The 365 Project

The 365 Project

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The 365 Project episodes

  • #127 for-ends forever
    when we were kids
    it was always
    tree-fort go-cart
    for-ends forever
    and then there was
    no end
    from start to finish
    to start
    and now oceans of
    endings the
    seas defending
    clinging and
    bending over
    backwards
    from start to finish
    to start
    so we’re for-ends
    forever strange
    loops blending
    endings into
    openings
    from start to finish
    to start
    bhagiti 8.24.07 perrysburg, oh
    2 min
  • #126 time and time again (but i feel better now)
    i have reached the
    breaking point
    there is no more i can
    do they
    have asked too much
    time and time again
    here i am here i am
    i’ll fold myself into
    an paper moth
    and toss myself over
    the edge
    flutter or fall i’ll be free
    time and time again
    here i am here i am
    my shell has cracked
    i am used up
    i can no longer sleep
    worried
    i say it will change but
    time and time again
    here i am here i am
    time and time again
    here i am here i am
    bhagiti 8.22.07 perrysburg, oh
    2 min
  • #125 night and day: morning glory nightshade
    too much morning in here
    not much night
    both have their quiet
    loneliness
    but the morning’s
    wonder is not the
    night’s mystery
    what is it to be ruled
    by the moon
    or the sun
    life forces the day
    upon us desire
    compels the night
    each a sentence
    march into glory retreat
    into shade the day
    a battle the night
    an arcade
    emerge from one
    and slip into the
    other having changed
    bhagiti 8.22.07 perrysburg, oh
    2 min
  • #124 the only thing that really matters
    like the moth knows
    the flame is warm
    but deadly
    and proximity
    is everything
    but the moth
    was not made
    for delicacy
    it flits recklessly
    unafraid
    carelessly we
    tumble unaware
    that the wind
    may dash us
    on the rocks
    our powdery wings
    obliterated freckle
    the moss with
    the only thing
    that really matters
    bhagiti 8.21.07 perrysburg, oh
    2 min
  • #123 disappear into the sky
    what are we
    supposed to do
    get lost in the fields
    turn under the wheels
    spit up apple seeds
    or weep in the weeds
    or disappear
    into the sky
    there’s one
    thing to be said
    about dandelion society
    they lose their heads
    and the wind just
    blows them away
    and disappear
    into the sky
    the balloon
    let go over
    the grocery store
    is both joy and
    horror like a ghost
    it disappears
    into the sky
    bhagiti 8.20.07 perrysburg, oh
    2 min
  • #122 sometimes rain is just rain
    my roof has a leak
    i am still asleep
    i think
    the puzzle is not
    puzzling and i
    should know better
    the house tries hard
    to keep the water
    out
    yet our bodies
    work equally hard
    keeping it in
    what is the answer
    what was the question
    i have a friend who
    says he is a laundry
    room
    he washes and he
    dries and the dirty
    clothes keep coming
    my soul has a leak
    i am still asleep
    i think
    the puzzle is not
    puzzling and i
    should know better
    what is the answer
    what was the question
    bhagiti 8.19.07 perrysburg, oh
    3 min
  • #121 what wonder i wonder what
    it was the desert
    before me from
    a sliding glass door
    everybody i knew
    from childhood
    was there
    two tiny black spots
    writhing in the sky
    grew and twisted
    into angels that
    only i could see
    then they were gone
    i came to show you
    a song i had made
    and everyone there
    was already singing
    it
    i took you to your door
    to show you the angels
    you held my hand
    but they did not
    reappear
    bhagiti 8.18.07 perrysburg, oh
    2 min
  • #120 rattling like an empty boxcar
    every morning the train
    and every engineer
    says hey it’s me
    i want to be free
    in his
    horn
    long and low
    or three quick
    high hits
    and this one guy
    today a melisma
    born in a faraway place
    or maybe here without
    a home
    looking for the familiar
    face that means you
    have meaning
    it’s ok
    we’re all dropped here
    anyway it’s up to us to
    find our way
    out
    so mr engineer
    hit it like this
    one time
    for me
    bhagiti 8.17.07 perrysburg, oh
    2 min
  • #119 i was getting ready to wrap myself up in the holes in your voice but you were gone
    i made my way
    through crowded
    streets and a
    million voices i couldn’t
    understand
    it was the mystery
    and melancholy
    i had seen in a painting
    soon i turned into
    darkness and a stone
    archway was lit by
    candlelight
    behind it a flea market
    and a woman at a
    table with a
    single, oddly-shaped
    container smiled
    i knew what was inside
    but i dared not look
    she opened it for
    me and i could not look
    away
    bhagiti 8.16.07 perrysburg, oh
    2 min
  • #118 a letter to georgia
    billions of miles
    away there is
    a star with your
    name on it
    whose light
    hasn’t reached
    us yet
    don’t stop
    wishing upon it
    deep in the
    sargasso
    a treasure
    is hidden
    protected by
    eels and waiting
    to be found
    trust is a pearl
    and a star
    somewhere
    there is a box
    of all the stolen
    pearls
    and the light of all
    the distant
    stars
    they are yours
    bhagiti 8.15.07 perrysburg, oh
    2 min

About The 365 Project

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Inspired by song diarists like David Andrew Strackany (aka PALEO), I endeavor to write, record and upload a song a day for 365 days.