“You are a man not a mouse”
“But I’m so small”
“You are a man not a mouse”
“But I love cheese”
“You are a man not a mouse”
“But I fear cats”
“Perhaps you are a mouse. Look there Cheese has been laid out for you ”
(SNAP)
“I’ve been caught in a trap ”
“But you’re not dead”
“No, I’m not dead.”
“It must be better to be a man in a trap, than a dead mouse; aren’t you glad you are a man not a mouse?”
“But...”
10/30/2008
Night Fall
Nightfall
Knights fall
On fall nights
I’m a fallen knight
And I cannot fight anymore.
This metaphor spins in my mind, but I’m standing still in the midst of a dance floor wondering if there’s more to this tale. I appear to be dancing as the trance music makes those around me sway and jostle me in and out of reality. But my feet are planted. My arms are bare like branches on a banyan tree, hanging loose beside me, hopefully they’ll soon ground me. And the music beats upon my thoughts and silences my thoughts leaving me with an empty sense of joy. Or is it pain? They feel the same. The door opens as more enter the dance floor and a wave of cold air washes over me, I can’t tell if I’m refreshed and cool or a shivering fool. Perhaps it’s all the same. It’s all the same. It’s all the same to her. The nights with knights in shining armor who’ll take her away and dump her astray, never going out of their way to slay her demons. But she’ll see them. And as night falls, knights fall into fantasy with the way that maiden sings in her sleep. And on fall nights, I’m a fallen knight, and I cannot fight for her anymore. So I lose my way till day break, fake excuses and socialize with recluses until I see a familiar face. Dawn never looked so good.
(Words, Letters, Poetry Slammers freewrite.
The prompt for this was to write a poem using the idea of Night and Fall... )
Knights fall
On fall nights
I’m a fallen knight
And I cannot fight anymore.
This metaphor spins in my mind, but I’m standing still in the midst of a dance floor wondering if there’s more to this tale. I appear to be dancing as the trance music makes those around me sway and jostle me in and out of reality. But my feet are planted. My arms are bare like branches on a banyan tree, hanging loose beside me, hopefully they’ll soon ground me. And the music beats upon my thoughts and silences my thoughts leaving me with an empty sense of joy. Or is it pain? They feel the same. The door opens as more enter the dance floor and a wave of cold air washes over me, I can’t tell if I’m refreshed and cool or a shivering fool. Perhaps it’s all the same. It’s all the same. It’s all the same to her. The nights with knights in shining armor who’ll take her away and dump her astray, never going out of their way to slay her demons. But she’ll see them. And as night falls, knights fall into fantasy with the way that maiden sings in her sleep. And on fall nights, I’m a fallen knight, and I cannot fight for her anymore. So I lose my way till day break, fake excuses and socialize with recluses until I see a familiar face. Dawn never looked so good.
(Words, Letters, Poetry Slammers freewrite.
The prompt for this was to write a poem using the idea of Night and Fall... )
10/11/2008
Games With No Rules
She twists her minute hands for hours on ends.
He is a shadow in her mind and hates waiting games, but he plays along.
She turns over in bed after losing a staring contest with the wall, interrupted by his call.
He had nothing to say.
And all day long they play games with no rules, like fools in love with love and not each other.
Discovering the smoothness of paper, purity soon to be scarred with false words and worries and wonders which wait to be answered, dragging question marks behind them hoping to hook into hearts so they can capture an imagination. These love notes are open bear traps and if closed they will torture the mind caught within as the heart flutters trying to be free. They play with no rules like fools in love with love, and she knows the game they’re playing. So she twists her minute hands for hours on ends until he has shadowed her into the darkness. Disappearing like a phantom performer in an empty theatre, he turns on the ghost light, calls her from her bed and opens her mind with the dreams in his head.
He is a shadow in her mind and hates waiting games, but he plays along.
She turns over in bed after losing a staring contest with the wall, interrupted by his call.
He had nothing to say.
And all day long they play games with no rules, like fools in love with love and not each other.
Discovering the smoothness of paper, purity soon to be scarred with false words and worries and wonders which wait to be answered, dragging question marks behind them hoping to hook into hearts so they can capture an imagination. These love notes are open bear traps and if closed they will torture the mind caught within as the heart flutters trying to be free. They play with no rules like fools in love with love, and she knows the game they’re playing. So she twists her minute hands for hours on ends until he has shadowed her into the darkness. Disappearing like a phantom performer in an empty theatre, he turns on the ghost light, calls her from her bed and opens her mind with the dreams in his head.
Empty Stein
Echos of music from down the hall sound like nostalgia from a simpler time. Soulful pain gets in a groove to the tune of empty steins as they pound down on wooden bars, echoing. Dull but rich. Thick sounds you can almost taste. Bitter. Spit out those words to get the flavor out and ignore the soulful pain, else you’ll be reminded of your own. Spit out those words to get the flavor out and then savor the silence. It’s delicious. Until she splits those lips to let out another sound, she spins you around her heart through her mind and leaves you empty on a bar stool where you find you stein is empty, like your heart.
10/02/2008
equilibrium again
Equilibrium disturbed.
Conflict curved to resolution.
No immediate solution, that’d kill the narrative.
It’s imperative that there’s a story to tell,
Otherwise this movie will never sell.
Eventually we’ll see the way things can be.
If we wait until then, We’ll reach equilibrium again
Conflict curved to resolution.
No immediate solution, that’d kill the narrative.
It’s imperative that there’s a story to tell,
Otherwise this movie will never sell.
Eventually we’ll see the way things can be.
If we wait until then, We’ll reach equilibrium again
9/28/2008
Self
Overlapping emotions and the motion of my stomach swings to try to accompany them in a nauseating wave, I struggle to calm. Anxious and empty. Fully aware and solid like lead bullets flying through empty space before vanishing into hearts without a trace. Fall like autumn on unsuspecting children who’ll dance through puddles and muddle through mixed messages as their parents teach them to embrace the moment, but keep their hands to themselves. Shelve the books, shelve the dirty looks and store the emotional baggage on a plane that’s destined to be taken hostage. Lose control to the disciplined instructions of passionately ignorant and courageously stupid captors. Get lost in expectations and reflections in store windows, can you see yourself in their stereotypes? Wipe the make up off your face and vanish without a trace into an empty identity. You are the you that no one else can see, if you let yourself be this will it piss him off? Will she fail to be your friend, is it the end when you succeed independently from the Banana Republic? You don’t know yet, but you let your hair down, falling off the shoulders in waves, you grow older as you shed the winter coat in colder company. Alone, empty, strong and vulnerable - empty and aware, looking straight ahead, they all will stop to stare, and you will wonder
Why did no one look before?
Why did no one look before?
9/24/2008
No Poetic Language
Beautiful adjectives generously piled upon delicate nouns, surrounded by adverbs, with the hint of an unknown subject, overwhelmed by the weighty verbs and all about to be swept under the rug.
I do not have the patience for poetic language.
If I am to say what I mean, then I should speak with the words closest to my conscious. Those simple short phases, the briefest cliches that were easily ingrained to my childlike mind. And I’m sure if I thought long and hard I could find an acute adverb that would accurately say the same thought in a much more eloquent sounding way that people would hear and say, “I need a dictionary to understand her.” And upon finding the word in the dictionary they would understand my point so well, they would see that I had none. And not only did I not have a point, I wasted their time by saying it so beautifully that they felt the need to decipher the most eloquently coded crap. I do not have time for such deception I would much rather ramble on using the plainest of language, the lamest types of slang, and the sort of grammar that makes sense when spoken, but looks atrocious on paper. However if you read my words out loud my voice is easily recognizable in the rambling run-ons with inadvertent rhymes and the sort of questions that are a waste of time to think about.
So you may keep your eloquent prose, touch your nose with your finger, and pretend to be a sober singer. Worry about the meter and rhyme, symbolism and crime, and I shall be busy writing honest non sequiturs so simple that 4 year olds could understand them, but original enough that no one else can stand them.
I do not have the patience for poetic language.
If I am to say what I mean, then I should speak with the words closest to my conscious. Those simple short phases, the briefest cliches that were easily ingrained to my childlike mind. And I’m sure if I thought long and hard I could find an acute adverb that would accurately say the same thought in a much more eloquent sounding way that people would hear and say, “I need a dictionary to understand her.” And upon finding the word in the dictionary they would understand my point so well, they would see that I had none. And not only did I not have a point, I wasted their time by saying it so beautifully that they felt the need to decipher the most eloquently coded crap. I do not have time for such deception I would much rather ramble on using the plainest of language, the lamest types of slang, and the sort of grammar that makes sense when spoken, but looks atrocious on paper. However if you read my words out loud my voice is easily recognizable in the rambling run-ons with inadvertent rhymes and the sort of questions that are a waste of time to think about.
So you may keep your eloquent prose, touch your nose with your finger, and pretend to be a sober singer. Worry about the meter and rhyme, symbolism and crime, and I shall be busy writing honest non sequiturs so simple that 4 year olds could understand them, but original enough that no one else can stand them.
Siphons Her Soul
She siphons her soul into the sounds seeping from her lips.
Lost in the silence of a kiss.
She lost her soul.
Pure fools gold, for only fools can love with the enthusiasm of dreamers in a cynic’s reality.
He rode on cloud nine hoping to reign over her heart.
But when the storm came, he was the one who fell.
Broken bits revealed in his twitch, he tried to hide the damage behind the manly smile of a boy too afraid to feel anything real.
Laugh a little too loud for happiness and hope to make the best of this,
he was a second best silver rest for a gold hungry hunter,
rushing to her manifest destiny and the best he couldn’t be.
She siphons her soul into the sounds seeping from her lips.
But she’s still living in a silent emptiness,
so she leaves with a kiss.
She siphons her soul into sounds
But if no one is around
Is there no sound?
Has she lost her soul for a heart of fool’s gold?
Or has she lost her innocence because she grew too old?
She doesn’t know, so she siphons her soul into sounds and says nothing.
Lost in the silence of a kiss.
She lost her soul.
Pure fools gold, for only fools can love with the enthusiasm of dreamers in a cynic’s reality.
He rode on cloud nine hoping to reign over her heart.
But when the storm came, he was the one who fell.
Broken bits revealed in his twitch, he tried to hide the damage behind the manly smile of a boy too afraid to feel anything real.
Laugh a little too loud for happiness and hope to make the best of this,
he was a second best silver rest for a gold hungry hunter,
rushing to her manifest destiny and the best he couldn’t be.
She siphons her soul into the sounds seeping from her lips.
But she’s still living in a silent emptiness,
so she leaves with a kiss.
She siphons her soul into sounds
But if no one is around
Is there no sound?
Has she lost her soul for a heart of fool’s gold?
Or has she lost her innocence because she grew too old?
She doesn’t know, so she siphons her soul into sounds and says nothing.
9/14/2008
Coffee
Like the conversations she eavesdrops into
Her coffee is bittersweet and missing something.
Perhaps it’s sugar? Or maybe substance?
Like the vapors above my coffee
And like the coffee itself
She vanished hours before her impact.
Her coffee is bittersweet and missing something.
Perhaps it’s sugar? Or maybe substance?
Like the vapors above my coffee
And like the coffee itself
She vanished hours before her impact.
Scuttle on
Scuttle on little one
Avoid time, or the adventure’s done.
Grab the granite blocks
Build a sense of self in confident steps
Don’t slip or fall
Just grab at what’s in reach, avoid the rest
And climb away
Forget the day
Forget the sunset
Forget the regret
Forget the names
Forget the places
And fall away from your identity
Left somewhere on the ground with what you used to be
Avoid time, or the adventure’s done.
Grab the granite blocks
Build a sense of self in confident steps
Don’t slip or fall
Just grab at what’s in reach, avoid the rest
And climb away
Forget the day
Forget the sunset
Forget the regret
Forget the names
Forget the places
And fall away from your identity
Left somewhere on the ground with what you used to be
9/11/2008
Million-Headed-Monster
The million-headed-monster was beheaded. So many heads squirmed and bled upon the ground. And from the necks sprang forth in a violent fashion, three more apiece. The three-million-headed-monster ate a big mac for breakfast, stepped on its neighbors toes before noon, and changed its clocks three months before June. The three-million-headed-monster tore its home to pieces and ran free around the world. Stomping the mountains to valleys, grinding the trees to pulp, over-fishing the seas, and sleeping far too much. But in the months leading toward November, the strangest thing occurred. The three-million-headed-monster tried to decide which head it needed more. Teeth bared, claws scratched, the three-million-headed monster was pinned on its back with millions of heads fighting to be on the side that would win. Necks began to break, and heads began to fall. But unlike before, this time it was all for those unlucky enough to be slain - and the three-million-headed-monster began to look the same. Two million fell fast enough, but one million was much more tough. But at the end of month, millions of heads littered the plain, and the three-million-headed-monster was never the same.
Conch Shell
If there was a god, and he were to walk along a beach, pick up a shell and put it to his ear, what would he hear? The infinite sound of the seas trapped and reverberating against their calcium cage? The cries of his creations yearning for a moment of contemplation while they drown in activity? Would he hear the infinite spectrum of all that could be and the echos of eternity? Or would he hear the claustrophobic cries of a conch who died long ago, leaving a phantom to moan.
9/10/2008
Love Crime
I hand her a diary
I hand her poetic confessions
I had her my heart
I hand her my obsessions
Sitting on the curbside with a free sign
Take away this emotional love crime
Hate crimes are easily pointed to
But love crimes make me hurt you
A graver offense
To which there’s no defense
Stolen hearts
Resold lies
Broken ties
I tried
I tried
I hand her poetic confessions
I had her my heart
I hand her my obsessions
Sitting on the curbside with a free sign
Take away this emotional love crime
Hate crimes are easily pointed to
But love crimes make me hurt you
A graver offense
To which there’s no defense
Stolen hearts
Resold lies
Broken ties
I tried
I tried
Driftwood
When all is said and done, too much is said and not enough is done.
But words fade like newsprint memories and actions are condensed into summaries.
I wish I could unwrap the present with a sense of anticipation, but these boxes are a burden and weigh me down as I move around. When gravity waves me down, I head down to the waves and gaze past the shore hoping with a heavy heart.
Wondering if I will someday find the moments that don’t need to be placed in stories to be remembered. The free floating and always supporting sense of self that comes from active living which is a way of life, not escape from strife. And I wonder, if I were to find it,
Would you drift with driftwood?
Or sink with stones?
I don’t think you would.
I expect I’ll be alone.
But words fade like newsprint memories and actions are condensed into summaries.
I wish I could unwrap the present with a sense of anticipation, but these boxes are a burden and weigh me down as I move around. When gravity waves me down, I head down to the waves and gaze past the shore hoping with a heavy heart.
Wondering if I will someday find the moments that don’t need to be placed in stories to be remembered. The free floating and always supporting sense of self that comes from active living which is a way of life, not escape from strife. And I wonder, if I were to find it,
Would you drift with driftwood?
Or sink with stones?
I don’t think you would.
I expect I’ll be alone.
9/07/2008
Sushi Whale
We were having a whale of a time before we were made into sushi. Eaten raw over rice. Served with hot tea and water over ice. Cold shoulders and broken phrases. It was just a phase before the plates were cleaned. And now the night is over, or at least unseen.
9/05/2008
Roman Goddess Razor - spoken word edit
Please listen gentlemen and ladies,
pretend I’m bananarama and this is the 80s
But two decades later the accolades have yet to be heard
For this is the first time this girl will use her words
With an open mind, open eyes, and the ability to despise apathy
I seem to find unheard cries and people sleep walking at me
I see an
Ignorant voter,
empty mind,
echoing head,
emotions raging red
Read the newspaper last year
and fear’s been reigning ever since
His dunce hat fits well,
it was tailored to fit to the times,
we’re guilty of crimes
humanity replaced by vanity,
mirrored in the media,
repeated on the blogs
hog the limelight,
burning bright lights
and overdone hype
lemon-lime soda
is caffeine free,
and yes men on the news all agree
we’re the generation who’s too lazy to breathe
I read the news today
Oh girl
This whirlwind whips up my emotions
Dry legs need lotion,
The goddess of my razor is
Fueling the latest craze or
just another mass media market
Spark it and park it,
Gas prices get out of hand
So stay at home, and start another rock band
Boyfriends,
Girlfriends,
one way streets and dead ends
Deadbeat dads
and the latest fads,
broadcast on broadband
YES WE CAN Raise your hand
Be counted and count to ten
Control your emotions when we’re ignored yet again
Pen a letter to congress,
digress into a rant,
Politicians attacked, no problems explained
Feigned attacks and listing what you lack,
he likes your rack
But doesn’t see your mind,
Find meaning in leaving
His colander mind,
you slipped through, leaving your essence behind
Unwind like a cassette,
You let yourself be tossed out
Lost another bout with reality versus your duality
I read the news today
Oh girl
This whirlwind whips up my emotions
Dry legs need lotion,
The goddess of my razor is
Fueling the latest craze or
just another mass media market
Spark it and park it,
When gas prices get out of hand
Stay at home, and start another rock band
Sing songs to empty walls,
decorate them like Escher
Another MC
that wouldn’t agree with the status quo
That’s the way it goes,
Or so would say Vonnegut
Who’d go on again,
Rambling thoughts interrupted when
The chapter’d end and
next thought began
without an intro
Who needs it though?
