Friday, October 29, 2010

WAKING UP




Start the day
Life is colorful

Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.

Bring her home.


...
Lost in my bed 
In my sheets 
Under them within them 
Lost in my head
In my sheets 
Without her, missing her
Lost 
Lost 
I don't know when to say yes
When to say no
When to say I love you 
When to let her go 
Should I answer every question
With a smile hiding glow 
Should I fly across the globe 
To show her that I know
Or should I lay here on this pillow
With a lost frustration
Wondering why I even swallow 
This confusing conversation 
What will be learned 
Or found 
Who will be told
Of the sounds 
Tonight
Tonight
I don't like to fight see 
And neither does she 
So we tip toe around 
The first round 
Waiting for the bell  
That'll send her away
For to find her way 
Back
Back
Her back towards me
A beautiful silhouette
I will never forget 
No matter how the story ends
Or re-begins
This is the origin
Of magical 
The fantastical 
A month long sobatical 
To find true 
Love 
Love
Don't let it pass by
I'll be waiting Patiently
Eyes on the sky  
Pensively searching  
Dove
Dove 

Bring her home.

Self Portrait by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Studying





Yesterday found tomorrow wandering
So we all got bored, the three of us
We needed our good friend happiness
It just wasn't a full table without him

Always better with four
So we opened up the Gate
To let the night's storm in
But he couldn't speak within

His language had never been the same
So yesterday suggested books of words
And tomorrow said that had been done
I knew we would never settle on a plan

So I ran to the river sans all
Leaving behind yesterday's call
Tomorrows narrow angry stare
And the fill of nights lonely storm

I leaped over next time
And climbed through loss
I flew next to ambition
High-fived opportunity cost

I danced past shoulda coulda woulda
And played shuffle board with loud
I straightened rising suns argyle tie
Said goodbye to last nights cloud

And when I found the water
I poured tea for my friend smile
We said good day to right now
And saved a seat for after awhile

Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010

Fingerprint



*Hey, yo man. Pass me that rock.
•These my rocks, fool.
*They belong to the earth.
•That's your opinion.
*Either way.

Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.

Sunday, October 24, 2010

Heinz



Hidey hidey
The condiments
Drinky drinky
The water
Burn burn the flame
And there is nothing morbid
Or lame...

So she and he drank the same
As they came to the raunt of rest
Well, the waiter they gave a test
They said "Water, sans ice."
And it didn't suffice
When it came to them
Floating and cold
But the man was old
(He was just getting older)
So they hand held their ice
Looked around twice
And tossed it over the shoulder

Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.

Saturday, October 23, 2010

The Road (where my dreams sometimes take me)



I want to go
To fly
To
Progress
I want to
Go

I want to go
With her

I want to let go of everything but her hand

There is so little time
And so much
Love
So much to see
To
Experience

I want to go

Airplanes
Cars
Scooters
Bikes

I want to take trains
And buses
And
Boats

I want to let go of everything
But her hand

There's a hill somewhere
To climb
There's a river I'm sure
To swim
And there's a road we've yet
To travel

I want to go
Somewhere
Anywhere
With her

I want to let go of everything
But her
hand

I want to let go of
Everything
But her

(this entry was eventually inspired a film. Here is the link: http://vimeo.com/16930328 )

Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.

Friday, October 22, 2010

La Bamba


That Which Turns Eyes Red  
Causes The Stomach Growl 

Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.

Thursday, October 21, 2010

The Owl in the bush...




There was her and there was him and we followed somewhere in between.  But that's all history. What now? Where will we go from here? When the seasons change and the leaves fall and the snow sparkles and the grass grows and the waves crash. Where will we go?  Who will we walk with? Who will sweep the path? Who will go first? Who will straggle? Who will climb the walls? Who will smile? Who has the answers? Who? Who? Who?

Hoo. Hoo. Hoo.

Maybe the owl has always been asking the right question?

Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

The sky and the grass



I remember when the sky and the grass shared a smell. When the room had no walls and time didn't exist. I remember soccer practice carpools and pizza soda Friday night sleepovers. The waves on the sand as I slept. The stars above the sea.  I remember the friendships that I had before life got in the way. I remember a time when money was only used for gumball machines and concession stands. Before my parents had incomes and mortgages. Before my friends parents needed help. Before my friends had drug problems. Before car accidents took teenagers. Before alcoholism took personalities. Before my college education compartmentalized me.  Before everything gained weight.  Never to float free again... I remember a field. And the clouds. And I remember when the sky and the grass shared a smell.

Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.

