Circuitous Routes to Specious Truths
       
     
No Sense in Collecting Clarity
       
     
No Sense in Collecting Clarity Verse #2
       
     
Privilege to Teeter.
       
     
Another Mourning Intact
       
     
Taught to pretend.
       
     
Wake Stories to Shame the Living.
       
     
Carrying you around whether I want to or not.
       
     
Return for Deposit Twice Anum
       
     
Whereas You Slip in the Images I Cannot.
       
     
Lyric from Grouping Unfamiliar.
       
     
Pending Dooms Create Inflection Points All Their Own.
       
     
for Circuitous Routes to Specious Truths
       
     
Grading Love on a Curve.
       
     
More for Grading Love on a Curve.
       
     
Easement as a Fist.
       
     
Can You Die Listening for a Wish?
       
     
No Innocent.
       
     
Gone Looking.
       
     
Solve Every Problem w/ Just One Answer.
       
     
Pitching Forward on the Placemat of Life.
       
     
from: It Won't Get Greater than Us.
       
     
From: Slow Down to Get it Better.
       
     
Episode IV
       
     
inflight magazine.
       
     
My Wake No Matter How Hard I Tried.
       
     
My Wake No Matter How Hard I've Tried – Revision no.1
       
     
Inflight Magazine Pt.2
       
     
Inflight magazine Pt.3
       
     
Circuitous Routes to Specious Truths
       
     
Circuitous Routes to Specious Truths

– Songs of The Greatest Trochanter

No Sense in Collecting Clarity
       
     
No Sense in Collecting Clarity

What you will remember will never be all yours because if all became clear, all at once, we'd be blind.

— Songs of The Greatest Trochanter

No Sense in Collecting Clarity Verse #2
       
     
No Sense in Collecting Clarity Verse #2

What would I know from caring?
Go ahead. Make me.
An amalgam of analogous.
What would I know to care?

– Songs of The Greatest Trochanter

Privilege to Teeter.
       
     
Privilege to Teeter.

Almost not-good more than good.

– Songs of The Greatest Trochanter

Another Mourning Intact
       
     
Another Mourning Intact

And I'd do the work it takes to breathe this day, just to get a shot at that line.

And there's only two things an apple tree ever done for me: one is give me apples; and the other is left lumps on my noggin'.

And all that amazing light gone wasted, too many days before everyone was armed to fully render.

And there are times we can get so afraid, we'd be an Insurance Salesman's dream.

— Songs of The Greatest Trochanter

 

Taught to pretend.
       
     
Taught to pretend.

Taught to learn pretending is healing.
Taught to learn healing is never at fault.
Taught to pretend to learn to forget.
Taught to pretend in bootstraps and sweat can be written for every success that stole from others.

Taught to pretend in dreams being your guide and daydreams being your downfall.
Taught to pretend a great spreadsheet is worth more than what is represented across its spread.
Taught to pretend it'll be worth all the regret.
Taught to pretend in lists having value.

Taught to pretend to forget.
Taught to pretend how to love.
Taught to pretend to care.
Taught to pretend that I'm better than I am.

Taught to pretend we're listening.
Taught to pretend our condescending smiles have healing powers.
Taught to pretend what's mine is yours as long as you keep your hands off of ours.
Taught to pretend in Commandments.

Taught to pretend fault and guilt can be erased by forgivenesses.
Taught to pretend in the center of a universe.
Taught to pretend there was nothing left out worth knowing.
Taught to pretend in value.

Taught to pretend in objectivity.
Taught to pretend in a universal belief that others just haven't woken to.
Taught to pretend this is everything.
Taught to pretend it'll be alright.

Taught to pretend in color.
Taught to pretend in 'we'll get em' next time.'
Taught to pretend 'getting em' is winning.
Taught to pretend that winning is everything.

Taught to pretend that winning doesn't create losing.
Taught to pretend in being born to win.
Taught to pretend being born to run.
Taught to pretend that what we're taught has been vetted.