Reality got confused today
What does the media have to say?
I read the news today
Oh girl
This whirlwind whips up my emotions
Dry legs need lotion,
The goddess of my razor is
Fueling the latest craze or
just another mass media market
Spark it and park it,
When gas prices get out of hand
Stay at home, and start another rock band
Pseudo-science is an art
and I’ll take it apart
ratings off the charts
as I break your arguments the way she’d break your heart
Just shut up when you don’t have a point,
Appoint a leader
Walmart greeters and trick or treaters are both friendly
And unwanted.
Haunted house with phantom friends
Dead ends, discovered on google maps,
keystroke types
Enough hype,
used the internet to discover another lover
Covered your tracks,
packed and tracked his path
E-stalker on facebook, figured she’d take another look
Never read a book,
but knew spark notes and themes
Had a sense of direction, but she lost all her dreams
I read the news today
Oh girl
This whirlwind whips up my emotions
Dry legs need lotion,
The goddess of my razor is
Fueling the latest craze or
just another mass media market
Spark it and park it,
When gas prices get out of hand
Stay at home, and start another rock band
Sing your blues and belt technicolor fantasies
Change realities or just let them be
Like his sorry ass, he was a bit too crass
He was slow to think, and quick to judge
Sweet like chocolate, thick like fudge
Black and white and read like the news
Now on youTube with 2 million views
I was the news today
Oh girl
This whirlwind whips up my emotions
Going through the motions,
I’m a Roman Goddess just like my razor
it’s the latest craze or something more
So open the door, and open your mind
Change direction and try to find the sense of adventure you left behind
Curse when you’re foiled and burn the midnight oil
be a Roman goddess like my razor
I’m the latest craze or maybe just the latest crazy
Lazy-boy, oh girl
I read the news today. Oh girl, I read the news.
(Original version previously posted - but I cropped it and added an intro yesterday for an open mic. Went pretty well considering that it was my second time doing spoken word before an audience.)
pretend I’m bananarama and this is the 80s
But two decades later the accolades have yet to be heard
For this is the first time this girl will use her words
With an open mind, open eyes, and the ability to despise apathy
I seem to find unheard cries and people sleep walking at me
I see an
Ignorant voter,
empty mind,
echoing head,
emotions raging red
Read the newspaper last year
and fear’s been reigning ever since
His dunce hat fits well,
it was tailored to fit to the times,
we’re guilty of crimes
humanity replaced by vanity,
mirrored in the media,
repeated on the blogs
hog the limelight,
burning bright lights
and overdone hype
lemon-lime soda
is caffeine free,
and yes men on the news all agree
we’re the generation who’s too lazy to breathe
I read the news today
Oh girl
This whirlwind whips up my emotions
Dry legs need lotion,
The goddess of my razor is
Fueling the latest craze or
just another mass media market
Spark it and park it,
Gas prices get out of hand
So stay at home, and start another rock band
Boyfriends,
Girlfriends,
one way streets and dead ends
Deadbeat dads
and the latest fads,
broadcast on broadband
YES WE CAN Raise your hand
Be counted and count to ten
Control your emotions when we’re ignored yet again
Pen a letter to congress,
digress into a rant,
Politicians attacked, no problems explained
Feigned attacks and listing what you lack,
he likes your rack
But doesn’t see your mind,
Find meaning in leaving
His colander mind,
you slipped through, leaving your essence behind
Unwind like a cassette,
You let yourself be tossed out
Lost another bout with reality versus your duality
I read the news today
Oh girl
This whirlwind whips up my emotions
Dry legs need lotion,
The goddess of my razor is
Fueling the latest craze or
just another mass media market
Spark it and park it,
When gas prices get out of hand
Stay at home, and start another rock band
Sing songs to empty walls,
decorate them like Escher
Another MC
that wouldn’t agree with the status quo
That’s the way it goes,
Or so would say Vonnegut
Who’d go on again,
Rambling thoughts interrupted when
The chapter’d end and
next thought began
without an intro
Who needs it though?
Reality got confused today
What does the media have to say?
I read the news today
Oh girl
This whirlwind whips up my emotions
Dry legs need lotion,
The goddess of my razor is
Fueling the latest craze or
just another mass media market
Spark it and park it,
When gas prices get out of hand
Stay at home, and start another rock band
Pseudo-science is an art
and I’ll take it apart
ratings off the charts
as I break your arguments the way she’d break your heart
Just shut up when you don’t have a point,
Appoint a leader
Walmart greeters and trick or treaters are both friendly
And unwanted.
Haunted house with phantom friends
Dead ends, discovered on google maps,
keystroke types
Enough hype,
used the internet to discover another lover
Covered your tracks,
packed and tracked his path
E-stalker on facebook, figured she’d take another look
Never read a book,
but knew spark notes and themes
Had a sense of direction, but she lost all her dreams
I read the news today
Oh girl
This whirlwind whips up my emotions
Dry legs need lotion,
The goddess of my razor is
Fueling the latest craze or
just another mass media market
Spark it and park it,
When gas prices get out of hand
Stay at home, and start another rock band
Sing your blues and belt technicolor fantasies
Change realities or just let them be
Like his sorry ass, he was a bit too crass
He was slow to think, and quick to judge
Sweet like chocolate, thick like fudge
Black and white and read like the news
Now on youTube with 2 million views
I was the news today
Oh girl
This whirlwind whips up my emotions
Going through the motions,
I’m a Roman Goddess just like my razor
it’s the latest craze or something more
So open the door, and open your mind
Change direction and try to find the sense of adventure you left behind
Curse when you’re foiled and burn the midnight oil
be a Roman goddess like my razor
I’m the latest craze or maybe just the latest crazy
Lazy-boy, oh girl
I read the news today. Oh girl, I read the news.
(Original version previously posted - but I cropped it and added an intro yesterday for an open mic. Went pretty well considering that it was my second time doing spoken word before an audience.)
9/03/2008
Recycled Words and Love
I used to assume recycled words had no meaning.
I love you.
You’re everything to me.
The pin-up words worn from overuse
peeling off the walls in a nostalgic mind
Glorified in fantasy,
hot mirages leading you through a desert of disappointment.
Faded photos made mundane details disappear
And all I could hear was
echos...
echos ...
ECHOS!
Reverberating in my empty head like phantom arms embracing in an empty bed
And in the faded photos the smiles seemed more radiant
Forget the lame jokes which prompted the expression
Forget the thirty tries to get a flattering shot
Forget the way you gave it all you got
And only remember
That smile.
Remember the radiance that captivates from across the room.
Remember the silence still like an untouched tomb
Gentle embraces soft like a silky cocoon
And when you’re released you find yourself more beautiful
delicate
aware
And you fly without a care
The words of yesterday’s cliche feel like comfort food in your mouth
And swallowing your pride
you smile and repeat words you swore you would never say and
Find the only phrase that could encompass this feeling
these new sensations wrapped in nostalgia
this comfort with risk wrapped in certainty
the growth of your heart’s capacity
the way you’ve become a casualty of war
caged in the four chambers of her heart and finding freedom within
And you swallow your pride and speak
I love you.
And she already knew.
Because your eyes told her, the way traitorous eyes tend to.
I love you.
You’re everything to me.
The pin-up words worn from overuse
peeling off the walls in a nostalgic mind
Glorified in fantasy,
hot mirages leading you through a desert of disappointment.
Faded photos made mundane details disappear
And all I could hear was
echos...
echos ...
ECHOS!
Reverberating in my empty head like phantom arms embracing in an empty bed
And in the faded photos the smiles seemed more radiant
Forget the lame jokes which prompted the expression
Forget the thirty tries to get a flattering shot
Forget the way you gave it all you got
And only remember
That smile.
Remember the radiance that captivates from across the room.
Remember the silence still like an untouched tomb
Gentle embraces soft like a silky cocoon
And when you’re released you find yourself more beautiful
delicate
aware
And you fly without a care
The words of yesterday’s cliche feel like comfort food in your mouth
And swallowing your pride
you smile and repeat words you swore you would never say and
Find the only phrase that could encompass this feeling
these new sensations wrapped in nostalgia
this comfort with risk wrapped in certainty
the growth of your heart’s capacity
the way you’ve become a casualty of war
caged in the four chambers of her heart and finding freedom within
And you swallow your pride and speak
I love you.
And she already knew.
Because your eyes told her, the way traitorous eyes tend to.
8/31/2008
Everest
With sunlight drenching his smile he begins to cry. Waves roll down his cheeks and prayer flags wave in harmony with his emotions – tragically grounded, gaudy signs of ownership, hopeful and symbolic of the heavenly, the holy and hurt. The wind bitterly whips his face reminding him time is precious, pain will build upon itself, and he is more exposed now than ever before. With numb fingers he pulls out a camera and tries to freeze the moment, but the coldness curtly stops him before he is satisfied with his efforts. He sighs as he replaces the camera in his pack. Breaking off his icicle tears he looks around once more – the zenith of his quest and there’s a long way yet. The deadly descent back to the reality he wished to escape still waits for him. With storms on the horizon, he places one foot on the ridge leading away from heaven while praying he will someday return.
8/21/2008
Lonely World
Porcelain faced baby doll
Smile with ruby red lips
Artificial eyes blinking with life
A frozen face can’t uplift
And plastic arms can’t hug
Are you lonely little girl?
Are you spinning like a lonely world?
Can I be your satellite tonight?
Can I make anything alright?
Caged bird can you fly?
Hop behind bars and sing
Stare with lonely intensity
A trapped animal can’t be
The inspiration I need
I am lonely tonight, girl.
I’m spinning like a lonely world.
Can you be my satellite tonight?
Can you make anything alright?
A caged bird can lift you up
If your porcelain face can smile
When my song reaches beyond these bars
Will your plastic limbs soften in an embrace?
I can be the satellite for a lonely world
If that world will be a satellite for me
Smile with ruby red lips
Artificial eyes blinking with life
A frozen face can’t uplift
And plastic arms can’t hug
Are you lonely little girl?
Are you spinning like a lonely world?
Can I be your satellite tonight?
Can I make anything alright?
Caged bird can you fly?
Hop behind bars and sing
Stare with lonely intensity
A trapped animal can’t be
The inspiration I need
I am lonely tonight, girl.
I’m spinning like a lonely world.
Can you be my satellite tonight?
Can you make anything alright?
A caged bird can lift you up
If your porcelain face can smile
When my song reaches beyond these bars
Will your plastic limbs soften in an embrace?
I can be the satellite for a lonely world
If that world will be a satellite for me
Dusty Desk
In the drawer of a dusty desk,
A letter sits.
Unopened.
In the drawer of a dusty desk,
a photograph fades
And I lose my face.
Will you remember beneath the dust
I’ll lay beyond time’s grasp?
When you do spring cleaning,
Will you release my words?
Let thoughts flower
And face the phantoms of memory.
A letter sits.
Unopened.
In the drawer of a dusty desk,
a photograph fades
And I lose my face.
Will you remember beneath the dust
I’ll lay beyond time’s grasp?
When you do spring cleaning,
Will you release my words?
Let thoughts flower
And face the phantoms of memory.
8/19/2008
In a Garden
I stood in a garden and saw things through cynical lens. Pathetic attempts to be independent! Food for a family? Too much labor and not enough produce to produce a meal! Six foot fences to keep the deer out are proof that we humans are pitiful as we cannot work with nature, we must work independently of nature. I walked in the straight lines carved out of jagged mountain. Pathetic! These non-native plants invading with aid of water pumped from hillside, a helping hand, a securely fenced off location and for what? I stood and marveled at the impulse which had flowered into the scene I stood before.
But as I mocked those foolish enough to not enjoy my misery, I heard the innocent laughter of an enthusiastic child. Explaining the difference between the types of peppers and cutting tomatoes for us to try. My taste buds told me I was wrong. Her joy made me envious of the appreciation I seem to have lost. And as I walked between sunflower stalks and corn husks I found myself dwarfed. Lost in luscious greens with glorious scents, sweet flavors still dancing in my mouth, I closed my eyes and inhaled the hint of pine over the pungent spices. Wind made the motion of leaves rustle in my ears as they danced to their own slow waltz. I waited for a long time savoring the garden. And when the sun left, I followed. Later that night I stood before a mirror and saw my cynical lens through freshly opened eyes, finally ripe enough to enjoy.
But as I mocked those foolish enough to not enjoy my misery, I heard the innocent laughter of an enthusiastic child. Explaining the difference between the types of peppers and cutting tomatoes for us to try. My taste buds told me I was wrong. Her joy made me envious of the appreciation I seem to have lost. And as I walked between sunflower stalks and corn husks I found myself dwarfed. Lost in luscious greens with glorious scents, sweet flavors still dancing in my mouth, I closed my eyes and inhaled the hint of pine over the pungent spices. Wind made the motion of leaves rustle in my ears as they danced to their own slow waltz. I waited for a long time savoring the garden. And when the sun left, I followed. Later that night I stood before a mirror and saw my cynical lens through freshly opened eyes, finally ripe enough to enjoy.
8/18/2008
Diamond in the rough
Diamond in the rough,
You’ll get cut up before they see the beauty you can be.
Diamond in the rough,
Prepare
to be broken,
to be made into a token of affection,
to be his hope when he’s on bended knee.
And soon you will see,
Only you’re powerful enough to break yourself.
The dust of identity becomes a tool of technology.
You’re clear cut and costly
Pave over the hostilities
Leaving casualties in your wake
For a love he can’t forsake.
And in the evening shade
Memories will fade
Rough edges
Worn down to the norm
Packaged and sold
Wrapped in gold
Another broken token of affection
You’ll get cut up before they see the beauty you can be.
Diamond in the rough,
Prepare
to be broken,
to be made into a token of affection,
to be his hope when he’s on bended knee.
And soon you will see,
Only you’re powerful enough to break yourself.
The dust of identity becomes a tool of technology.
You’re clear cut and costly
Pave over the hostilities
Leaving casualties in your wake
For a love he can’t forsake.
And in the evening shade
Memories will fade
Rough edges
Worn down to the norm
Packaged and sold
Wrapped in gold
Another broken token of affection
8/17/2008
Champions of the little screen
Champions of the little screen and reality
Larger than life by the smallest of margins
Anthems and exhausted answers to an awed audience
Five rings and a crowd’s ringing cheers
Olympic sized achievement battles Olympic sized fear
Flags rise and dreams set
But the best has yet to come.
Larger than life by the smallest of margins
Anthems and exhausted answers to an awed audience
Five rings and a crowd’s ringing cheers
Olympic sized achievement battles Olympic sized fear
Flags rise and dreams set
But the best has yet to come.
8/09/2008
like a poem
He thought:
Life should be like a poem,
Short and sweet.
So he wore a tie of rope and his favorite suit,
Dressed it up with the innocence of youth,
And rested his feet on the clouds.
Life should be like a poem,
Short and sweet.
So he wore a tie of rope and his favorite suit,
Dressed it up with the innocence of youth,
And rested his feet on the clouds.
8/07/2008
Unspoken
Sargent Pepper’s lonely hearts at a mixer
Fixer up homes require million dollar loans
California cuisine is just our identities fused on a plate
It makes me queezy. I’m alone in company.
I walked into a room of familiar faces I’ve never met.
Monet could make my first impressions beautiful
But I’m full of doubt and details complicate the picture
I’m just a social fixture and my voice blends with the radio
Just white noise to fill the awkward silences, almost violent
They send smoke signals and enjoy short term memory loss
I’m at a loss of what to do,
I don’t smoke and my signal won’t reach you
So I smile and enjoy not knowing anyone in my company
Yet I wonder,
Do they know? Could they read my mind?
