I Could Not Stay

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It seems for me lately, that every day is a new beginning. That’s how quickly things are changing in my life, and how often I feel I’m letting go of one idea to make room for new ones. I’m looking everywhere for answers I haven’t heard yet to questions I’ve always been asking. I’m constantly allowing new perspectives into my far-too-open mind. I didn’t just open the door, I tore it off its hinges. You might not see it from the outside, but inside my head, there are loose screws everywhere; puzzle pieces thrown about, reshaping themselves, and choosing at random what other pieces to attach to; blue-prints bleeding ink and forgetting what instructions they were supposed to be telling me to follow. I probably won’t stand to be like this forever. But right now, I embrace it. Because I asked for it. I said I wanted to know the whole truth.

This is also the mind-set I was in when I traveled to Seattle in early May. While I could not stay, I kept the feeling of new that I felt while there, and in order take a better look at where I had already been living, took that feeling back home with me. Turns out there was just enough room in my suitcase, and there was more than enough room in the body of my guitar.

Here’s a song I wrote while staying in Ballard with my good friend, Brian. He is also the creator of this website, and I want to thank him for inviting me to be a contributor. Cheers to him and to everyone else who is or will be involved as well.

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“Ballad for Ballard”

Are you welcome?
Are you thankful?
It’s a start
It works like any game

Pick your pieces
Spin your numbers
Win or lose
You’re playing just the same

Find your reason
Sink your teeth in
Make your mark
Remind me why you came

More of what you’ve got
That’s all there is to gain

Was that you in my dreams?
Making roads out of walls?
Was that you making scenes?
Making flights out of falls?

Making flights out of falls

Keep it simple
Keep it sacred
Shed your prudence
Don’t abstain from me

Strip me down
Until I’m nothing
What you will not show
You cannot be

Find your reason
Sink your teeth in
Make your mark
Remind me why you came

More of what you’ve got
That’s all there is to gain

Was that you in my dreams?
Making songs out of breath?
Was that you making scenes?
Making life out of death?

Making life out of death

Find your reason
Sink your teeth in
Make your mark
Remind me why you came

More of what you’ve got
That’s all there is to gain

-William Bloom

we are all haunted houses
somewhere for our ghosts to hide

judas

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if judas drank the wine

will he see you a second time?

he traded thirty pieces

for your very life

 

if i drink the wine

will i see you a second time?

i’ve traded you for so much less

pedestal

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you stand upon a pedestal that was
built so high i cannot see the tracks
of shattered crystal scattered
beneath your heels

damn this intention and craftsmanship that
i cannot pull you back to gravity’s reach
without casualty, without parting
with your perfection

you’re nothing compared to what
we built you up to be
and somehow still so much more
than you ever should have been