Taught to pretend that teaching infers truth.
Taught to pretend that pretending is not ignoring.
Taught to pretend you'll find what you're looking for.
Taught to pretend that looking too much is dangerous.

Taught to pretend rights were not wrongs.
Taught to pretend in progress.
Taught to pretend racism was in a past.
Taught to pretend we're better here.

Taught to pretend that without us they'd be nothing.
Taught to pretend we're heroes.
Taught to pretend that heroes deserved a pass.
Taught to pretend we won.

Taught to pretend we won for them more than us.
Taught to pretend we can all look the other way.
Taught to pretend when we look them in the eye that we're looking.
Taught to pretend that looking away is what turning a cheek is equal to.

Taught to pretend we came with open minds.
Taught to pretend opening minds will lead to open hearts.
Taught to pretend all sicknesses and strife, collusions and controls, massacres and acquitted murders, destruction and deceits, were all just well-meaning mistakes.
Taught to pretend that everyone was hungry for the omelettes their shattered lives had turned eggs into metaphors.

Taught to pretend our skin color didn't make us better but our intentions did.
Taught to pretend any they who wasn't us have chosen their they-ness.
Taught to pretend Jesus would forgive a mother what she's done to me.
Taught to pretend a cousin was just playing a game.

Taught to pretend my father was the victim.
Taught to pretend Jesus would forgive me.
Taught to pretend that attending church meant you cared.
Taught to pretend I shouldn't question.

Taught to pretend in believing.
Taught to believe in all our pretending.
Taught to pretend that family mattered more.
Taught to pretend in love you cannot feel.

Taught to pretend there is a destiny and our manifest is a free pass to ignore.
Taught to pretend we're all different.
Taught to pretend age and authority is to be trusted.
Taught to pretend to forget.

Now learning to forget all I was taught.

– Songs of The Greatest Trochanter

Wake Stories to Shame the Living.
       
     
Wake Stories to Shame the Living.

Whoever said, 'You gotta know what you're getting into,' never heard the best wake stories ever told.

— Songs of The Greatest Trochanter

Carrying you around whether I want to or not.
       
     
Carrying you around whether I want to or not.

You set up shop in my head, cavort off-hours in my dreams.

— Songs of The Greatest Trochanter

Return for Deposit Twice Anum
       
     
Return for Deposit Twice Anum

What happens when you realize
your whole working life of saving
daylight would have been better
spent hoarding darknesses.

— Songs of The Greatest Trochanter

Whereas You Slip in the Images I Cannot.
       
     
Whereas You Slip in the Images I Cannot.

Not enough worth collecting and too much for the forgetting.

How can we just be getting started when all are already breathless by now?

— Songs of The Greatest Trochanter

Lyric from Grouping Unfamiliar.
       
     
Lyric from Grouping Unfamiliar.

Raw nerve at the ready to judge a breeze.

— Songs of The Greatest Trochanter

Pending Dooms Create Inflection Points All Their Own.
       
     
Pending Dooms Create Inflection Points All Their Own.

Nostalgia sure loves him a good pox.

– Songs of The Greatest Trochanter

for Circuitous Routes to Specious Truths
       
     
for Circuitous Routes to Specious Truths

Keep making a million
things that should never matter,
to make the one that will:

All of them together.

A very last and lasting sort of pill.

– Songs of The Greatest Trochanter

Grading Love on a Curve.
       
     
Grading Love on a Curve.

Just because you 'could have been worse' doesn't make you good enough.

– Songs of The Greatest Trochanter

More for Grading Love on a Curve.
       
     
More for Grading Love on a Curve.

"You need to finish," is more different than Done. When you're not finished and don't never wanna be gone.

— Songs of The Greatest Trochanter

Easement as a Fist.
       
     
Easement as a Fist.

– Songs of The Greatest Trochanter

Can You Die Listening for a Wish?
       
     
Can You Die Listening for a Wish?

While our Wonder must never end, the Wondering will never win.

— Songs of The Greatest Trochanter

No Innocent.
       
     
No Innocent.

You're no innocent.

You are no beneficent.