Can they hear your name?
Unspoken.
Fixer up homes require million dollar loans
California cuisine is just our identities fused on a plate
It makes me queezy. I’m alone in company.
I walked into a room of familiar faces I’ve never met.
Monet could make my first impressions beautiful
But I’m full of doubt and details complicate the picture
I’m just a social fixture and my voice blends with the radio
Just white noise to fill the awkward silences, almost violent
They send smoke signals and enjoy short term memory loss
I’m at a loss of what to do,
I don’t smoke and my signal won’t reach you
So I smile and enjoy not knowing anyone in my company
Yet I wonder,
Do they know? Could they read my mind?
Can they hear your name?
Unspoken.
8/05/2008
Clean Slate
Laundry lists and hiss-y fits, we need to clean this crap up
Left overs and do overs, they make me want to throw up
Marker stains and monkey brains, you need to grow up
Conversations filled with accusations, can we please shut up?
It’s time for a clean slate, new date
For the white board to be wiped clean
It’s time for an escape, new fate
And some free time for just me
I’ve got a side project on hold for your fool’s gold fantasy
We can’t edit-undo so can we just let this be?
Drunk dialed mistakes, and designer fakes, please don’t mock me
We’re stringing this along, replaying fights, time to end this tragedy
It’s time for a clean slate, new date
For the white board to be wiped clean
It’s time for an escape, new fate
And some free time for just me
I don’t want to lose you, or make you think I don’t care
We’ve flat tired this ride, and I won’t waste the spare
I’m not blaming you, the fault is mine too, I won’t be unfair
It’s just time to move on, we’re going nowhere
It’s time for a clean slate, new date
For the white board to be wiped clean
It’s time for an escape, new fate
And some free time for just me
I need some free time
To rewind
And just be
me
Left overs and do overs, they make me want to throw up
Marker stains and monkey brains, you need to grow up
Conversations filled with accusations, can we please shut up?
It’s time for a clean slate, new date
For the white board to be wiped clean
It’s time for an escape, new fate
And some free time for just me
I’ve got a side project on hold for your fool’s gold fantasy
We can’t edit-undo so can we just let this be?
Drunk dialed mistakes, and designer fakes, please don’t mock me
We’re stringing this along, replaying fights, time to end this tragedy
It’s time for a clean slate, new date
For the white board to be wiped clean
It’s time for an escape, new fate
And some free time for just me
I don’t want to lose you, or make you think I don’t care
We’ve flat tired this ride, and I won’t waste the spare
I’m not blaming you, the fault is mine too, I won’t be unfair
It’s just time to move on, we’re going nowhere
It’s time for a clean slate, new date
For the white board to be wiped clean
It’s time for an escape, new fate
And some free time for just me
I need some free time
To rewind
And just be
me
Summer Flings
Orange peels and Lemon zest
Citrus got the best of me
Summer smoothies and summer cuties
It’s the season to be
a flirt
Summer sunshine and smokey skies
California air tainted with grass fires
Seasonal friendships and frustrating flings
It just makes me want to sing
a cliche song
Another party song
about love gone wrong
And by love we mean
another summer fling
So sing sing sing and dance
Fall into a summer trance
Lose your mind and inhibitions
Fall into a citrus vision
And admit:
You’re no better than the people you judge
You can never let go of a grudge
You’ll let loose the moment you can
And that’s why you’re another fan
of summer flings
Temporary morality
You’ll let go when out of sight
Wishing for a higher salary
To take you farther every night
Another bottle of booze
Another stranger who’s been used
And you wake up and want to sing
Another party song
about love gone wrong
And by love we mean
another summer fling
So sing sing sing and dance
Fall into a summer trance
Lose your mind and inhibitions
Fall into a citrus vision
And admit:
You’re no better than the people you judge
You can never let go of a grudge
You’ll let loose the moment you can
And that’s why you’re another fan
of summer flings
Citrus got the best of me
Summer smoothies and summer cuties
It’s the season to be
a flirt
Summer sunshine and smokey skies
California air tainted with grass fires
Seasonal friendships and frustrating flings
It just makes me want to sing
a cliche song
Another party song
about love gone wrong
And by love we mean
another summer fling
So sing sing sing and dance
Fall into a summer trance
Lose your mind and inhibitions
Fall into a citrus vision
And admit:
You’re no better than the people you judge
You can never let go of a grudge
You’ll let loose the moment you can
And that’s why you’re another fan
of summer flings
Temporary morality
You’ll let go when out of sight
Wishing for a higher salary
To take you farther every night
Another bottle of booze
Another stranger who’s been used
And you wake up and want to sing
Another party song
about love gone wrong
And by love we mean
another summer fling
So sing sing sing and dance
Fall into a summer trance
Lose your mind and inhibitions
Fall into a citrus vision
And admit:
You’re no better than the people you judge
You can never let go of a grudge
You’ll let loose the moment you can
And that’s why you’re another fan
of summer flings
Wake Me
Starlight and battles beyond imagination
Dreamland wars and international relations
Is this all a sick game we’re playing?
Are we laying in our graves and praying?
WHY
Please wake me up
I’m having another nightmare
Please wake me up
I won’t care about being groggy
Save me from my madness
Or else I’ll wake up still dreaming
Hot air balloons carried friends away
Hindenburg explosions stayed in my mind
And I’m standing on the shore powerless again
I float with my ashes and stare at the sky asking
WHY
Please wake me up
I’m having another nightmare
Please wake me up
I won’t care about being groggy
Save me from my madness
Or else I’ll wake up still dreaming
My best friend strangled me and became a white tiger
My parents became dishonest and I found them liars
Ripped to shreds and with salted wounds bleeding
I had no clue where the road was leading
WHY
Please wake me up
I’m having another nightmare
Please wake me up
I won’t care about being groggy
Save me from my madness
Or else I’ll wake up still dreaming
I tried to fly and tripped midair on a tree
Broke my arms, lost my wings and gravity got me
Backyard broken bones and barely there
Surrounded by people who wouldn’t care
WHY
Please wake me up
I’m having another nightmare
Please wake me up
I won’t care about being groggy
Save me from my madness
Or else I’ll wake up still dreaming
Please wake me up
I won’t care about being groggy
Save me from my madness
I’m awake and dreaming
another nightmare
So please wake me.
Dreamland wars and international relations
Is this all a sick game we’re playing?
Are we laying in our graves and praying?
WHY
Please wake me up
I’m having another nightmare
Please wake me up
I won’t care about being groggy
Save me from my madness
Or else I’ll wake up still dreaming
Hot air balloons carried friends away
Hindenburg explosions stayed in my mind
And I’m standing on the shore powerless again
I float with my ashes and stare at the sky asking
WHY
Please wake me up
I’m having another nightmare
Please wake me up
I won’t care about being groggy
Save me from my madness
Or else I’ll wake up still dreaming
My best friend strangled me and became a white tiger
My parents became dishonest and I found them liars
Ripped to shreds and with salted wounds bleeding
I had no clue where the road was leading
WHY
Please wake me up
I’m having another nightmare
Please wake me up
I won’t care about being groggy
Save me from my madness
Or else I’ll wake up still dreaming
I tried to fly and tripped midair on a tree
Broke my arms, lost my wings and gravity got me
Backyard broken bones and barely there
Surrounded by people who wouldn’t care
WHY
Please wake me up
I’m having another nightmare
Please wake me up
I won’t care about being groggy
Save me from my madness
Or else I’ll wake up still dreaming
Please wake me up
I won’t care about being groggy
Save me from my madness
I’m awake and dreaming
another nightmare
So please wake me.
8/01/2008
249
Two forty nine in the morning and I’m mourning the loss of my motivation. I can barely be dragged from my bed. I can barely be forced to bed. My routine drags like a child’s teddy bear. Dirt stained and loved with indifferent adoration. Beat up and falling apart, but still held close for comfort every night. With the strike of a match dry smoke fills the air and I inhale deeply savoring the scent before lighting a candle before cultural idols. Blowing out the match to avoid burning my fingers, I try to think a thought or two that could add some profound meaning to this day. Nothing comes to mind and I strike a bell to announce my presence to any god who might listen: I’m here! I’m too tired of thinking to maintain consciousness, but the exhaustion that usually pushes me through my day has slacked off. Why is it without exhaustion I can’t sleep through the entire night? Why is it the lack of exhaustion is equally exhausting? And why do this useless thoughts run on repeat as if they held some meaningful answers to an oracle’s questions? My motivation has been buried and exhumed. It was lit in a funeral pyre and after two weeks of reflection set free in the running water. And still it’s ghost troubles me as I wander away from it, meandering without its purpose I find myself passively falling into routines that drag, and I hope my child-god will still love me when I am dirt stained and scarred.
7/31/2008
Nonsensical Lyrics and Crayon Maps
Skip into quicksand and sink into sofa cushions
Piano keys to your car got lost in Pandora’s purse
Curse the cookie monster and grab a marmalade jar
We’ll go so far if you don’t know who we are
Nonsensical lyrics don’t make you deeper
Being sexy doesn’t mean you’re not a creeper
Crayon maps to pirate treasure
I want the kid’s menu back
I’m 4 years old at heart, why can’t I act like it?
Listen to sidewalk chalk and draw corner café talk
Eavesdropping over ice cream got me lost in mint chips
Lips on billboards with mustaches sharpie-d above
Dali would be proud at the surreal looking crowd
Nonsensical lyrics don’t make you deeper
Being sexy doesn’t mean you’re not a creeper
Crayon maps to pirate treasure
I want the kid’s menu back
I’m 4 years old at heart, why can’t I act like it?
Tricycle to town, and avoid the city tonight
Orchid lays on graduates who can’t pay attention
The onion headlines define the trivia on her mind
Skipping stones, cutting class, Do not pass me by
Nonsensical lyrics don’t make you deeper
Being sexy doesn’t mean you’re not a creeper
Crayon maps to pirate treasure
I want the kid’s menu back
I’m 4 years old at heart, why can’t I act like it?
I want my kids menu and discounted prices
Wax stains on the car seats where crayons melted
Sand on the floor, boys toys or girls toys in the car door
McDonald’s stop making me define my identity
I’m a boy cuz I don’t like Barbie
Sink into quicksand, fall into dreamland, this wasn’t planned
Dance like dynamite, stay up all night
Sing nonsensical lyrics and try to be deeper
Before you sink into quicksand
and fall into dreamland
Like a boy who likes Barbies
And a girl who likes Hot Wheels.
Piano keys to your car got lost in Pandora’s purse
Curse the cookie monster and grab a marmalade jar
We’ll go so far if you don’t know who we are
Nonsensical lyrics don’t make you deeper
Being sexy doesn’t mean you’re not a creeper
Crayon maps to pirate treasure
I want the kid’s menu back
I’m 4 years old at heart, why can’t I act like it?
Listen to sidewalk chalk and draw corner café talk
Eavesdropping over ice cream got me lost in mint chips
Lips on billboards with mustaches sharpie-d above
Dali would be proud at the surreal looking crowd
Nonsensical lyrics don’t make you deeper
Being sexy doesn’t mean you’re not a creeper
Crayon maps to pirate treasure
I want the kid’s menu back
I’m 4 years old at heart, why can’t I act like it?
Tricycle to town, and avoid the city tonight
Orchid lays on graduates who can’t pay attention
The onion headlines define the trivia on her mind
Skipping stones, cutting class, Do not pass me by
Nonsensical lyrics don’t make you deeper
Being sexy doesn’t mean you’re not a creeper
Crayon maps to pirate treasure
I want the kid’s menu back
I’m 4 years old at heart, why can’t I act like it?
I want my kids menu and discounted prices
Wax stains on the car seats where crayons melted
Sand on the floor, boys toys or girls toys in the car door
McDonald’s stop making me define my identity
I’m a boy cuz I don’t like Barbie
Sink into quicksand, fall into dreamland, this wasn’t planned
Dance like dynamite, stay up all night
Sing nonsensical lyrics and try to be deeper
Before you sink into quicksand
and fall into dreamland
Like a boy who likes Barbies
And a girl who likes Hot Wheels.
Darkness fails to distract
Darkness fails to distract
Heartache and headaches
Sore losers can’t quit thinking
While the victors are drinking
Tonight I’m the loser
The hoser
The fool on the hill
I lose my will power
And tonight loss is sour
Suburban sounds and dishwasher drone
Reminders I’m sitting home alone
Tomorrow’s agenda is completely booked
But for now I’m overlooked
Heartache and headaches
Sore losers can’t quit thinking
While the victors are drinking
Tonight I’m the loser
The hoser
The fool on the hill
I lose my will power
And tonight loss is sour
Suburban sounds and dishwasher drone
Reminders I’m sitting home alone
Tomorrow’s agenda is completely booked
But for now I’m overlooked
7/30/2008
Verbs
Sing dance twist shout
Tell me what it’s all about
Hum waltz lead spin
Tell me did the lakers win?
Jump ski fall hop
Tell me he’s not a fop
Rhyme reason speak bow
Tell me why, tell me how
How did these verbs come to be?
How did we name all these activities?
Saunter down the street, meander with me
I want to live with verb variety
Play poke hope pray
Tell me what you thought today
Hug flirt define hurt
Tell me and don’t be curt
Chirp chip sit skip
Tell me another quip
Lay loop love lie
Tell me that you’ll try
How did these verbs come to be?
How did we name all these activities?
Saunter down the street, meander with me
I want to live with verb variety
Clean cut chill chat
Tell me what’s up with that?
Tune type tare treat
Tell me what makes you sweet?
Fly float fling ring
Tell me you’ll try to sing
Sway roll tackle hold
Tell me you’ll stay bold
How did these verbs come to be?
How did we name all these activities?
Saunter down the street, meander with me
I want to live with verb variety
I want to squeeze your hand
Understand your thoughts
Guide your adventures
Take you to shops
Defenestrate expectations
Hobnob with a crowd
Photograph a fountain
Float through a cloud
Circumvent debates
Accelerate through lights
Discuss endeavors
Avoid mosquito bites
How did these verbs come to be?
How did we name all these activities?
Saunter down the street, meander with me
I want to live with verb variety
Tell me what it’s all about
Hum waltz lead spin
Tell me did the lakers win?
Jump ski fall hop
Tell me he’s not a fop
Rhyme reason speak bow
Tell me why, tell me how
How did these verbs come to be?
How did we name all these activities?
Saunter down the street, meander with me
I want to live with verb variety
Play poke hope pray
Tell me what you thought today
Hug flirt define hurt
Tell me and don’t be curt
Chirp chip sit skip
Tell me another quip
Lay loop love lie
Tell me that you’ll try
How did these verbs come to be?
How did we name all these activities?
Saunter down the street, meander with me
I want to live with verb variety
Clean cut chill chat
Tell me what’s up with that?
Tune type tare treat
Tell me what makes you sweet?
Fly float fling ring
Tell me you’ll try to sing
Sway roll tackle hold
Tell me you’ll stay bold
How did these verbs come to be?
How did we name all these activities?
Saunter down the street, meander with me
I want to live with verb variety
I want to squeeze your hand
Understand your thoughts
Guide your adventures
Take you to shops
Defenestrate expectations
Hobnob with a crowd
Photograph a fountain
Float through a cloud
Circumvent debates
Accelerate through lights
Discuss endeavors
Avoid mosquito bites
How did these verbs come to be?
How did we name all these activities?
