, maybe a little background information is in order… or not, but I’ll provide it anyways.

About twenty years ago, amidst a bunch of emo, depressing poetry, I wrote lyrics for what I hoped would eventually form its way into a concept album. I had immersed my interests into social psychology, and wrote a narrative story from the perspective of someone getting dumped. Mind you, nothing similar had yet to happen to me, but I placed myself into the mindset and wrote.

I wanted to capture the different stages and phases of mental and emotional states that followed a breakup, from denial and bargaining, through to anger and blame, eventually resulting in acceptance and moving on — although still not fully being “over it.”

Over the next decade or so, I tried to get started giving life to the music in my head that went with each song, but people were busy, moved (including myself), or things just never really got off the ground, so to speak. Eventually, a decade ago, I started messing with synth and digital loop editors, and soundfonts, etc. etc. I created a three-track EP of instrumental music for my own amusement, and at the time to work through my own emotional state after a breakup that was far too similar to the story I had previously written.

Then, about six years ago, I began work on making a full album “just to see if I could.” I made some music, taking poems I had written when younger, and pieced them together into an album called “A Long Night” that was released five years ago. That album had a loose structure concept of vulnerability and the fear that comes with. I call that album a “beta” to this new album. I made it simply to make sure I knew what would be needed to craft this thing that had been festering in my mind for fifteen years.

With that thrown together, I then spent much of the past five years meticulously putting together something that I knew had to be exactly how I heard it in my head. No cutting corners, no good-enoughs; I needed it to translate straight from my mind into audible form… Although, I did set an expectation that some things just wouldn’t work and would end up on the cutting room floor. In the end, I only cut out four tracks and changed two to instrumentals of some sort. Everything else turned out quite accurate, even if relatively unconventional at times.

In all, these two albums and one EP have given me a greater sense to having my own “sound” that feels cohesive to me as being ME. While still exposing who many of my personal influences are in both sound and style, I feel very secure in the sound of my musical pseudonym, Annoyansome.

So, now, without any further rambling… Here’s one of my biggest personal accomplishments:

And just to be complete, with SoundCloud since they don’t have ads:

Changes

Every so often, I come to a turning point, as we all do, and I start to change everything around me. My life has always seemed to go in shifts of seven years or thereabouts, but I think I’m breaking that pattern now. Where am I at, four?

Several years ago, my life changed. It changed fundamentally in ways I don’t even bother trying to explain to most, so let’s just stick to it being one of the more “out with the old, in with the new” forms of changes a person could face. My life and personal history before then wasn’t entirely gone, but I essentially had to re-learn everything about myself. This also led to becoming brutally aware of who I no longer was.

Sure, we all have life changes, and we’re not all the “same person we used to be” and so on and so forth, but that’s just natural progression of life.

This was different. This was the fundamental core of my brain being changed through injury. Loss of memories, self, awareness, and all scores of internal and executive function created an entirely different person, while still somehow keeping myself the same. Enough that I’ve been told both that I’m “still the same old” me, as well as that I’m “not the same person” that people knew.

One of the benefits of having minimal to no emotional connection to your own past up to a certain point is that I am not inherently bothered by most things that have gone from my life. Sure, the awareness that certain people, memories, feelings, and parts of my own self are no longer around sometimes weighs me down, just in thinking about it… but I don’t exactly feel anything personal towards it all.

That was all a part of someone else’s life, not mine.

So around four years ago, I made the decision to change everything yet again, because everything changed for me. I didn’t have control over my situation or condition, so the control I took was in deciding to let go of everything I could that didn’t simply come with me. I began to actively construct my life around where I wanted to go, not where the previous iteration of me had been.

I feel like I am at another one of those turning points this year, where I cut the chaff from the wheat, trim off the fat, and all those other similar metaphors and cliches we all use. Nothing quite as major as four years ago, but enough that my actions feel like they have some internal sense of purpose.

And to think this was initially going to be a post about how I moved my blog.