Poem ofastruggle / by Annabeth McNamara

I captured this image of my lovelisome band-mates last weekend sitting down by the river. They are the creators of @FrolicChocolate.

I captured this image of my lovelisome band-mates last weekend sitting down by the river. They are the creators of @FrolicChocolate.

i don't want to pollute anymore.
i don't want to hurt my mother in the name of profits.
i want to live in harmony with the earth.
and make beautiful music.
and feel sustained and abundant.
and happy and connected.

i want it all-- the lights, the laughter, the glamor onstage.
the crisp audio files and high-end tours.
the adoring fans and the heightened performance.
raising the vibes. getting everyone high.
on emotion. the collective feels.

i want to write the perfect song.
the one that will reach out and stop your heart--
then start it again.

i want to garden out the wazoo
and eat the freshest most perfect gifts of the sun and rain.

yet there is no better feeling than rockin' with my musical friends
with an audience as witness
and then selling a CD        !!

--- money, in exchange for the gift that was given two ways--
to you and to me, simultaneously.
you see, these songs, they fill me as they fill you.
like a simple cup, i become full up of the sound waves
which then cascade over the edges of my limited self.
And you can drink here too, satisfy some invisible
unnameable thirst.

I can be who I am here.
I can expand in every direction
through the sonic waves.

I rise to fill the room
and trust the songs
will keep traveling out into space
forever and ever.

My musical accomplice, Miss Renee of @FrolicChocolate faux-modeling @NellieRose raw silk frocks at ArtSpring in West Virginia.

My musical accomplice, Miss Renee of @FrolicChocolate faux-modeling @NellieRose raw silk frocks at ArtSpring in West Virginia.