Saunter down the street, meander with me
I want to live with verb variety
Talent and Passion
Don’t you dare confuse talent and passion
I can smash a guitar and beat your brains
But that is no where near the same
I can make extreme faces and be open
I can open my mouth and hope when
I speak it will be an amazing show
But we know how that goes
So don’t you dare confuse talent and passion
I’ll intensely dance around my visions with indecision
But passionate pursuit of a mirage will lead to another garage band
You’ve got the talent to land you in the music books
I can smash a guitar and beat your brains
But that is no where near the same
I can make extreme faces and be open
I can open my mouth and hope when
I speak it will be an amazing show
But we know how that goes
So don’t you dare confuse talent and passion
I’ll intensely dance around my visions with indecision
But passionate pursuit of a mirage will lead to another garage band
You’ve got the talent to land you in the music books
Free
Free time stings when you’ve got clipped wings
I need a band, a beat, a melody on repeat
I’ve got things to express but I’m lacking words
Feelings expand and create new worlds
In my universe the muses are spinning
Black holes and Cheshire cats grinning
Breathe in and exhale a melody
Touch your soul with music and be
Free
Summer heat simmers on the pavement
Watching the world, I stare in amazement
Magic moments and childlike bliss
I want to express the honest joy in a kiss
In my universe the muses are spinning
Black holes with Cheshire cats grinning
Breathe in and exhale a melody
Touch your soul with music and be
Free
An empty pocket, no currency to hold
Mountains are dotted with fool’s gold
But I’m rich with awareness as I sigh
Lyrics won’t flow as I become tongue-tied
In my universe the muses are spinning
Black holes with Cheshire cats grinning
Breathe in and exhale a melody
Touch your soul with music and be
Free
In my universe there’s so much beauty
And I’m savoring my youth
See every moment, gilded with life
Committed to joy like a man to his wife
I’ll just breathe in and exhale a melody
Touch your soul with music and be
free
I guarantee I’ll be free
When I’m floating through my melodies
Like hope
I need a band, a beat, a melody on repeat
I’ve got things to express but I’m lacking words
Feelings expand and create new worlds
In my universe the muses are spinning
Black holes and Cheshire cats grinning
Breathe in and exhale a melody
Touch your soul with music and be
Free
Summer heat simmers on the pavement
Watching the world, I stare in amazement
Magic moments and childlike bliss
I want to express the honest joy in a kiss
In my universe the muses are spinning
Black holes with Cheshire cats grinning
Breathe in and exhale a melody
Touch your soul with music and be
Free
An empty pocket, no currency to hold
Mountains are dotted with fool’s gold
But I’m rich with awareness as I sigh
Lyrics won’t flow as I become tongue-tied
In my universe the muses are spinning
Black holes with Cheshire cats grinning
Breathe in and exhale a melody
Touch your soul with music and be
Free
In my universe there’s so much beauty
And I’m savoring my youth
See every moment, gilded with life
Committed to joy like a man to his wife
I’ll just breathe in and exhale a melody
Touch your soul with music and be
free
I guarantee I’ll be free
When I’m floating through my melodies
Like hope
Nothing to Say
I think I’ve run out of things to say
My audience has run away
Their hair was going grey
And I was still speaking.
My audience has run away
Their hair was going grey
And I was still speaking.
Dissect my mind
Dissect my mind
Discover new meaning
Simply being is never enough
And reflecting on what’s past will bring good luck
Discover new meaning
Simply being is never enough
And reflecting on what’s past will bring good luck
Undefined tonight
The sun rises to the East Village and illuminates what’s on my mind
Facing west to the California coast I’m feeling undefined
Sun rays fall on Boston between the morning clouds
Though a guitar waits for my melodies, I can’t speak aloud
Cut for a scene
Pan the camera right
See the pollution of industrial light
Dangle feet above death
Remember you’re alive
Even if you’re undefined tonight
Facing west to the California coast I’m feeling undefined
Sun rays fall on Boston between the morning clouds
Though a guitar waits for my melodies, I can’t speak aloud
Cut for a scene
Pan the camera right
See the pollution of industrial light
Dangle feet above death
Remember you’re alive
Even if you’re undefined tonight
Dying in Dull
Old friends, new friends, dead end ties
Tied up moments, so so events and
I’m tired of the social network knot
Stuck like a blot clot
Heart attack will follow
Choke and you can’t swallow
I’m dying in dull
I’m dying in dull
Lullabies and goodbyes
Don’t sympathize
Just wake me up
Old tunes, new tunes, untuned guitar
Got far on one tank, but don’t bank on it
I’m tired of the ridiculous gas prices
Bugs me like lice, yes
Parasites are irksome
Just like the jerk some
Idiot in traffic who cut you off again
I’m dying in dull
I’m dying in dull
Lullabies and goodbyes
Don’t sympathize
Just wake me up
Old shows, new shows, So it goes
Woes on news reports and in courts
Sue me, sue her, sue lucifer
The devil knows something
But I’ll tell you one thing
So do scientists - zing
I’m dying in dull
I’m running on a treadmill
I’m running on repeat
I’m on autopilot again
Admit defeat then
Die in dull
This lull in life
Lullabies and goodbyes
Don’t sympathize
Just help me open my eyes
Tied up moments, so so events and
I’m tired of the social network knot
Stuck like a blot clot
Heart attack will follow
Choke and you can’t swallow
I’m dying in dull
I’m dying in dull
Lullabies and goodbyes
Don’t sympathize
Just wake me up
Old tunes, new tunes, untuned guitar
Got far on one tank, but don’t bank on it
I’m tired of the ridiculous gas prices
Bugs me like lice, yes
Parasites are irksome
Just like the jerk some
Idiot in traffic who cut you off again
I’m dying in dull
I’m dying in dull
Lullabies and goodbyes
Don’t sympathize
Just wake me up
Old shows, new shows, So it goes
Woes on news reports and in courts
Sue me, sue her, sue lucifer
The devil knows something
But I’ll tell you one thing
So do scientists - zing
I’m dying in dull
I’m running on a treadmill
I’m running on repeat
I’m on autopilot again
Admit defeat then
Die in dull
This lull in life
Lullabies and goodbyes
Don’t sympathize
Just help me open my eyes
Fresh on Monday
Stress is best
served fresh on Monday
But today’s a sun day
So do this my way
and enjoy the weekend
Stress is best
served hot in the office
But let’s just talk this
through and break the rules
enjoy the weekend
I know you’ve got two papers due
I know you’re trying to pull through
Academia is exhausting
Look at the cost
see yourself spent
The day went and you’ve been typing all night
is this worth the hype?
If so, I’ll go, and let you know you’ll always have my support
But if not, this crazy cohort has a better plans and it says
Stress is best
served fresh on Monday
But today’s a sun day
So do this my way
and enjoy the weekend
Stress is best
served hot in the office
But let’s just talk this
through and break the rules
enjoy the weekend
I know you’ve been eating granola bars
I know your car’s been parked all day
Academia is exhausting
Look at the cost
see yourself spent
The day went and you’ve been typing all night
is this worth the hype?
If so, I’ll go, and let you know you’ll always have my support
But if not, this crazy cohort has a better plans and it says
Stress is best
served fresh on Monday
But today’s a sun day
So do this my way
and enjoy the weekend
Stress is best
served hot in the office
But let’s just talk this
through and break the rules
enjoy the weekend
Your homework’s destroyed your disposition
I’d hate to be in your position
Academia is exhausting
Look at the cost
see yourself spent
The day went and you’ve been typing all night
is this worth the hype?
If so, I’ll go, and let you know you’ll always have my support
But if not, this crazy cohort has a better plans and it says
Stress is best
served fresh on Monday
But today’s a sun day
So do this my way
and enjoy the weekend
Stress is best
served hot in the office
But let’s just talk this
through and break the rules
enjoy the weekend
I’ve been there too, 2 am with too much to do
But I beach bum to unwind and undo the effects
Academia is exhausting
Look at the cost
I see myself spent
The day went and I’d still been typing at 5 am
It’s just barely worth the hype
But I know, you’re busy, so this will the best for me
And when you’ve got time, look for this half of the we
Because
Stress is best
served fresh on Monday
But today’s a sun day
So do this my way
and enjoy the weekend
Stress is best
served hot in the office
But let’s just talk this
through and break the rules
enjoy the weekend
served fresh on Monday
But today’s a sun day
So do this my way
and enjoy the weekend
Stress is best
served hot in the office
But let’s just talk this
through and break the rules
enjoy the weekend
I know you’ve got two papers due
I know you’re trying to pull through
Academia is exhausting
Look at the cost
see yourself spent
The day went and you’ve been typing all night
is this worth the hype?
If so, I’ll go, and let you know you’ll always have my support
But if not, this crazy cohort has a better plans and it says
Stress is best
served fresh on Monday
But today’s a sun day
So do this my way
and enjoy the weekend
Stress is best
served hot in the office
But let’s just talk this
through and break the rules
enjoy the weekend
I know you’ve been eating granola bars
I know your car’s been parked all day
Academia is exhausting
Look at the cost
see yourself spent
The day went and you’ve been typing all night
is this worth the hype?
If so, I’ll go, and let you know you’ll always have my support
But if not, this crazy cohort has a better plans and it says
Stress is best
served fresh on Monday
But today’s a sun day
So do this my way
and enjoy the weekend
Stress is best
served hot in the office
But let’s just talk this
through and break the rules
enjoy the weekend
Your homework’s destroyed your disposition
I’d hate to be in your position
Academia is exhausting
Look at the cost
see yourself spent
The day went and you’ve been typing all night
is this worth the hype?
If so, I’ll go, and let you know you’ll always have my support
But if not, this crazy cohort has a better plans and it says
Stress is best
served fresh on Monday
But today’s a sun day
So do this my way
and enjoy the weekend
Stress is best
served hot in the office
But let’s just talk this
through and break the rules
enjoy the weekend
I’ve been there too, 2 am with too much to do
But I beach bum to unwind and undo the effects
Academia is exhausting
Look at the cost
I see myself spent
The day went and I’d still been typing at 5 am
It’s just barely worth the hype
But I know, you’re busy, so this will the best for me
And when you’ve got time, look for this half of the we
Because
Stress is best
served fresh on Monday
But today’s a sun day
So do this my way
and enjoy the weekend
Stress is best
served hot in the office
But let’s just talk this
through and break the rules
enjoy the weekend
7/29/2008
Crayola Scents
I’ve gone out with a bang
Rang your house one too many times
And forgot all the lines I wanted to say
Oh well
Explode my brain
Numb the pain
You remind me why
It’s so refreshing to cry
Wake up my soul
Make me feel old
I long for crayola scents
My childhood amusements
Somewhere outside
I’ll hide in memories
And if you’re working too hard
In your cubical on a business card
Making conference calls all day
Where everyone talks with nothing to say
Oh well
Explode my brain
Numb the pain
You remind me why
It’s so refreshing to cry
Wake up my soul
Make me feel old
I long for crayola scents
My childhood amusements
Somewhere outside
I’ll hide in memories
Nine to fives followed by drinks in bars
Stumbling home to the tune of cat calls
Everyone wants a piece of your heart
Or ass, ask them why and they’ll lie
About your eyes
Explode my brain
Numb the pain
You remind me why
It’s so refreshing to cry
Wake up my soul
Make me feel old
I long for crayola scents
My childhood amusements
Somewhere outside
I’ll hide in memories
This grown up world you’re playing in
Makes me want to lay in bed with a book
Read the pictures under balloon light fixtures
Fall in love with the texture of my pillow
Oh well
I’ll just numb my brain
Dream of rain
You remind me why
It’s so refreshing to cry
Euthanize my soul
Lay me out in the cold
I long for crayola scents
My childhood amusements
Somewhere outside
I’ll hide in memories
With the old me
And your memory
Rang your house one too many times
And forgot all the lines I wanted to say
Oh well
Explode my brain
Numb the pain
You remind me why
It’s so refreshing to cry
Wake up my soul
Make me feel old
I long for crayola scents
My childhood amusements
Somewhere outside
I’ll hide in memories
And if you’re working too hard
In your cubical on a business card
Making conference calls all day
Where everyone talks with nothing to say
Oh well
Explode my brain
Numb the pain
You remind me why
It’s so refreshing to cry
Wake up my soul
Make me feel old
I long for crayola scents
My childhood amusements
Somewhere outside
I’ll hide in memories
Nine to fives followed by drinks in bars
Stumbling home to the tune of cat calls
Everyone wants a piece of your heart
Or ass, ask them why and they’ll lie
About your eyes
Explode my brain
Numb the pain
You remind me why
It’s so refreshing to cry
Wake up my soul
Make me feel old
I long for crayola scents
My childhood amusements
Somewhere outside
I’ll hide in memories
This grown up world you’re playing in
Makes me want to lay in bed with a book
Read the pictures under balloon light fixtures
Fall in love with the texture of my pillow
Oh well
I’ll just numb my brain
Dream of rain
You remind me why
It’s so refreshing to cry
Euthanize my soul
Lay me out in the cold
I long for crayola scents
My childhood amusements
Somewhere outside
I’ll hide in memories
With the old me
And your memory
7/27/2008
Fences
This land is separated by fences.
Your land.
His land.
Her land.
Their land.
You landed on my mind.
But this land, separated by fences is not my land.
Sitting on a rock just beyond the tide pools watching the separation of a continent,
I can’t get across the divide from across the moat.
So he had his land.
And she had hers.
Caught in the middle some sat on white picket fences,
defenseless without property to speak for.
Like scars across the earth
We divided the land, and claimed to know the worth
Sitting beyond the tide pools I don’t need a fence to defend myself.
I’m grounded on my rock and the ocean will define my borders.
Until I drown.
Your land.
His land.
Her land.
Their land.
You landed on my mind.
But this land, separated by fences is not my land.
Sitting on a rock just beyond the tide pools watching the separation of a continent,
I can’t get across the divide from across the moat.
So he had his land.
And she had hers.
Caught in the middle some sat on white picket fences,
defenseless without property to speak for.
Like scars across the earth
We divided the land, and claimed to know the worth
Sitting beyond the tide pools I don’t need a fence to defend myself.
I’m grounded on my rock and the ocean will define my borders.
Until I drown.
7/26/2008
Stolen Moments
I sip stale coffee from a ceramic mug and watch through windows, the way he holds a bouquet of roses wrapped in brown paper. Watching the street for his lover, he is unaware of those side-stepping around his feet. Stop signs, street lights, he curses them all. Waiting is agony with the whisper of joy in the ticks of the clock which pull him through time towards the infinite moment, the half smile and shy glance downward, embarrassed by the deserved attention. Stops signs, street lights, why? He taps his foot impatiently as if sending morse code messages through the sidewalk to fate itself. His nervous head twitches like a squirrel, but rather than scampering towards safety he waits in the open with his heart in his hand, blooming and beautiful. As a dingy honda civic approaches, his face breaks open with a smile and his eyes sparkle as he jogs towards the parking spot. The infinite moment, his partner has seen the roses and offers a half smile and a shy glance downward, embarrassed by the deserved attention. He pretends he was just looking at the seatbelt as he frees himself and escapes to a lover’s arms. A long hug. Deep squeeze. Light peck on the cheek before a bashful retreat into a shy smile as he opens one hand to accept the flowers, before offering the other to be held. A fair trade. Unlike my coffee. I bashfully retreat my attention into my mug, day-dreaming stories behind every stolen moment I’ve savored today.
7/24/2008
Rainbow Sherbet Fantasies
My rainbow sherbet fantasies
Are changing my reality to
Something
Sweeter
And my ice cream day dreams
Make my philosophies
deeper
My chocolate chips questions
Are more than suggestions
they’re
orders
And my strawberry suitcase
will take me
down to the border
I just woke up
But I don’t care
I’ll have
Ice cream for breakfast
So I know where
The sweetness went
Are changing my reality to
Something
Sweeter
And my ice cream day dreams
Make my philosophies
deeper
My chocolate chips questions
Are more than suggestions
they’re
orders
And my strawberry suitcase
will take me
down to the border
I just woke up
But I don’t care
I’ll have
Ice cream for breakfast
So I know where
The sweetness went
My world whirls
In one word you can turn a sentence from a phrase to a life term to be served
In one world you can jump fences across the pond and discover it’s all curved
In one word you can leave and lose me and a staged fantasy
In one whirl you can twirl the flags and conquer the world
My world whirls around you
Sunshine surrounds you
Glow like a lady
Shine like star
Be all that you are
And I’ll be happy to watch
In my mind you are a super hero who’s larger than life
In my mind you are sharper than any butcher’s knife
In my mind you dance like a diva and rule like a god
In my mind you are infinitely amazing and don’t phase me
My world whirls around you
Sunshine surrounds you
Glow like a lady
Shine like star
Be all that you are
And I’ll be happy to watch
In my life you tend to be absent and away
In my life you forget to call back for days
In my life you overpower my dreams with reality
In my life you ignore me and we go separate ways
But still
My world whirls around you
Sunshine surrounds you
Glow like a lady
Shine like star
Be all that you are
And I’ll be happy to watch
If you’ll allow me that privilege.
