I've Got a Thinking Problem

My name is Davis MacLeod Haines. I was born and raised in Alabama, I live in Chicago, I am in a band called whysowhite (whysowhite.com) and I believe in Love. This is my mind.

Sep 22

whysowhite:

new dance craze: the Tom Tupa #dancecraze #new #firehouse #whysowhite @charliemoonbeam


May 28

Now, Again

And in the course of one night,

With just a hint remaining of the soft flickering light,

the candle in the back of my he(art) is

Now

Again

Ablaze


Mar 31

I am an Orange Moon


Mar 27

It’s like

I hear her eyes


Feb 26

Androgenius


Feb 22

Honesty is the sexiest policy.


Feb 20
“My belief is in the blood and flesh as being wiser than the intellect. The body-unconscious is where life bubbles up in us. It is how we know that we are alive, alive to the depths of our souls and in touch somewhere with the vivid reaches of the cosmos.” D.H. Lawrence, novelist

Feb 19

For the Dreamers

You always knew it was possible

As soon as you picked up your first stick and saw a wand or a sword or a spaghetti noodle,

You knew there was a Universe of possibilities in every little thing the Light touches

Another Universe in the ones the Light doesn’t

The walks you’d take yourself on, through the backyards of the Cosmos, verdant otherworlds, haunted houses on hills that are alive with the sound of your own imagination,

You knew that if To-day, you are an elf, than an elf you would be,

"And there’s no stoppin’ me, world! You hear that?! Try and make me go home for supper!"

You could fall in Love and dream in a third with the way that her backpack bounced behind her

Daydreaming that it was a basket of bounty from the Garden of Forever

The chicken wire fence that separated your tiny kingdoms was a mile-high wall with one loose brick desperate for you to pull it out and whisper sweet everythings into its darkness

And when backyards became alleyways, haunted houses became busted storefronts and sticks became broken bottles,

when kings got jobs and castles foreclosed

was it gravity that weighed you down or

was it you who forgot how to fly?

Love,

Davis


Feb 13

As we sit deep in the garden


For Patrick

a Love letter for PWelbs

Do you realize that

Your belief was enough?

That’s all we needed, just another spark to get the fire of our

he(art)s to Light

We were content with that and happy to see how long the logs would burn,

but you sat there, lost in its glow

And something within you, deep,

kept you by fireside, feeding it

and You would argue, humbly, 

"Someone has to tend the flames"

as you gaze into the universe inside them

their flare ablaze in your eyes

And if everyone else had crawl’d away to sleep, there you’d sit

knowing you wont quit, can’t quit

because it is more than a spark and a flame

but a Pile of Dreams and the Light of Love

Love,

Davis


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