This is a piece I wrote some time back..back in the day of about oh, 2001/02... I have been going through some of my old journals and "making them come to life"-- hopefully those who read will gain something.. or not :)
The crickets persevere vociferously through the night,
Does anyone hear us or know our beauty?
We saturate the night with music...
Music to entertain, to distract, simply to be.
Our humble conversation is the talk of many,
Some people anyway, take notice of our song.
We are so faithfully present to so many homes across the world-
Our numbers ever-increasing without boast.
Dead ears breed disgust among the music-makers.
How can so many grow in repulsive ignorance?
Apathy spreads like wildflowers infecting the good soil..
Why do the buzz of cell phones, the senseless chatter of the mouth, carousels and candy canes--
conflict with the natural flow of human existence?
Why, oh why, can we not revel in being still, and hearing nature's song?
A faithful listener appreciates nature's song from a lit room..
It pleases the ear and enlightens her soul.
Frustration abounds with the passing of loud, "pimped out" vehicles,
"red-neck sensation beasts,"
Oh, the ignorant people..
Quiet dignity proceeds, the pleas of the crickets
And humanity's defiance.
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Chirp-chirp. Chirp-chirp. I do love crickets. I haven't heard them in too long.
my inspiration was a party I was at the other night mixed with what happened to me last valentines day. almost all of my writing comes off as scattered because thats how my brain works. I'm glad you liked it.
Yay! Crickets!
So that chirping is their mating call, right? Which is kind of what "pimped out" vehicles are... So really, it all comes down to the same thing...
Except I'd way rather listen to the cricket mating calls than human ones.
Yeah, cricket mating calls are way more attractive than pimped out cars. Why did we ever stop chirping? WHY?
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