Here you come a acting.

There you go retracting.

Some will say you are forgiven. And even others different will do the forgiving.

But you say: You're no innocent.

We better have us all the same.

Gonna line you up. Take all your names.

You say: If I gave mine up out of shame, you better be ready to do the same.

You're no innocent. But you say: I'll be forgiven. That's what the dollars pay for. I gotta best name to blame and still I'll only remember that I was forgiven.

from No Innocent, the second hymnal of The Greatest Trochanter

 

 

Gone Looking.
       
     
Gone Looking.

Gone Looking was the sign
posted on the ol' closed mercantile.
Gone Looking to Be Redeemed.

Gone to Be. Gone to Be.
Looking for Me. Looking for Me.
There's only one Redeemer
and our line is much too long.

When you went
a crying for just
not another to be found.
When you went
a crying for just
found your mean ol' mother to blame
found her been lying there
been lying in the ground.

Gone to Be. Gone to Be.
Looking for Me. Looking for Me.
There's only one true Redeemer
and our line is much too long.

When you just won't hear an answer
Problem is you never been a listening.
You can keep on looking
for a new Redeemer,
Another who never knew how much you been asking.

Gone to Be. Gone to Be.
Looking for Me. Looking for Me.
No matter what you're saying, there's only one true Redeemer
and our line is much too long.

Problem is you never listen
to bring the line on down the line. 
Problem is you never listen
to bring your true Redeemer near.
Problem is you never want the answers you don't want to hear.

Gone to Be. Gone to Be.
You can keep on gone a looking,
but no matter how you say it,
there's only one of me.

– Gone Looking, First Hymnal of The Greatest Trochanter

Solve Every Problem w/ Just One Answer.
       
     
Solve Every Problem w/ Just One Answer.

Never want to take away yours.
Never want it, too.
Never want to make mine bigger, but yours so small
you'll finally let go.

w/o regret, not the same as forget.

Always and never for how
I suffer different from you.

Always and never for how
every one's should be different.

Always and never for how
if they were the same we could
solve every problem
with just one answer.

– Songs of The Greatest Trochanter.

Pitching Forward on the Placemat of Life.
       
     
Pitching Forward on the Placemat of Life.

My lines plus a crumb,
some are now impressions
on elbows to lean forward.
One will cause
the pain of tomorrow.

— Songs of The Greatest Trochanter

from: It Won't Get Greater than Us.
       
     
from: It Won't Get Greater than Us.

Find yourself
a waiting
with reason.

From: Slow Down to Get it Better.
       
     
From: Slow Down to Get it Better.

And all of our sought after speed caught up to us through convenient justifications of surprise.

–The Greatest Trochanter

Episode IV
       
     
Episode IV

Looked away from Finish to Starting Lines, searching stunned little eyes for their 'Something Special'.

 

inflight magazine.
       
     
inflight magazine.

In flight
an impetuous child
made circles for me.

from Songs of The Greatest Trochanter
p.shaw

My Wake No Matter How Hard I Tried.
       
     
My Wake No Matter How Hard I Tried.

Every place I've come from has done turned into a Best Places to Leave. 

— Songs of The Greatest Trochanter

My Wake No Matter How Hard I've Tried – Revision no.1
       
     
My Wake No Matter How Hard I've Tried – Revision no.1

Never been bad at knowing
there's good in getting ahead

I can remember all your faiths
that I never found

There's one of us, and only
all of you

I will remember all your faiths
ach and every one I never found

You can't blame the dead
for every place I've done
Don't ever blame the dead for a coming from
unless it's their fault
for making every place a Best Place to Leave

And I'm remembering how all your faiths
could never have been mine.

— Songs of The Greatest Trochanter

Inflight Magazine Pt.2
       
     
Inflight Magazine Pt.2

Nothing can go back to being a way it never was.

from Songs of The Greatest Trochanter
p.shaw

Inflight magazine Pt.3
       
     
Inflight magazine Pt.3

You were given up on before you ever woke.

from Songs of The Greatest Trochanter
p.shaw