In one world you can jump fences across the pond and discover it’s all curved
In one word you can leave and lose me and a staged fantasy
In one whirl you can twirl the flags and conquer the world
My world whirls around you
Sunshine surrounds you
Glow like a lady
Shine like star
Be all that you are
And I’ll be happy to watch
In my mind you are a super hero who’s larger than life
In my mind you are sharper than any butcher’s knife
In my mind you dance like a diva and rule like a god
In my mind you are infinitely amazing and don’t phase me
My world whirls around you
Sunshine surrounds you
Glow like a lady
Shine like star
Be all that you are
And I’ll be happy to watch
In my life you tend to be absent and away
In my life you forget to call back for days
In my life you overpower my dreams with reality
In my life you ignore me and we go separate ways
But still
My world whirls around you
Sunshine surrounds you
Glow like a lady
Shine like star
Be all that you are
And I’ll be happy to watch
If you’ll allow me that privilege.
Repeat
Jump to conclusions
Indulge in delusions
Repeat what’s been said
Reread what’s been read
And we’ll keep repeating what came before
Father time’s knocking on the door
We have no time for originality
So let it be
Let it repeat
Let it be repeated
Until we
Can’t tell the originals from the covers
And can’t tell the flings from the lovers
Stereotype me
Box my personality
Repeat what’s been said
Reread what’s been read
And we’ll keep repeating what came before
Father time’s knocking on the door
We have no time for originality
So let it be
Let it repeat
Let it be repeated
Until we
Can’t tell the originals from the covers
And can’t tell the flings from the lovers
Make first impressions
And final conclusions
Repeat what’s been said
Reread what’s been read
And we’ll keep repeating what came before
Father time’s knocking on the door
We have no time for originality
So let it be
Let it repeat
Let it be repeated
Until we
Can’t tell the originals from the covers
And can’t tell the flings from the lovers
Lost in Illusion
Rebel by conforming
Repeat what’s been said
Reread what’s been read
And we’ll keep repeating what came before
Father time’s knocking on the door
We have no time for originality
So let it be
Let it repeat
Let it be repeated
Until we
Can’t tell the originals from the covers
And can’t tell the flings from the lovers
And I’ll be repeating what came before
Father time’s knocking on my door
I have no time for originality
So let it be
Let it repeat
Let it be repeated
And I
Can’t tell the originals from the covers
And can’t tell the flings from the lovers
So I’ll repeat myself
I’ll repeat myself
Repeat what’s been said
Reread what’s been read
I’ll just repeat myself
I’ll repeat myself
Repeat what’s been said
Reread what’s been read.
Indulge in delusions
Repeat what’s been said
Reread what’s been read
And we’ll keep repeating what came before
Father time’s knocking on the door
We have no time for originality
So let it be
Let it repeat
Let it be repeated
Until we
Can’t tell the originals from the covers
And can’t tell the flings from the lovers
Stereotype me
Box my personality
Repeat what’s been said
Reread what’s been read
And we’ll keep repeating what came before
Father time’s knocking on the door
We have no time for originality
So let it be
Let it repeat
Let it be repeated
Until we
Can’t tell the originals from the covers
And can’t tell the flings from the lovers
Make first impressions
And final conclusions
Repeat what’s been said
Reread what’s been read
And we’ll keep repeating what came before
Father time’s knocking on the door
We have no time for originality
So let it be
Let it repeat
Let it be repeated
Until we
Can’t tell the originals from the covers
And can’t tell the flings from the lovers
Lost in Illusion
Rebel by conforming
Repeat what’s been said
Reread what’s been read
And we’ll keep repeating what came before
Father time’s knocking on the door
We have no time for originality
So let it be
Let it repeat
Let it be repeated
Until we
Can’t tell the originals from the covers
And can’t tell the flings from the lovers
And I’ll be repeating what came before
Father time’s knocking on my door
I have no time for originality
So let it be
Let it repeat
Let it be repeated
And I
Can’t tell the originals from the covers
And can’t tell the flings from the lovers
So I’ll repeat myself
I’ll repeat myself
Repeat what’s been said
Reread what’s been read
I’ll just repeat myself
I’ll repeat myself
Repeat what’s been said
Reread what’s been read.
Loss
Loss is a punch in the gut
You didn’t see it coming
But you felt it when it came
Gut wenching
Heart twisting
shock
numb
wait
wait wait
hold on
grasp your thoughts
but you can’t hold on because you’re spinning and twisting and turning over every motion in your head trying to find an adjective when all you can feel is overwhelmed shocked socked in the face with the news you couldn’t expect didn’t expect shouldn’t expect and suddenly there’s too much to feel too much needing to be said and
silence
silence
heavy
punctuated with gasps for air and surrounded by four corners too sharp like the ache in your head and dull pain that’s gripping your chest and you’re doing your best to not stop because you can’t stop and if you stop you’re going to drop into a dungeon of resentment and hate those who don’t suffer the way you do now the ones who can afford to clown around the way you did yesterday and
heavy
silence
it’s violent and it shakes you, the stakes are too high the word home will make you cry so no one can say the word home don’t say the word home are you going home tonight? NO
I am beyond control in the land of the complexly complicated redundant words will be hurled and will be thrown towards any listener because this is too complicated for adjectives how dare you describe my pain when it’s the main thing in my life and the pain makes my mind spin and my eyes water and throat gets tighter till I can’t breathe and then I’m just me and empty and sore and aching all over like a punch to the gut after being stuck in a blender I’m a fender bender emotional wreck and heck with this I don’t dismiss it but words- words will weigh on me and I will repeat this and I will repeat this and I will repeat this until the ton of brick falls with the news that I’m not done reacting too and I will wait and wait and fall with the gravity of my new reality till I’m six feet under with you, because only you would know what to do.
You didn’t see it coming
But you felt it when it came
Gut wenching
Heart twisting
shock
numb
wait
wait wait
hold on
grasp your thoughts
but you can’t hold on because you’re spinning and twisting and turning over every motion in your head trying to find an adjective when all you can feel is overwhelmed shocked socked in the face with the news you couldn’t expect didn’t expect shouldn’t expect and suddenly there’s too much to feel too much needing to be said and
silence
silence
heavy
punctuated with gasps for air and surrounded by four corners too sharp like the ache in your head and dull pain that’s gripping your chest and you’re doing your best to not stop because you can’t stop and if you stop you’re going to drop into a dungeon of resentment and hate those who don’t suffer the way you do now the ones who can afford to clown around the way you did yesterday and
heavy
silence
it’s violent and it shakes you, the stakes are too high the word home will make you cry so no one can say the word home don’t say the word home are you going home tonight? NO
I am beyond control in the land of the complexly complicated redundant words will be hurled and will be thrown towards any listener because this is too complicated for adjectives how dare you describe my pain when it’s the main thing in my life and the pain makes my mind spin and my eyes water and throat gets tighter till I can’t breathe and then I’m just me and empty and sore and aching all over like a punch to the gut after being stuck in a blender I’m a fender bender emotional wreck and heck with this I don’t dismiss it but words- words will weigh on me and I will repeat this and I will repeat this and I will repeat this until the ton of brick falls with the news that I’m not done reacting too and I will wait and wait and fall with the gravity of my new reality till I’m six feet under with you, because only you would know what to do.
7/23/2008
dance with destiny
My car is crested with a salt layer that’s smooth and silky and makes it look dirty to everyone but me. The ocean’s mist at midnight is invisible and beyond my highbeams the waves crest and crash down upon broken rocks, debris and seaweed awashed on the sandy shore. I don’t hear the rhythmic tones riding the waves or the crickets chirp that seems infinite in its continuity. I just hear the sound of my own voice belting out my soul and saving me with the grace of an unknown god. Pent up emotions escape from my body as my foot sinks into the accelerator and I fly through space and time with the joy of a child thrown from their parent’s arms. I’m flying. But I will fall to a safe haven and at the crest of my accent, I see only the faces I love beaming at me. Bouncing back from the windows my voice echos in an embrace so strong that it holds my shoulders like a long absent friend in that first hug that you both ran towards. Bone crushing, skin tight and warmly jovial relief. The bass pounds with the same strength that the pacific uses when it beats upon the California coast line, and my mind is pulled by the rip tide into the music where I drown in sensation. Existence is a clean slate when on a date with yourself, any joke is acceptable, and despite any faults you know you’ll spend the night together. My car’s salty coat is smooth like satin, and is more elegant than any evening gown. And as I return home I savor it with my eyes, a reminder of the ball beneath the stars, the dance with destiny, and the freedom that brings out the best in me.
Desert Lightening
She speaks her mind and is always thinking. Like lightening sparks across the desert, her inspiration strikes randomly and dominates the horizon. Purposefully pulling prose out of her mind and twisting it around the mic, she shares a poetic existence with all who’ll sit and listen. A flirt who’s hot during the day but come night offers a cold shoulder, the extremes of her moods mystify many though the air is dry and her throat gets parched on phrases. Her beat-boxing rocks the ground like mustang hooves and the freedom of her speech is dangerously wild. With a smile, she’ll look your way before continuing about her day- always in the moment, leaving you forgotten.
Stuck today
The posters are falling off the walls
The post-its won’t stay on the page
Too much is out of place
This glue stick’s been dry for years
The rubber is cemented in place
My mind is stuck today
The world keeps spinning
The phone keeps ringing
Telemarketers never listen
And I’m always wishing
for the impossible
The post-its won’t stay on the page
Too much is out of place
This glue stick’s been dry for years
The rubber is cemented in place
My mind is stuck today
The world keeps spinning
The phone keeps ringing
Telemarketers never listen
And I’m always wishing
for the impossible
7/22/2008
Your Song
I want to be your song
I want to live in your lyrics
Play me like your muse
Just don’t play me for a fool
You can tap out the beats on my spine
Find a melody in my stride
Harmonize with my hands
Get me stuck in your head, unplanned
You can shuffle me with your friends
Mix me up to share then
Rip me and distribute
the pieces of my heart
I want to be your song
I want to live in your lyrics
Play me like your muse
Just don’t play me for a fool
Music sweetens the moment
Releases waves and torrents
Emotions raw and ready
But able to be paused for calls
Arrange yourself in my arms
Lift those legs in a crescendo
Sing a chorus to the clouds
Live two lives outloud
I just want to be your song
I want to live in your lyrics
I want to be your music
Frozen in time
I want to be your song
I want poetry to be sung
A melody to carry me through
On repeat, back to you
I want to live in your lyrics
Play me like your muse
Just don’t play me for a fool
You can tap out the beats on my spine
Find a melody in my stride
Harmonize with my hands
Get me stuck in your head, unplanned
You can shuffle me with your friends
Mix me up to share then
Rip me and distribute
the pieces of my heart
I want to be your song
I want to live in your lyrics
Play me like your muse
Just don’t play me for a fool
Music sweetens the moment
Releases waves and torrents
Emotions raw and ready
But able to be paused for calls
Arrange yourself in my arms
Lift those legs in a crescendo
Sing a chorus to the clouds
Live two lives outloud
I just want to be your song
I want to live in your lyrics
I want to be your music
Frozen in time
I want to be your song
I want poetry to be sung
A melody to carry me through
On repeat, back to you
7/21/2008
Internet Poetry
I can find a new cursor for my computer, rent a Toyota hybrid, or read poetry. The internet’s vast boundaries are ever expanding like the universe and looking through my windows I see only a glimpse.
My reality can be put for sale on craiglist, I can count on Google to find me answers without questions, and music will invade myspace in a bombardment of sounds.
Ads on how to lose weight will be in the corner of my friend’s page, and while waiting for things to load I will wonder why we call them webpages when they cannot be turned over like books and cannot be recycled like newsprint (Why is the news no longer printed?). I crumple my thoughts before sending them to the recycle bin - why is there no trash can on my computer when half of the content is spam anyway?
Pop ups dot my computer screen like ladybugs on leaves, but far less beautiful and not at all interesting to me.
Start in the lower left and explore the finite space and infinite possibilities. Down on the right numbers remind you of the time, your battery life, and keep you up to date with updates you don’t want.
I curse on occasion but my cursor was never a concern, and I am not interested in renting a car. Distractions multiply until finally I click the computer closed, and put my nose in a book. Limited to the width of it’s spine, there’s something divine in the simplicity of sitting with just a book and me.
My reality can be put for sale on craiglist, I can count on Google to find me answers without questions, and music will invade myspace in a bombardment of sounds.
Ads on how to lose weight will be in the corner of my friend’s page, and while waiting for things to load I will wonder why we call them webpages when they cannot be turned over like books and cannot be recycled like newsprint (Why is the news no longer printed?). I crumple my thoughts before sending them to the recycle bin - why is there no trash can on my computer when half of the content is spam anyway?
Pop ups dot my computer screen like ladybugs on leaves, but far less beautiful and not at all interesting to me.
Start in the lower left and explore the finite space and infinite possibilities. Down on the right numbers remind you of the time, your battery life, and keep you up to date with updates you don’t want.
I curse on occasion but my cursor was never a concern, and I am not interested in renting a car. Distractions multiply until finally I click the computer closed, and put my nose in a book. Limited to the width of it’s spine, there’s something divine in the simplicity of sitting with just a book and me.
7/20/2008
Hoping for Change
A lost afternoon, minutes slipped through the cracks on the sidewalks, and evening came like worms after the rain. Time had a gravelly sting as it passed me, rubbed me the wrong way, left me feeling raw and bruised. The morning’s cool breath had burnt up and was now moist and heavy seeping through the windows. A few errands had been checked off, but the majority of the day had been squandered staring through space without thinking. Blinking and breathing are the main things I’ve done with my morning. A cup of tea felt empty without a sprinkle of sweet conversation. Haze hung above, the stagnant smoke still blocking the mountains from my dining room view. Blue skies and too warm air wrap around and leak in through the window. The shadowy coolness of the shade cannot be found in this airy home, and for the rest of the evening I sit alone, turning my thoughts over every quarter of an hour hoping for some change.
Roman Goddess Razor
Ignorant voter, empty mind, echoing head, emotions raging red
Read the newspaper last year and fear’s been reigning ever since
Dunce hat fits well, tailored to fit to the times, we’re guilty of crimes
humanity replaced by vanity, mirrored in the media, repeated on the blogs
hog the limelight, burning bright lights and overdone hype
lemon-lime soda that’s caffeine free, yes men on the news all agree
we’re the generation who’s too lazy to breathe
I read the news today
Oh girl
This whirlwind whips up my emotions
Dry legs need lotion, the goddess of my razor
Fueling the latest craze or just another mass media market
Spark it and park it, gas prices got out of hand
So stay at home, and start another rock band
Boyfriends, Girlfriends, one way streets and dead ends
Deadbeat dads and the latest fads, broadcast on broadband
Yes we can! Raise your hand, be counted and count to ten
Control your emotions when we’re ignored yet again
Pen a letter to congress, digress into a rant, dress pants stained
Feigned attacks and listing what you lack, he likes your rack
But doesn’t see your mind, Find meaning in leaving
His colander mind, you slipped through, leaving your essence behind
Unwind like a cassette, You let yourself be tossed out
Another bout with reality versus your duality
I read the news today
Oh girl
This whirlwind whips up my emotions
Dry legs need lotion, the goddess of my razor
Fueling the latest craze or just another mass media market
Spark it and park it, gas prices got out of hand
So stay at home, and start another rock band
Sing songs to empty walls, decorate them like Escher
Another MC that wouldn’t agree with the status quo
That’s the way it goes, Or so would say Vonnegut
Who’d go on again, Rambling thoughts interrupted when
The chapter’d end and next thought began without an intro
Who needs it though? Glow tape and black lights
Stage fright under spot lights and Fresnel
Oh well, get over it hobo! Tech’s got a gobo to put in place
Make up your face and waste time while tech lines things up
Staged, restaged and strange estranged actors in this play
Reality got confused today, What does the media have to say?
I read the news today
Oh girl
This whirlwind whips up my emotions
Dry legs need lotion, the goddess of my razor
Fueling the latest craze or just another mass media market
Spark it and park it, gas prices got out of hand
So stay at home, and start another rock band
Pseudo-science is an art and I’ll take it apart
Interrupted by farts, ran for the doorknob
Corn on the cob, summer stereotypes and wet wipes to clean up
Shut up when you don’t have a point, Appoint a leader
Walmart greeters and trick or treaters are both friendly
And unwanted. Haunted house with phantom friends
Dead ends, discovered on google maps, keystroke types
Enough hype, used the internet to discover another lover
Covered your tracks, packed and tracked his path
E-stalker on facebook, figured she’d take another look
Never read a book, but knew spark notes and themes
Strawberries and cream flavored yogurt to comfort her hurt
I read the news today
Oh girl
This whirlwind whips up my emotions
Dry legs need lotion, the goddess of my razor
Fueling the latest craze or just another mass media market
Spark it and park it, gas prices got out of hand
So stay at home, and start another rock band
Sing your blues and technicolor fantasies
Change realities or just let them be
Rant about your pants and his sorry ass
Fail your class, sign said do not pass
On the right, go left or take a u turn
Burn baby burn, or at least earn a paycheck
Check your coat at the door, that dress? You whore
Wanted more! He said to the judge
Sweet like chocolate, thick like fudge
Black and white and read like the news
Now on youTube with 2 million views
I was the news today
Oh girl
This whirlwind whips up my emotions
Going through the motions, Roman Goddess like my razor
The latest craze or another mass media market
Sparked it! Parked it! Cuz gas prices got out of hand
So I stayed at home to start another rock band
I’m a Roman Goddess just like my razor
it’s the latest craze or something more
So open the door, and open the windows
The internet’s beckoning and I’m reckoning it’s my turn
Time to earn a paycheck or burn burn burn the midnight oil
Curses, foiled again. Try now or else when?
