Evaporating Anger

  I took a walk through the city center one night after a long fight. It was about something dumb, like the dishes or who had fed the bird last; but it had ended in shouting. The kind of shouting that becomes blinding, that fills up the air with a red haze of anger and you just lose sight of anything resembling reason. And so I was walking through the early summer evening air. Trying to let the anger evaporate. I was doing my best to think of the many reasons I still loved her. Trying to think of the glue that held us warmly together, but with each warm thought of love the anger would rise up from the depths and swallow the love. The more I tried to love, the more I just felt overwhelmed with bitter anger.

   This went on for several blocks until I heard a voice mournfully singing. I looked to find a man with thinning hair perched atop a stoop with an accordion. I stopped to listen.  This is what he sang:

                                         Take me....
                                              Take me...
                                       Take me back to the land
                                           that tore the iron curtain down

                                          Take me back to
                                              The salty air
                                                 and colorful houses

                                         Take me...
                                              Take me...
                                       Take me back
                                                  to Gdánsk

                                         Take me back to Gdánsk
                                    Sometimes Danzig
                                           but my darling city
                                             will always be only
                                                 Gdánsk for me

                                        Take me...
                                               Take me...
                                       back to Gdánsk
                                            my one true love

  I felt tears at the corners of my eyes. I slipped the few dollars from my pocket into his accordion case. He smiled and just shook his head sadly, as if to say this was a heartbreak that a plane ticket could never mend.

   The stars had begun to blot the blue out of the sky. I walked on, finding that the old man's song had blotted the anger out of my heart. I was left with only longing and love.

It's Veteran's Day

Few things to cover. A) that weird week of summer weather is gone, it is now freezing and almost to wintery standards. B) Sorry if you feel there haven't been enough posts lately, I tried to do enough for October, so I may have burnt myself out in ideas and plus I don't have much time since its the last couple weeks of the quarter. In fact I am taking time out that I really should be working on my paper to write this, so be thankful I guess. C) My school seems to be cool enough to have given us off for Veteran's Day so I thought I would do a little something in honor of the holiday. People of the world, perhaps take a moment today and think about all the brave men and women around the world and at home that have made a difference in wars, conflicts, and in general. Think for a second if the world had a little more love and a little less hate. It just might be a better world. Now this idea came to me when I was half asleep last night, and so if its not cool...well frankly I don't care. Ladies and Gentleman, I believe in a Thing called Love. (This might be one of the only times you will see metal on my site)

The Darkness
I Believe in a Thing Called Love