chaos, meet morning sun. a match i made
sunny trees come and meet me
it hasn’t been too long
neither too short
in fact just right
tightly wound bound not by time
but by mind
last day for #hannaleess record tracking in #crabstudio before california #comingsoon #hashtag
show tonight :: berlin :: bar bobu 21:oo :: müggelstr 9 :: yeehaw!
and he captures me unravel
always be following your dreams
smoothing lines in time for supper
i made a tea, talked to another
giving up whilst giving in
stranger times must have been…
chocolate cake, drunken music
kitchen shelves, lonely proving
that angels kissed the darkness
so the departed knew where they came from.
and just like this i’ve seen her ride
from the storm,
into his arms
from whats born
into his charm
that could hold her only for a moment.
humble holy hills of merry
took time to climb to the top
back, me ready to be caught
try not to hesitate when the appetite is sought.
i couldn’t resist mind matters
influencing fluency of ripe thoughts
awaiting intermittent behavioral soup
warm enough to comfort
strong enough to gratify
the darkest urge
which was always the densest meat,
i want to be vegetarian.
protection in a candle for the things i couldn’t handle
where i alone jumped ship to ditch the idea of a hitched sorrow
and its been mostly just in writing.
a map of the brain,
i’ve navigated without analyzing
to find meaning with out meaning to
at the edge of reason, what lies beneath?
at the edge of reason, where is my seat?
skin reformation, jungle deforestation
rebuild :: the gift of the destruction, the fire
as chaos touches me seductively.
when the inside becomes outside #collage
if you were a tree
you just might be,
growing tall but
if you were a bee
in and out exploring
and taking without any doubt
the sweetness in the harvest
attraction may draw
its beauty in your eyes
in hope, raw as honey.
frogs have a way of being something different
when they were born in the water
and then hop for instance
goosebumps may rise
as quickly as surprise
do your eyes tell you this?
donkey ears straight up like a mountain
stacks of things becoming like fountains
up and up, why goes high?
some things grow up
and others grow by.
giraffes you can tell
have a very special spell
where their necks reach things
that their hands can’t feel…
sometimes i think
i know just how to sink
to the places i cant touch
or places that weigh too much.
I’m pretty sure
that snowflakes didn’t mean
to make a blanket
when they were all alone
but when they fell down together
they painted the whole town
in white! How pure!
How quiet! I concur!
So i’m turning into a blue wish
rivers become oceans
sleep into motion
silence into sound
words into nouns
me oh my!
some things grow up
and others grow by.
out takes break open the intake
fluffy buffy shine
final appearance changing
into view on the stone floor
hand waves goodbye from a window.
she leaves in her red dress with a card.
whispers from the sink
glances at the brink
opening and closing
to see the color change of time.
one statement of exit.
as i type
the strands are tightly
woven in foil
as you can see I am fully alert and energized for my show tonight at bar bobu! 9pm. #hannaleess #berlin #hopeyoulikethepipesalittlerusty
sun rise on the sbahn
i started to imagine imagining. i was watching a crowd of people below, as i sat on a triangle wooden step. particularly two people on the floor, an older woman, hair grey, and with my own judgement surprised to find her here. another young man, dressed in orange and wearing sporty glasses, whose presence was equally as boyish, as it was rooted. both were separately moving their bodies, expressing, or externally internalizing, traveling so deeply inward in a very outward, public setting. there was a silence within the boom, space to learn, and take in by looking rather than coming up with something to say.
her chest moved tight. she convulsed her arms to shake it out, thawing each body part as she moved her way, waking up. he was loose, so in tune with his spark that every moment was a succession of the other and it took him a few minutes to realize that she had gone out of her way to bring him some water, waiting cautiously, or curiously for him to notice her care. i saw him take a sip, so honestly, and looked away.
two days ago i was on a train and i started to draw a picture of where i would like to be. that if i could see it, i could write it. rather than a subconscious attempt with coincidence. i was speaking with a friend just the other day of how i’d love to write a novel, or at least a long piece of literature, and i laughed it off saying i couldn’t possibly come up with enough to say on the same topic, or follow the same story when writing with a brain that fires like a loose cannon taking each breath as a new catalyst for perspective.
i started to imagine imagining. a wooded path became so bright as the alignment trickled through every spontaneous branch until the green rays of my own eye bursted. i felt the steps of spring closer than before as relief became acceptance.
this is a picture of an east german couch shop closed for sunday
morning walk through halle #towerofpower
always be getting a new do for your health
Sound check at the melkweg! My visual show comes alive tonight. 9pm #amsterdam #melkweg #hannaleess #tomosander
strange dreams :: of being trapped at a boarding school having to produce six conceptual galleries with a computer based software daily. I was ill, they knew, and it was my fault. people were pissing into the water supply.
there was a constant interplay and sometimes distortion of reality and creation, the kind you made with a paper and pen or color and sound and voices exchanging, into the program. and then there was what was happening around you. this difference often times became the catalyst of anxiety and restlessness.
i kept changing roles from being the student and the teacher. feeling young and wild, and old with too many responsibilities to carry depending upon the moment and its attributions. each time this wave passed I looked out a window to see the ocean and continued.
some grow up, others grow into
love getting inspiring quotes from the one and only Doug Leess, my fathah
webs of magnitude
caves pavedphase gravedhowling in a roomin the moonpulling tidesa current so strong and mightyit binded me insideby a voice so shrill and decidedand i, a seasonmaking soft snowflakes for my owncold bright nightwhen the sound of april counted
i should have told youbut you wouldn’t have listened because your lips were so thirsty that your eyes became blindand i am not tamed nor controlled eitherrunning like water around river rocks, thrashing against the ones with weighti actwhile some shield deflectsi can feelwith all the ways in which moods project color movies inside my mindreluctanceintuition stronger than rationalityfour teeth pulledi don’t know where i’m supposed to standor how to understandwe’re supposed to have a certain wayof proving oneselfof getting alongof finding the right loverof singing the right songoh rhyming has timing and i can certaintly attestthat all this is nonsensetomorrow will pressa new book for writing and all i will seeis a future with possible notationand a pragmatic methat mournfully knows love wouldn’t be worth a damn thingwithout any risk
one year ago i wrote this song to enter into the new year as a strong being accepting the pain and the happiness whichever may occur :: without shame, allowing grace to be the tying thread to all that may weave through, to become a blanket of memory as warm as it’s soft, as dark as it’s empty.
snow surprise (at Kunstraum Kreuzberg/Bethanien)
to meet has been
lack lust’s rust,
pieces from a rock
lock, the expression
two eyes, one look
of manual made
to fade, time
has the bind,of loss.
surprise tosses of a coin
which took a head
which looked ahead
instead of how now
to choose to blend
hunt, a need i certainly
happy holidays & solstice everybody!! love from a christmas hanna banana inside a dressing room of santa’s german elves!