Burn the midnight oil and be a Roman goddess like my razor
I’m the latest craze or maybe just the latest crazy
Lazy-boy, oh girl! I read the news today. Oh girl, I read the news.
Read the newspaper last year and fear’s been reigning ever since
Dunce hat fits well, tailored to fit to the times, we’re guilty of crimes
humanity replaced by vanity, mirrored in the media, repeated on the blogs
hog the limelight, burning bright lights and overdone hype
lemon-lime soda that’s caffeine free, yes men on the news all agree
we’re the generation who’s too lazy to breathe
I read the news today
Oh girl
This whirlwind whips up my emotions
Dry legs need lotion, the goddess of my razor
Fueling the latest craze or just another mass media market
Spark it and park it, gas prices got out of hand
So stay at home, and start another rock band
Boyfriends, Girlfriends, one way streets and dead ends
Deadbeat dads and the latest fads, broadcast on broadband
Yes we can! Raise your hand, be counted and count to ten
Control your emotions when we’re ignored yet again
Pen a letter to congress, digress into a rant, dress pants stained
Feigned attacks and listing what you lack, he likes your rack
But doesn’t see your mind, Find meaning in leaving
His colander mind, you slipped through, leaving your essence behind
Unwind like a cassette, You let yourself be tossed out
Another bout with reality versus your duality
I read the news today
Oh girl
This whirlwind whips up my emotions
Dry legs need lotion, the goddess of my razor
Fueling the latest craze or just another mass media market
Spark it and park it, gas prices got out of hand
So stay at home, and start another rock band
Sing songs to empty walls, decorate them like Escher
Another MC that wouldn’t agree with the status quo
That’s the way it goes, Or so would say Vonnegut
Who’d go on again, Rambling thoughts interrupted when
The chapter’d end and next thought began without an intro
Who needs it though? Glow tape and black lights
Stage fright under spot lights and Fresnel
Oh well, get over it hobo! Tech’s got a gobo to put in place
Make up your face and waste time while tech lines things up
Staged, restaged and strange estranged actors in this play
Reality got confused today, What does the media have to say?
I read the news today
Oh girl
This whirlwind whips up my emotions
Dry legs need lotion, the goddess of my razor
Fueling the latest craze or just another mass media market
Spark it and park it, gas prices got out of hand
So stay at home, and start another rock band
Pseudo-science is an art and I’ll take it apart
Interrupted by farts, ran for the doorknob
Corn on the cob, summer stereotypes and wet wipes to clean up
Shut up when you don’t have a point, Appoint a leader
Walmart greeters and trick or treaters are both friendly
And unwanted. Haunted house with phantom friends
Dead ends, discovered on google maps, keystroke types
Enough hype, used the internet to discover another lover
Covered your tracks, packed and tracked his path
E-stalker on facebook, figured she’d take another look
Never read a book, but knew spark notes and themes
Strawberries and cream flavored yogurt to comfort her hurt
I read the news today
Oh girl
This whirlwind whips up my emotions
Dry legs need lotion, the goddess of my razor
Fueling the latest craze or just another mass media market
Spark it and park it, gas prices got out of hand
So stay at home, and start another rock band
Sing your blues and technicolor fantasies
Change realities or just let them be
Rant about your pants and his sorry ass
Fail your class, sign said do not pass
On the right, go left or take a u turn
Burn baby burn, or at least earn a paycheck
Check your coat at the door, that dress? You whore
Wanted more! He said to the judge
Sweet like chocolate, thick like fudge
Black and white and read like the news
Now on youTube with 2 million views
I was the news today
Oh girl
This whirlwind whips up my emotions
Going through the motions, Roman Goddess like my razor
The latest craze or another mass media market
Sparked it! Parked it! Cuz gas prices got out of hand
So I stayed at home to start another rock band
I’m a Roman Goddess just like my razor
it’s the latest craze or something more
So open the door, and open the windows
The internet’s beckoning and I’m reckoning it’s my turn
Time to earn a paycheck or burn burn burn the midnight oil
Curses, foiled again. Try now or else when?
Burn the midnight oil and be a Roman goddess like my razor
I’m the latest craze or maybe just the latest crazy
Lazy-boy, oh girl! I read the news today. Oh girl, I read the news.
7/18/2008
Majority selection!
Random note! Random Question! Which solution is the best then?
I don’t know
But here we go! Up and at em! Do we need a direction?
Majority selection!
This is democracy
This is my apathy
This is our government
Up for corporate rent
Red states up! Blue states down! Which state is purple?
You rainbow clown!
Wise ass! Elephant in the room! Sing to the tune of
Stars and Stripes
I didn’t know visuals had songs as well! ...well swell!
Ring liberty bell!
This is democracy
This is my apathy
This is our government
Up for corporate rent
Vote with your dollars! Dance, clap and holla!
(W)rap this up
Rock the vote! Flag pins on coat
Snap this up
I voted today! The sticker proves it to all
So when they call
“This is democracy!”
They won’t see apathy
Hide from my government
I’m up for corporate rent
I voted for oil! I voted for gold!
I voted for destruction of cultures centuries old!
I bought the lawn signs made in Tibet
But when it comes to the issues, I forget
“This is democracy!”
They won’t see apathy
Hide from my government
I’m up for corporate rent
I voted for TV ads and facebook friends
I voted for smear campaigns and dead ends
I voted for a candidate who didn’t respect me
None of them do in the land of the free sheep
So weep for liberty and for habius corpus
They’re endangered just like a porpoise
This is my democracy!
They won’t see my apathy
If I hide from my government
Cuz I’m not for corporate rent
Just one more random note! Random Question! Which solution is the best then?
I don’t know
But here we go! Up and at em! Do we need a direction?
Majority selection!
I don’t know
But here we go! Up and at em! Do we need a direction?
Majority selection!
This is democracy
This is my apathy
This is our government
Up for corporate rent
Red states up! Blue states down! Which state is purple?
You rainbow clown!
Wise ass! Elephant in the room! Sing to the tune of
Stars and Stripes
I didn’t know visuals had songs as well! ...well swell!
Ring liberty bell!
This is democracy
This is my apathy
This is our government
Up for corporate rent
Vote with your dollars! Dance, clap and holla!
(W)rap this up
Rock the vote! Flag pins on coat
Snap this up
I voted today! The sticker proves it to all
So when they call
“This is democracy!”
They won’t see apathy
Hide from my government
I’m up for corporate rent
I voted for oil! I voted for gold!
I voted for destruction of cultures centuries old!
I bought the lawn signs made in Tibet
But when it comes to the issues, I forget
“This is democracy!”
They won’t see apathy
Hide from my government
I’m up for corporate rent
I voted for TV ads and facebook friends
I voted for smear campaigns and dead ends
I voted for a candidate who didn’t respect me
None of them do in the land of the free sheep
So weep for liberty and for habius corpus
They’re endangered just like a porpoise
This is my democracy!
They won’t see my apathy
If I hide from my government
Cuz I’m not for corporate rent
Just one more random note! Random Question! Which solution is the best then?
I don’t know
But here we go! Up and at em! Do we need a direction?
Majority selection!
7/17/2008
Facebook Friends with no Benefits
Facebook friends with no benefits, uncomplicated in relevance: none.
You made it simple, fake smile without the dimples: shunned.
I’m for forward movement, but this escalator’s going down: ground
Floor the gas; pass me on the left as you left they hound me
with reminders
Suddenly every acquaintance I meet greets me with your name
Somehow we never ran into each other, till you went away
And sitting her at 4 A M all I’ve got to say
is internet is mocking me- with reminders of your name
You posted last night, with complaints on your blog, and I wanted to respond
I held back, but reading in the shadows, well to me it just felt wrong
I know it’s public knowledge, but every time I read
how you’re currently doing, I feel there’s a starker in me
And now I’m looking and I see you’re online
The green light says you’re free, but somehow I can’t find
A reason to begin a conversation, or something noteworthy to say
But despite this problem you’ve been racing in my head all day
I know I really should move on, it’s been too many months
And I know we’ve had this conversation, we’ve had it more than once
But I’m stupidly stuck on you, where’s a cone hat for this dunce?
Cuz suddenly every acquaintance I meet greets me with your name
Somehow we never ran into each other, till you went away
And sitting her at 4 A M all I’ve got to say
is internet is mocking me- with reminders of your name
And I don’t need to be reminded today
You made it simple, fake smile without the dimples: shunned.
I’m for forward movement, but this escalator’s going down: ground
Floor the gas; pass me on the left as you left they hound me
with reminders
Suddenly every acquaintance I meet greets me with your name
Somehow we never ran into each other, till you went away
And sitting her at 4 A M all I’ve got to say
is internet is mocking me- with reminders of your name
You posted last night, with complaints on your blog, and I wanted to respond
I held back, but reading in the shadows, well to me it just felt wrong
I know it’s public knowledge, but every time I read
how you’re currently doing, I feel there’s a starker in me
And now I’m looking and I see you’re online
The green light says you’re free, but somehow I can’t find
A reason to begin a conversation, or something noteworthy to say
But despite this problem you’ve been racing in my head all day
I know I really should move on, it’s been too many months
And I know we’ve had this conversation, we’ve had it more than once
But I’m stupidly stuck on you, where’s a cone hat for this dunce?
Cuz suddenly every acquaintance I meet greets me with your name
Somehow we never ran into each other, till you went away
And sitting her at 4 A M all I’ve got to say
is internet is mocking me- with reminders of your name
And I don’t need to be reminded today
7/16/2008
Morning's breath
I woke up this morning to fog filled air and coolness slipping down from the window and in between the edges of my sheets, caressing me. I cringed and withdrew. Shut my eyes and masked my face, morning wouldn’t see me if I could help it. I could help it. Hours later the sun had burnt off the fog and by the time I rolled out of bed it was uncomfortably warm. But I was well rested.
The majority of the day was spent doing the sort of errands which don’t amount to much. Another check mark on the calendar. Or at least there would be another check mark on the calendar if I didn’t use my cell phone to keep track of the days. But given that technology has spared me that chore, I also have lost the satisfaction of tearing the past away, crossing off old obstacles and I’ve also saved a tree or two.
How did this day take so much time? I meant to do so much more. Instead I’ve spent too much time asking the sort of questions which would merit a time out if I was two, but due to the empty house around me are merely echos of my indecision. I don’t know the answers to these questions so rather than taking action I’m going to open the window prior to my departure into dreamlands, so once again I can be greeted by the morning’s advancing breath before hiding under my pillow.
The majority of the day was spent doing the sort of errands which don’t amount to much. Another check mark on the calendar. Or at least there would be another check mark on the calendar if I didn’t use my cell phone to keep track of the days. But given that technology has spared me that chore, I also have lost the satisfaction of tearing the past away, crossing off old obstacles and I’ve also saved a tree or two.
How did this day take so much time? I meant to do so much more. Instead I’ve spent too much time asking the sort of questions which would merit a time out if I was two, but due to the empty house around me are merely echos of my indecision. I don’t know the answers to these questions so rather than taking action I’m going to open the window prior to my departure into dreamlands, so once again I can be greeted by the morning’s advancing breath before hiding under my pillow.
7/14/2008
Quiet Today
If I seem quiet today,
know that it’s not from a lack
of things to say.
In the tangled tornado
my mind twists thoughts upon themselves
But
my eyes are calm
Empty air.
I’m staring into space,
wondering
Which words would work first? How much of an intro would my tales need prior to being told? Can I jump right in or would this unwilling audience cringe if I began to unravel the thread and weave the thoughts into an organized grid before draping it upon myself and commenting how well this story fits my life. Which words would work first? Which story says more? Can I mention the attention to detail I spent years ago on a project you didn’t know about just because it’s been on my mind? Or would that connection be too hard to find justifiable to you, my audience of one? Can I ramble reasons and mention seasonal friends who fell away every autumn? Can I show you an image and trust the thousand words you’ve heard from it would be the same as the absurd within my experience that I can’t quite speak of? Do I have your permission to be heard? May I speak about the week, weekend, and lost friends who’ve been getting confused in my dreams? Can I share a surreal fantasy or would that all just be a bit too much?
And if I may speak
Which words would work first?
I don’t mean to seem quiet today
But I don’t know what I can say
And I wonder if I speak,
Which words should go first?
know that it’s not from a lack
of things to say.
In the tangled tornado
my mind twists thoughts upon themselves
But
my eyes are calm
Empty air.
I’m staring into space,
wondering
Which words would work first? How much of an intro would my tales need prior to being told? Can I jump right in or would this unwilling audience cringe if I began to unravel the thread and weave the thoughts into an organized grid before draping it upon myself and commenting how well this story fits my life. Which words would work first? Which story says more? Can I mention the attention to detail I spent years ago on a project you didn’t know about just because it’s been on my mind? Or would that connection be too hard to find justifiable to you, my audience of one? Can I ramble reasons and mention seasonal friends who fell away every autumn? Can I show you an image and trust the thousand words you’ve heard from it would be the same as the absurd within my experience that I can’t quite speak of? Do I have your permission to be heard? May I speak about the week, weekend, and lost friends who’ve been getting confused in my dreams? Can I share a surreal fantasy or would that all just be a bit too much?
And if I may speak
Which words would work first?
I don’t mean to seem quiet today
But I don’t know what I can say
And I wonder if I speak,
Which words should go first?
7/12/2008
Conclusions?
Conclusions?
Oh dear.
I hadn’t thought that far in advance.
I didn’t plan the resolution.
Wait.
Don’t leave.
A permanent exit deserves a conclusion of sorts,
a sweeping summery of life with a slight comic twist.
Or perhaps moral lesson.
Something to make a worthy conclusion to the novel(ty) of our interaction.
Maybe I’ve just read too many books,
seen too many plays,
been in to many improv scenes...
It’s been pounded into my head that the plot must come full circle,
and the initial elements should be reincorporated.
Sadly life has not presented me with the material that would make a good story with a clear cut conclusion. There’s no ironic twist of fate up my sleeve. Tomorrow will likely continue on the same line as yesterday; and next week when you’re absent, life will still continue despite the loss of a friend to share the story with.
The story goes on without you, until I can find some conclusion that will do.
Oh dear.
I hadn’t thought that far in advance.
I didn’t plan the resolution.
Wait.
Don’t leave.
A permanent exit deserves a conclusion of sorts,
a sweeping summery of life with a slight comic twist.
Or perhaps moral lesson.
Something to make a worthy conclusion to the novel(ty) of our interaction.
Maybe I’ve just read too many books,
seen too many plays,
been in to many improv scenes...
It’s been pounded into my head that the plot must come full circle,
and the initial elements should be reincorporated.
Sadly life has not presented me with the material that would make a good story with a clear cut conclusion. There’s no ironic twist of fate up my sleeve. Tomorrow will likely continue on the same line as yesterday; and next week when you’re absent, life will still continue despite the loss of a friend to share the story with.
The story goes on without you, until I can find some conclusion that will do.
7/06/2008
Eat Your Heart Out
Chop chop
Gentle thuds
Metal on wood
Onion tears
Peppered with pieces of chili
Seasonally present
Red, Orange, Yellow, Green
Bell pepper identities
Cut through the skin
Blood red meat
bleeds
Turn up the heat
Mix up your mind
Thoughts spin like the pasta as it boils
Straight and narrow
Twisted and tangled
Strained
Whine wine whine
Serve with smile
Eat your heart out
Gentle thuds
Metal on wood
Onion tears
Peppered with pieces of chili
Seasonally present
Red, Orange, Yellow, Green
Bell pepper identities
Cut through the skin
Blood red meat
bleeds
Turn up the heat
Mix up your mind
Thoughts spin like the pasta as it boils
Straight and narrow
Twisted and tangled
Strained
Whine wine whine
Serve with smile
Eat your heart out
Independence Day in San Francisco
Jack hammers on city sidewalks
Fog drenched eucalyptus leaves
drip on me.