Monday, October 18, 2010

not our street (and that's okay)




The wind and the sky relaxed
As we found our backs on the grass
Folding it down for the winter to come
Numb to the crunch of the leaves
Acknowledging the breeze
And thanking the trees
For a lovely afternoon

With youth on our side
We tried
To make words in the road
But the cars rode
And none of them knowed
What they were doing
When they were pursuing
Their respective destinations

Shooting through words of love
Like chocolateless doves
They stayed us busy
By Constricting our productivity
Which could make nerves pop
But im glad they didn't stop
Or turn back
Cuz Hesitations
Or negotiated migrations
Would have kept us from our goal

Because the passing of them by
Causing leaves to fly
Turned out to be the soul
Of the moment
So we grabbed it
We worked with it
We believed it
We rolled
We laughed
We smiled
We rolled we laughed we smiled
We rolled laughed smiled
Rolled laughed smiled
Roll laugh smile
Roll laugh smile
Roll laugh smile
Repeat
Repeat
Repeat

And then we left
Never having read a street sign

Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.

Friday, October 15, 2010

Our Barcelona Lady...



Our Barcelona Lady...

She's a mover and a shaker
A "good time" insighter
And a Shakira song requester

She's a scientific thinker
A smiling debator
And occasional cervesa drinker

She keeps up with the trends
And always brings together friends
Cuz she's a Latin motivator

Her Favorite nights are the late ones
Favorite food: the homemade ones
And her favorite times
Are the true ones

She's an honest heart
And my favorite part:
She truly cares...

She listens when you talk
She dances while she walks
And she always brings herself

She hails from Barcelona
And she'll call you a cabrona
Cuz she's European Proud

She learns all the English slang
To keep up with the gang
Cuz she's always above Par

She's a light
She's a gem
She's our bizarre star from afar

She's Mar

Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Mararise



Before the dust rustled there was a silence that shook even the nerves of the great. And so no one broke away and everyone was free. There was a purity in the sea of the sky and a relevance to life. This all happened the other day so fear not tomorrow.

Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

PLAY KID PLAY




Play kid play

This is your chance
Let it all go
Smile towards the sky
And ignore the word no

Fly thru the leaves
Swim thru the sand
Dance on a bench
Roll the rain in your hand

Play kid play

Do what you do
Be you near and far
Invent yourself a friend
Forget you where you are

Happy is your presence
The beauty that is nature
We neglect the past
As you promise us a future

Play kid play

For none of us can see
What live you every moment
Jealous are our souls
Wheth-or not we know it

We your mere protectors
Our time for you we'll give
Keeping you alive
As you teach us how to live

Play kid play

You have all life's answers
As we have little few
Everything you'll need
Lives just inside of you

So ignore you all's been said
And what later they will say
Just promise that you'll run
And roll and laugh and play

Just say please that you'll play
And play and play...

And play

Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

Crinkle Toes


Crinkle crinkle crack crack
My feet end at my toes
Strategically there to guide my day
And shiver when it snows
Which it won't cuz
This is Fall
Top four of all
The seasons, as it goes

I think that now
I'll find somehow
A leaf to lead me home
Or many which
Will fill a ditch
For me to roll and roam

So thankyou leaves
For falling here
Upon my path today

And thankyou toes
For knowing when
It's time to let me stray

Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.

Couches on Devon



Everything is upside down in an alley
On a crack and semi-dingbatty

Perturbed. disturbed.
And lost in space
Misplaced to the promises
Of family tv dinners and Tupperware house parties.

All things are eventually thrown into the cold air through the vents of our brick walls
Givin' up to the rats as homes

Nothing is special
For example:
Plastic was a great innovation in the productivity of "things"
But it's still just an object

Let's just leave the objects where they belong; upside down in an alley. in the cold. For the rats.

Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.

They Walked




And so they walked from dark to light
Lovers, dancers, dreamers
Figures in the night

While no one thought or counted time
They listened to their steps
They moved and spoke
In sensory dialogue
Unmasked
Unfiltered
Understanding

They walked

Into the night,
They walked

Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.

Friday, October 8, 2010

My new room

Dark on a week day
Night
Time to speak little
Light

And everything is feathery
As nothing lacks luxury
As far as is concerning
Yearning for the pillow
And it's there

So many thankyous
So many who knews
And not enough preludes
To tonights sleep

Deep it will be
Under covers find me
Dreaming
Transforming, running, screaming
But mostly fighting
Tornadoes.

There is a little boy
who taught me not to be scared
That I can hide
Under the pillow
Safe from th thrill
Of true imagination

That's the good stuff
The running
The hiding
The screaming
That's where the filters fall
And the night becomes something other than just another night
The dream becomes something other
Than just another dream

The blankets are walls
The pillows mountains
And the lamp is my firelight

Dance, flame
Keep me warm
It's me and you tonight
 
Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.

Monday, October 4, 2010