Screaming because you have no air to breathe,
As counterproductive as it seems,
Is sometimes the most satisfying thing to do;
Because you may have actually been heard.
When you begin to speak or act out of character,
Differently than how people “know” you to be,
Is it only peer pressure or is it blindness?
Is it really different, or is it something no one ever looked for?
Paid attention to?
Hugging strangers after long conversations of family,
Punching strangers after no exchange beyond eye contact was made;
Community or a lack thereof can result in many things.
Some of which,
If not most of which,
May never be understood.
Whether punch drunk or similarly hearted,
Brought together through pain or joy;
Even in our finest moment as a lone ranger
we typically need someone,
We’ll mistake it for needing someThing.
We don’t need more things,
More material to take up living space that is nonexistent
because you don’t receive life from being surrounded by inanimate objects!
Life is something lived, shared, spent, sometimes divided, often sacrificed,
The list can go on;
But the point here and now,
Is that we need one another.
As the self proclaimed lone wolf,
I admit it,
The “game” is over.
But I know I didn’t lose,
Because by realizing I need others;
I’m starting to realize who I am too.
Those last few lines aren’t just content, that’s my way of admitting my own stubbornness. I think of my dare I say “brother in arms” Robb Flynn of Machine Head as he introduced the song below which speaks of the at times God-sized hold we all as humans seem to have or least feel as though we have at some point in our lives; that he tells of offering “salvation”. While I believe that salvation as it’s defined – a source or means of being saved from harm, ruin, or loss- can only really be found in God, the “savior” talked about in the above song(Music) is definitely something that has & probably always be significant to me. It was an honor to chant out riff of Darkness Within among all the other fans attending an Evening with Machine Head last night, but it didn’t feel like that until I saw Robb smile the way he did as we all went about clapping and chanting out the riff for about the fifth time in a row. I don’t imagine Robb would have ever predicted that moment some 24 years ago as he started Machine Head, let alone 30 years ago as he started playing with the guys in Forbidden Evil(more widely known as Forbidden), but I am grateful to have been present to physically try & embody gratitude as a community unto Robb & really all of Machine Head. To sum it up, again, we need one another. It doesn’t matter if you’re 2, 22, 47, or 113- we need each other.