Bypass the construction zone.
Zone out.
Sweet smells of Chinese bakeries
Sour looks from cut off drivers
Cut off shorts are absent, but hoodies are ever-present
Circling cars hunt for parking spots
Tourists stick out, marked with maps
Crosswords cross the street on floating newsprint
Espressos savored slowly
Champaign explosions celebrate
And pensive chess players deliberate
Thick moist air obscures the skies
Crack! Boom! ...and? We search
But fireworks are mere reflections
Echoes in the streets
Colored light flashes on the bay
Celebrate your independence, the San Francisco way.
Fog drenched eucalyptus leaves
drip on me.
Bypass the construction zone.
Zone out.
Sweet smells of Chinese bakeries
Sour looks from cut off drivers
Cut off shorts are absent, but hoodies are ever-present
Circling cars hunt for parking spots
Tourists stick out, marked with maps
Crosswords cross the street on floating newsprint
Espressos savored slowly
Champaign explosions celebrate
And pensive chess players deliberate
Thick moist air obscures the skies
Crack! Boom! ...and? We search
But fireworks are mere reflections
Echoes in the streets
Colored light flashes on the bay
Celebrate your independence, the San Francisco way.
Phantom Embrace
I had a dream last night.
I buried my head in your heart and held you
I felt your warmth embrace me and my tensions fell away
I embraced you fully
Before my family
acknowledging your value and importance in my life
My head upon your heart
Blood beating. Thump thump. Thump thump. Thump thump
You’re so alive and it makes me want to live.
You held me for a moment.
Pushed back, walked away from my house.
I couldn’t care about my esteemed audience,
I begged.
Like a goddess you heard my pleas and ignored me.
Mere mortal
Merely making the most of it.
Mirrored emotions intensified
Alone. Empty. Empty. Alone.
In front of an audience behind my home
Still feeling the warmth of your embrace around my shoulders
Eyes opened.
City sounds.
Daylight.
Me.
Alone.
Empty Room.
Sleeping on a sofa. Embraced by strangling sheets.
I want to escape
back into my dream
else into a new reality. One that includes you.
I buried my head in your heart and held you
I felt your warmth embrace me and my tensions fell away
I embraced you fully
Before my family
acknowledging your value and importance in my life
My head upon your heart
Blood beating. Thump thump. Thump thump. Thump thump
You’re so alive and it makes me want to live.
You held me for a moment.
Pushed back, walked away from my house.
I couldn’t care about my esteemed audience,
I begged.
Like a goddess you heard my pleas and ignored me.
Mere mortal
Merely making the most of it.
Mirrored emotions intensified
Alone. Empty. Empty. Alone.
In front of an audience behind my home
Still feeling the warmth of your embrace around my shoulders
Eyes opened.
City sounds.
Daylight.
Me.
Alone.
Empty Room.
Sleeping on a sofa. Embraced by strangling sheets.
I want to escape
back into my dream
else into a new reality. One that includes you.
Poetry is a mystery to me
Poetry is a mystery to me
Words unfurled like prayer flags
Waving meaning like price tags
(But not so easily read)
Read to me
Speak to me
Breathe and be
pure
like poetry.
(Mystify me)
Words unfurled like prayer flags
Waving meaning like price tags
(But not so easily read)
Read to me
Speak to me
Breathe and be
pure
like poetry.
(Mystify me)
7/04/2008
Independence day
“I will be independent.”
She thinks to herself as she sits in a home that is not hers.
“I need no one”
She thinks to herself as she longs for company to confide in
She is determined
As she aimlessly wanders searching for meaning.
Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness.
The right to them does not in fact give her an independent life, liberty from obligation or allow her time to pursue happiness.
She sits in a home that is not hers, eats food paid for by someone else’s labor and restlessly sleeps while dreaming of fireworks to celebrate. Celebrate what?
Her government is dependent on other nations.
Dependent on foreign oil. Dependent on foreign investors buying our dollars. Dependent on foreign producers making goods at prices we can afford to buy. Dependent on foreign consumers to buy the things we can only afford to make.
So we have no occupier.
Does that make us free?
We certainly lack value, a priceless mess of cultural contradictions.
She sees the contradictions in her thinking.
Revising her mission she now vows
“I will be as independent as Americans”
It’s now okay to stay at home.
She thinks to herself as she sits in a home that is not hers.
“I need no one”
She thinks to herself as she longs for company to confide in
She is determined
As she aimlessly wanders searching for meaning.
Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness.
The right to them does not in fact give her an independent life, liberty from obligation or allow her time to pursue happiness.
She sits in a home that is not hers, eats food paid for by someone else’s labor and restlessly sleeps while dreaming of fireworks to celebrate. Celebrate what?
Her government is dependent on other nations.
Dependent on foreign oil. Dependent on foreign investors buying our dollars. Dependent on foreign producers making goods at prices we can afford to buy. Dependent on foreign consumers to buy the things we can only afford to make.
So we have no occupier.
Does that make us free?
We certainly lack value, a priceless mess of cultural contradictions.
She sees the contradictions in her thinking.
Revising her mission she now vows
“I will be as independent as Americans”
It’s now okay to stay at home.
this has a point
At what point can I point to myself, my words and say this has a point?
Acute or obtuse, my words fall out loose and fly about like Dr. Suess’s mind
I could find a reason to write, type or speak,
but the reason would follow the words
Conclusion than reason? Absurd
I’ve never heard of anything less logical
A pathological person could excuse it or abuse it
But when a reasoning rhetoric lover can’t seem to discover
neither rhetoric nor reasoning
Then this poem will lack seasoning
Seem plain and unsavory, unworthy of seconds
But minutes pass, and I reckon we’ll stay to count
the ticks on the clock until we mount an attack on the conscious mind.
I reuse the same rhymes and never find the theme adequately addressed
But with meaningful explorations, it’s at worst second best
I undressed the salad and ignored my dessert
Undressed a wound and poured out my hurt
Like a noble gas, too long inert, I lost my ability to react
Panic attacked and I opened my hands for help
Let out a yelp when someone stepped on my tail
Cried like a baby, I started to wail
But only in the privacy of the four walls of my mind
I put on the open sign
And in the dinner a cast of characters began to play
Poets spoke for the beauty of words
and worlds they’d never seen but often felt
Acute or obtuse, my words fall out loose and fly about like Dr. Suess’s mind
I could find a reason to write, type or speak,
but the reason would follow the words
Conclusion than reason? Absurd
I’ve never heard of anything less logical
A pathological person could excuse it or abuse it
But when a reasoning rhetoric lover can’t seem to discover
neither rhetoric nor reasoning
Then this poem will lack seasoning
Seem plain and unsavory, unworthy of seconds
But minutes pass, and I reckon we’ll stay to count
the ticks on the clock until we mount an attack on the conscious mind.
I reuse the same rhymes and never find the theme adequately addressed
But with meaningful explorations, it’s at worst second best
I undressed the salad and ignored my dessert
Undressed a wound and poured out my hurt
Like a noble gas, too long inert, I lost my ability to react
Panic attacked and I opened my hands for help
Let out a yelp when someone stepped on my tail
Cried like a baby, I started to wail
But only in the privacy of the four walls of my mind
I put on the open sign
And in the dinner a cast of characters began to play
Poets spoke for the beauty of words
and worlds they’d never seen but often felt
6/25/2008
the air burning in my lungs
This morning on the way to class the air was burning in my lungs.
This is not a metaphor.
This is not an image meant to conjure up a reaction from you.
This is not the physical reaction of an emotional state.
This is the simply the air above my parched state.
This is the result of an electric storm over golden hills which ignited.
This is the think smoky haze that gets caught in the valley where the sea breeze can’t quite reach,
and the air lags, stagnant above my head.
Blue skies faded into brownish grey haze lingering on the horizon.
My mind was back in India,
breathing in
the stale scent of diesel from the rickshaws and kicked up dirt that had not yet settled.
Breathing out
At a conference campfire,
Sitting downwind of the blaze.
Coughing and laughing at how every time I moved
the wind followed.
Relaxed I sigh,
fond memories are good company.
Then I remember where I am.
The foreign air above my native land becomes unwelcome.
Thick, heavy, an unwelcomed visitor with too strong of an embrace.
The stale scent in my nose,
the burn in my lungs,
the inescapable presence of a far removed disaster.
I climb the hill on the way to class.
Panting as the air makes the steep incline just a little harder.
The grass on the foothills has been sheered and the once golden hill is now bare.
I don’t care.
The beauty might be lost, but
We’ll have blue skies again.
(But what about the golden hills?)
This is not a metaphor.
This is not an image meant to conjure up a reaction from you.
This is not the physical reaction of an emotional state.
This is the simply the air above my parched state.
This is the result of an electric storm over golden hills which ignited.
This is the think smoky haze that gets caught in the valley where the sea breeze can’t quite reach,
and the air lags, stagnant above my head.
Blue skies faded into brownish grey haze lingering on the horizon.
My mind was back in India,
breathing in
the stale scent of diesel from the rickshaws and kicked up dirt that had not yet settled.
Breathing out
At a conference campfire,
Sitting downwind of the blaze.
Coughing and laughing at how every time I moved
the wind followed.
Relaxed I sigh,
fond memories are good company.
Then I remember where I am.
The foreign air above my native land becomes unwelcome.
Thick, heavy, an unwelcomed visitor with too strong of an embrace.
The stale scent in my nose,
the burn in my lungs,
the inescapable presence of a far removed disaster.
I climb the hill on the way to class.
Panting as the air makes the steep incline just a little harder.
The grass on the foothills has been sheered and the once golden hill is now bare.
I don’t care.
The beauty might be lost, but
We’ll have blue skies again.
(But what about the golden hills?)
6/22/2008
Pressure Cooker
I’m a pressure cooker who keeps whistling
Take me off the stove or you’ll keep hearing periodic screams
I might sit quiet for a while
But wait till I begin to rile
Road rage on empty roads
Aggressively cornering in hills
As if that will change a damn thing
At every light the urge to slam the horn
Stare down any driver who dares to make eye contact
Get home and sit still and
silently scream
calm down
calm
down
chill out
chill
cold
cold shoulders
curt answers
I could answer
but
silence satisfies
Don’t ask me another stupid question
I’ll answer in nods and grunts
Silence
Cold shoulders
Curt answers
Warm stove
Chill out
Hot stove
Calm down
Burning stove
Whistle and
SCREAM.
Take me off the stove or you’ll keep hearing periodic screams
I might sit quiet for a while
But wait till I begin to rile
Road rage on empty roads
Aggressively cornering in hills
As if that will change a damn thing
At every light the urge to slam the horn
Stare down any driver who dares to make eye contact
Get home and sit still and
silently scream
calm down
calm
down
chill out
chill
cold
cold shoulders
curt answers
I could answer
but
silence satisfies
Don’t ask me another stupid question
I’ll answer in nods and grunts
Silence
Cold shoulders
Curt answers
Warm stove
Chill out
Hot stove
Calm down
Burning stove
Whistle and
SCREAM.
6/21/2008
Sweet like Splenda
She turns and smiles at me
And I think out loud, "You're sweet like splenda"
A slap in the face is a rude response and in haste I try to justify, "Wait, no I mean you're better for me, healthier, 600 times sweeter than sugar and ..." then it occurs to me. This was no Freudian slip, no this was a Freudian gown and everything I meant to say has been said.
She is sweet like splenda. She's a substitute for something I love, over-processed, and soon to be rejected by my body. She's encouraged by doctors as good for my health, and corporations get wealthy off of her popularity. She's everywhere I go- my coffee shop, bookstore café, and even on the table of upscale restaurants, she follows me. Cheerful yellow packets announce their presence and I can't help but think, this is just not right. When did I get so concerned with impressions that I let myself accept the substitute for joy because it appeared better? I don't know the answer, but as she accepts my apology I absentmindedly reach for the sugar and receive another slap in the face.
And I think out loud, "You're sweet like splenda"
A slap in the face is a rude response and in haste I try to justify, "Wait, no I mean you're better for me, healthier, 600 times sweeter than sugar and ..." then it occurs to me. This was no Freudian slip, no this was a Freudian gown and everything I meant to say has been said.
She is sweet like splenda. She's a substitute for something I love, over-processed, and soon to be rejected by my body. She's encouraged by doctors as good for my health, and corporations get wealthy off of her popularity. She's everywhere I go- my coffee shop, bookstore café, and even on the table of upscale restaurants, she follows me. Cheerful yellow packets announce their presence and I can't help but think, this is just not right. When did I get so concerned with impressions that I let myself accept the substitute for joy because it appeared better? I don't know the answer, but as she accepts my apology I absentmindedly reach for the sugar and receive another slap in the face.
6/19/2008
People with a Voice
All you people out there with a voice
You have a choice
Speak up
Or sit down!
In this world of instant communication we can connect with the nation,
but rather than connecting we’re deflecting for the tough calls,
burning bridges and building walls.
Polarized across the divide,
we cried out with supporters without listening to reporters.
They sensationalize the news,
and we remain glued to the TV.
Not me,
I’m not to blame.
When words take aim we speak through question marks
and ignore homeless in parks
because they’re responsible for their misery, not me.
I’m just doing my thing,
I’ll wing it and obfuscate the debate.
But at the end of class I’ll get off my ass, only to sit down again.
Why is it so hard to pen a letter but easy to claim we want better?
Americans idle and vote for idols while ignoring the other side
I’ll stop and look but you’re pounding on the book and not reading the rest.
Save the best conviction for the least guided opinion,
you’re a minion to anyone who inspires.
And there’s a reason your mind is on fire,
a destructive mess that you let get the best of you
And all you people out there with a voice,
You have a choice
Speak up
Or sit down
Stop clowning around!
Your mind’s been lost, go get found.
Find a sense of pride in yourself.
Reason with your mind,
or play treason to the kind of dreams you used to embrace.
Stand up, face yourself.
Cuz if you speak with conviction and diction you might be heard,
and for once use your words in a way that’s not absurd.
Allow clarity to seep in,
don’t glare at me or weep when you don’t get your way.
Be productive, constructive and use criticism as a guide.
Don’t hide in assumption.
Use your gumption as a road map and a way to get back to the heart of the matter.
Food for thought might make you fatter,
but feast on it and then read some literature and see what you find,
you just might toe the line
And all you people out there with a voice
You have a choice:
Speak up
Or Sit Down
And if you reach again for the chair, don’t be surprised when others stare.
Now is the time you need to care,
Lay out your opinions and bare the burden
Get a word in edgewise and even if you despise the man speaking back
LISTEN
Now’s the time to debate, not attack.
Don’t shoot your mouth off.
Just clear your throat, cough, get the audience’s attention and mention this
You are person with a voice
who made a choice
and it’s too late to sit down
Stand tall and approach the mic
Like it or not, it’s time to speak up.
You have a choice
Speak up
Or sit down!
In this world of instant communication we can connect with the nation,
but rather than connecting we’re deflecting for the tough calls,
burning bridges and building walls.
Polarized across the divide,
we cried out with supporters without listening to reporters.
They sensationalize the news,
and we remain glued to the TV.
Not me,
I’m not to blame.
When words take aim we speak through question marks
and ignore homeless in parks
because they’re responsible for their misery, not me.
I’m just doing my thing,
I’ll wing it and obfuscate the debate.
But at the end of class I’ll get off my ass, only to sit down again.
Why is it so hard to pen a letter but easy to claim we want better?
Americans idle and vote for idols while ignoring the other side
I’ll stop and look but you’re pounding on the book and not reading the rest.
Save the best conviction for the least guided opinion,
you’re a minion to anyone who inspires.
And there’s a reason your mind is on fire,
a destructive mess that you let get the best of you
And all you people out there with a voice,
You have a choice
Speak up
Or sit down
Stop clowning around!
Your mind’s been lost, go get found.
Find a sense of pride in yourself.
Reason with your mind,
or play treason to the kind of dreams you used to embrace.
Stand up, face yourself.
Cuz if you speak with conviction and diction you might be heard,
and for once use your words in a way that’s not absurd.
Allow clarity to seep in,
don’t glare at me or weep when you don’t get your way.
Be productive, constructive and use criticism as a guide.
Don’t hide in assumption.
Use your gumption as a road map and a way to get back to the heart of the matter.
Food for thought might make you fatter,
but feast on it and then read some literature and see what you find,
you just might toe the line
And all you people out there with a voice
You have a choice:
Speak up
Or Sit Down
And if you reach again for the chair, don’t be surprised when others stare.
Now is the time you need to care,
Lay out your opinions and bare the burden
Get a word in edgewise and even if you despise the man speaking back
LISTEN
Now’s the time to debate, not attack.
Don’t shoot your mouth off.
Just clear your throat, cough, get the audience’s attention and mention this
You are person with a voice
who made a choice
and it’s too late to sit down
Stand tall and approach the mic
Like it or not, it’s time to speak up.
6/17/2008
My education is mental regurgitation
Trapped in text book
I can’t look at myself in the eyes
I would despise the sight seen.
My mind is hiding.
Reason has been neglected.
This mental regurgitation has a bitter aftertaste.
So make haste
Shut yourself up at home
Study Carthage, study Rome
Spit the dates out
Fruity flavors rot in stale words
My education is mental regurgitation
And I’ll spit it out when this paper is done
Cuz I’m sick of the taste
Sick of the haste between deadlines
Sick of memorizing lines
I’m hungry for knowledge,
But this is college, and it’s finals week.
I can’t look at myself in the eyes
I would despise the sight seen.
My mind is hiding.
Reason has been neglected.
This mental regurgitation has a bitter aftertaste.
So make haste
Shut yourself up at home
Study Carthage, study Rome
Spit the dates out
Fruity flavors rot in stale words
My education is mental regurgitation
And I’ll spit it out when this paper is done
Cuz I’m sick of the taste
Sick of the haste between deadlines
Sick of memorizing lines
I’m hungry for knowledge,
But this is college, and it’s finals week.
6/15/2008
A series of abbreviations
KIT
HAGS
TTYL
and other trite abbreviations are scrawled across junior high yearbooks.
LOL
BRB
OMG
and other trite abbreviations are typed into high school conversations
BA/BS
MCATs
LSATs
MBA
and other trite abbreviations are scatted in college conversations
HMOs
IRS
W2
and other trite abbreviations are scattered through professional conversations
...We live through a series of abbreviations
RIP
HAGS
TTYL
and other trite abbreviations are scrawled across junior high yearbooks.
LOL
BRB
OMG
and other trite abbreviations are typed into high school conversations
BA/BS
MCATs
LSATs
MBA
and other trite abbreviations are scatted in college conversations
HMOs
IRS
W2
and other trite abbreviations are scattered through professional conversations
...We live through a series of abbreviations
RIP
Google Wisdom
Love is greater than all.
Art is second best.
Ask questions later.
Reason will follow.
Stanford is above the meaning of life.
Stupid web searches are more common than sitting at your laptop with nothing to do.
There are more reasonable bananas than mohawked monkeys.
Even “toliet paper” is noteworthy.
And I’m the most insignificant thing I’ve thought about today.
(for the math behind this see here)
Art is second best.
Ask questions later.
Reason will follow.
Stanford is above the meaning of life.
Stupid web searches are more common than sitting at your laptop with nothing to do.
There are more reasonable bananas than mohawked monkeys.
Even “toliet paper” is noteworthy.
And I’m the most insignificant thing I’ve thought about today.
(for the math behind this see here)
Breathe in Breathe out Break Up
Breathe in Breathe out
Inhale Exhale
For Sale? A sense of self
On the shelf, Decorate, Confiscate
Identity, Sense of me
Sensibly, let it be
Wait and see
Late at three, Early morning
Mourning, Grieving, Wreathing
Concealing A sense of self
On the shelf, Under dust
Sense of trust, Lost in lust
Empty cars, Empty bars
In a park, in the dark, a stark landscape
Under tape, boxes of books
Stolen looks, fallen rooks
Queens dashing, kings trashing
Tongues lashing whipped words
think absurd, think alone, on the phone
to voice mail, voice male, female voice
had no choice
chose now, chose how?
no guide
Don’t hide, confide
concerned, unearned worries
snow flurries, back east
rise yeast! caged beast, trapped
wrapped
present gifts
offer lifts, to strangers
dangers neglected
objected to this
drunk and pissed
embrace and speak
free to be weak
the week ends
but life goes on
Inhale Exhale
For Sale? A sense of self
On the shelf, Decorate, Confiscate
Identity, Sense of me
Sensibly, let it be
Wait and see
Late at three, Early morning
Mourning, Grieving, Wreathing
Concealing A sense of self
On the shelf, Under dust
Sense of trust, Lost in lust
Empty cars, Empty bars
In a park, in the dark, a stark landscape
Under tape, boxes of books
Stolen looks, fallen rooks
Queens dashing, kings trashing
Tongues lashing whipped words
think absurd, think alone, on the phone
to voice mail, voice male, female voice
had no choice
chose now, chose how?
no guide
Don’t hide, confide
concerned, unearned worries
snow flurries, back east
rise yeast! caged beast, trapped
wrapped
present gifts
offer lifts, to strangers
dangers neglected
objected to this
drunk and pissed
embrace and speak
free to be weak
the week ends
but life goes on
(Title)
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Swivel on a sailboat
Sinking, rising, rotating, like a swivel chair on a sailboat
I sink, rise, rotate, disorient myself and yet stay afloat
This life jacket is constricting
This life never fit me
And I swivel on a sailboat
I sink, rise, rotate, disorient myself and yet stay afloat
This life jacket is constricting
This life never fit me
And I swivel on a sailboat
the unknown
I am sick of sappy goodbyes
but you stab me like a maple and the sweet gooey syrup gushes
Luscious in my mouth, the words travel south as I mumble to my feet
“When will I next meet you?”
Neither of us knows the answer
We don’t bother specifying
“I’ll see you when I see you”
We don’t bother lying with plans or expectations of what’s to come next
Simply accepting what’s left.
but you stab me like a maple and the sweet gooey syrup gushes
Luscious in my mouth, the words travel south as I mumble to my feet
“When will I next meet you?”
Neither of us knows the answer
We don’t bother specifying
“I’ll see you when I see you”
We don’t bother lying with plans or expectations of what’s to come next
Simply accepting what’s left.
the unknown
6/13/2008
Ruby Red Moon
A ruby red moon stood out against the ashy cobalt sky
The sun had long since vanished but the moonlight trailed behind
Light polluted over the city like orange embers,
it flickered and glowed
Firefly planes linger and slowly sink into the stars on the horizon
Miles away the fire burns,
but through the smoke screen it looks beautiful
Tonight a surreal world has been born out of disaster
And behind my breast,
the heart beats
faster
I sit
and watch
The sun had long since vanished but the moonlight trailed behind
Light polluted over the city like orange embers,
it flickered and glowed
Firefly planes linger and slowly sink into the stars on the horizon
Miles away the fire burns,
but through the smoke screen it looks beautiful
Tonight a surreal world has been born out of disaster
And behind my breast,
the heart beats
faster
I sit
and watch
Forget it
Forget it
No seriously
I don’t get it
I won’t remember later
Reason wraps up my mind
And I can’t find a way out
Forget it
I got it.
Seriously though?
I had a thought about it.
And I can’t seem to reason.
But, maybe this is seasonal.
Forget it.
I got it.
No seriously I’ve got it now.
I don’t how I didn’t before.
But I’ve got it,
Show me the door.
Before I forget it again.
Forget it.
I’d rather stay anyway.
(Following the poetry prompt of: Write an Anaphora poem.)
No seriously
I don’t get it
I won’t remember later
Reason wraps up my mind
And I can’t find a way out
Forget it
I got it.
Seriously though?
I had a thought about it.
And I can’t seem to reason.
But, maybe this is seasonal.
Forget it.
I got it.
No seriously I’ve got it now.
I don’t how I didn’t before.
But I’ve got it,
Show me the door.
Before I forget it again.
Forget it.
I’d rather stay anyway.
(Following the poetry prompt of: Write an Anaphora poem.)
The Death of Me
If I should chose my words carefully it will be the death of me.
I’ll forget to speak and begin to leak as the pressure slides out in anyway it can
Sipping from a soda can I can’t can-can, but I can count on you to land on my mind.
If you explore the root of the matter you’ll find a lot of dirt will turn to mud
If you water it down with dry tears (in the mist of a drought, they’re simply not there)
And I won’t care enough to complain when in the present,
But I’m not past this.
Turn on the TV and I disappear from the reflection
Distraction therapy will be the death of me.
I’ll forget to speak and begin to leak as the pressure slides out in anyway it can
Sipping from a soda can I can’t can-can, but I can count on you to land on my mind.
If you explore the root of the matter you’ll find a lot of dirt will turn to mud
If you water it down with dry tears (in the mist of a drought, they’re simply not there)
And I won’t care enough to complain when in the present,
But I’m not past this.
Turn on the TV and I disappear from the reflection
Distraction therapy will be the death of me.
6/11/2008
A door is ajar
Two poems starting with the same phrase that popped into my head the other night.
~~~
A door is ajar and a jar is adored by a six year old who just wanted more peanut butter
What a nutter
~~~
A door is ajar and a jar is almost empty
like the postcard she sent me
It said nothing
A note in the night anoints her knight's thoughts
Tune into his sight and be blind to reason
Lance left Arthur
A kings empty bed and a kings crowned head
Wondering what his lady said to steal the night
He wants to be dead
empty mailboxes and lost lonely socks is
What made my Laundry night seem so rocky
Tick tock clocks
Don't tick when they're digital on my phone
And text messages won't leave me alone
And I'm ignoring the boring
So you're the only thing on my mind
ink blots on paper with college lines
And I wrote in the other direction
Through the midsection
Just to make a statement to myself
Like the post card I sent
She won't read this.
~~~
A door is ajar and a jar is adored by a six year old who just wanted more peanut butter
What a nutter
~~~
A door is ajar and a jar is almost empty
like the postcard she sent me
It said nothing
A note in the night anoints her knight's thoughts
Tune into his sight and be blind to reason
Lance left Arthur
A kings empty bed and a kings crowned head
Wondering what his lady said to steal the night
He wants to be dead
empty mailboxes and lost lonely socks is
What made my Laundry night seem so rocky
Tick tock clocks
Don't tick when they're digital on my phone
And text messages won't leave me alone
And I'm ignoring the boring
So you're the only thing on my mind
ink blots on paper with college lines
And I wrote in the other direction
Through the midsection
Just to make a statement to myself
Like the post card I sent
She won't read this.
6/10/2008
good (k)night
I need to speak out and let the words leak out from my mouth
Flow south across a stage,
Sage wisdom seems simple, silly and useless
Until it smacks you across the face,
makes you see disgrace
and then vanishes without a trace
Was it my idea or yours?
The answer doesn’t matter but if my musing amuses the muses
Then fuses will blow and circuits will break dance in a trance
(K)night comes and you break the lance
Waste time on a staged fight meant to prove your strength to all
But while dancing at the ball,
You missed life’s call
And broke tools on fools and their high horses.
Three courses in your meal, four corners and you feel
TRAPPED.
This castle caged you in
Moat made you sin
drowning in delight till the morning light
You’re a sad sight
But bright lights and sunshine will wake you, shake you, and forsake you
Afternoons in ruin when dragons undo your hard work
(K)night! You’re wasting time valiantly.
Ladies will lose their glow by the time you return from your crusades
Tired from other dangerous delights and in house escapades
The page boys and sensible scribes were there with your bride.
And you were too brave to hide from the fight you always saw coming.
Back up and retreat, Attack and defeat, Sit down on your feet.
When the jester gets the final word, you know the situation is absurd.
Good sir, surely you see
Your tale is a tragedy
Flow south across a stage,
Sage wisdom seems simple, silly and useless
Until it smacks you across the face,
makes you see disgrace
and then vanishes without a trace
Was it my idea or yours?
The answer doesn’t matter but if my musing amuses the muses
Then fuses will blow and circuits will break dance in a trance
(K)night comes and you break the lance
Waste time on a staged fight meant to prove your strength to all
But while dancing at the ball,
You missed life’s call
And broke tools on fools and their high horses.
Three courses in your meal, four corners and you feel
TRAPPED.
This castle caged you in
Moat made you sin
drowning in delight till the morning light
You’re a sad sight
But bright lights and sunshine will wake you, shake you, and forsake you
Afternoons in ruin when dragons undo your hard work
(K)night! You’re wasting time valiantly.
Ladies will lose their glow by the time you return from your crusades
Tired from other dangerous delights and in house escapades
The page boys and sensible scribes were there with your bride.
And you were too brave to hide from the fight you always saw coming.
Back up and retreat, Attack and defeat, Sit down on your feet.
When the jester gets the final word, you know the situation is absurd.
Good sir, surely you see
Your tale is a tragedy
Ode to Spoken Word
(Cross posted on Facebook notes)
Industrial lighting and industrial carpets lay down the bare basics of a place where I place my mind. I spin my thoughts on a swivel chair and open to a circle of visionaries. I often jump to conclusions outside, but within this room the foundations of assumption and bias are constantly under siege. In silence this room offers a view into the tune of my emotions. I am boring, ordinary and a creature of habit; but here I feel a voice with purpose behind and eco-friendly notebook and chapped lips. Whipping myself around to greet familiar faces, I find even those I never see outside this room feel like a family as long as I sit here and hear their souls speak, laugh when humor is presented and stop keeping track of time like its rented. I savor minutes, seconds and ask for a second serving of simple savory sounds.
Snaps.
Snap, snap.
Wrap up that thought and speak poet
They glow.
They’re glorious.
And in the embrace of this circle, I’m relaxed and at home.
Industrial lighting and industrial carpets lay down the bare basics of a place where I place my mind. I spin my thoughts on a swivel chair and open to a circle of visionaries. I often jump to conclusions outside, but within this room the foundations of assumption and bias are constantly under siege. In silence this room offers a view into the tune of my emotions. I am boring, ordinary and a creature of habit; but here I feel a voice with purpose behind and eco-friendly notebook and chapped lips. Whipping myself around to greet familiar faces, I find even those I never see outside this room feel like a family as long as I sit here and hear their souls speak, laugh when humor is presented and stop keeping track of time like its rented. I savor minutes, seconds and ask for a second serving of simple savory sounds.
Snaps.
Snap, snap.
Wrap up that thought and speak poet
They glow.
They’re glorious.
And in the embrace of this circle, I’m relaxed and at home.
6/08/2008
Gorgeous
you were gorgeous yesterday
golden skin
pink blush
soft, silky between my fingers
you were gorgeous
I buried my nose in you
inhaled your sweet perfume
smiled at the way you filled the passenger seat
beamed while walking down main street, you in my arms
you were gorgeous
I messed up.
I didn’t treat you right.
I should have put your long stems to soak.
I should have treated you with care.
But I left you on my bed,
Forgot about you while running errands,
And when I returned saw my beautiful rose was wilted.
I’ve put you in a vase now,
I hope it’s not too late,
for you to be gorgeous again.
golden skin
pink blush
soft, silky between my fingers
you were gorgeous
I buried my nose in you
inhaled your sweet perfume
smiled at the way you filled the passenger seat
beamed while walking down main street, you in my arms
you were gorgeous
I messed up.
I didn’t treat you right.
I should have put your long stems to soak.
I should have treated you with care.
But I left you on my bed,
Forgot about you while running errands,
And when I returned saw my beautiful rose was wilted.
I’ve put you in a vase now,
I hope it’s not too late,
for you to be gorgeous again.
6/07/2008
An Introduction.
Dear reader with enough time to care what I say here,
Hello.
I’m glad to know you exist.
For if you do not, then I am talking to myself.
Which would mean I am crazy.
If I am talking to myself I should purchase a blue-tooth earpiece so no one knows I am alone when I speak. Then I can look important.
This wasted web space will soon be like my room, cluttered, disorganized, without a uniting theme, full of memories and mementos, and hopefully- strangely familiar.
Dear reader with enough time to care what I say here, welcome. And leave your shoes outside.
-me.
Hello.
I’m glad to know you exist.
For if you do not, then I am talking to myself.
Which would mean I am crazy.
If I am talking to myself I should purchase a blue-tooth earpiece so no one knows I am alone when I speak. Then I can look important.
This wasted web space will soon be like my room, cluttered, disorganized, without a uniting theme, full of memories and mementos, and hopefully- strangely familiar.
Dear reader with enough time to care what I say here, welcome. And leave your shoes outside.
-me.
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