Presents

Ask me a question

Do it nice

Maybe I'll answer

Maybe it'll be true

I know all I need to know

Maybe I'll know what you need too

A degree, a medal, a pocketwatch

I don't provide gifts thought

Just knowledge

And that's all you need really

To know

Answers

That's a gift too, I guess

Life's not a game

A man lays on a couch
But he is not a man, he's a boy
Watching TV
While on his laptop and phone and tablet
Thinking to himself
Out loud (sort of)
What the frack was he doing with his life
Like, seriously
Life was being life
And the man/boy couldn't deal
He'd been told the rules were simple
That the judges were fair
Silly societal messages
Tricks are their MO apparently

(Idiots)

Je te vois
Malgré mes sentiments
Parfaitement aigus
Mes horaires sont défoncé
Par les mecs qui t'empéchent
Les gens qui t'embêtent
Le monde qui sont
Complètement absolument
Super vraiment
Pas chou

Les dingues

(home)

Wandering between dots on the page
Trying to spell out a word
You've only heard stories about

Wanting to catch the warm colors
Their movement reflecting your own
Dancing done at the bottom of a well

Spinning handkerchiefs for a friend
A passel of white elephants invading their space
Manifestations of your dream seeking life

sssssss

Self

So silly

Something so substantial

Sometimes subtly saddening

Several strung simultaneously 

Sliding sideways

Singing savior, salvation

Sorcery

Same solemn songs

Suffocating

Spaciously

Self

Math

Take a heart, leave a heart
Leave a heart on the street to be recycled
Take a hand, give a hand
Take a pair of hands back to store
Have a kid, raise a kid
Raise that kid up with common sense
Take a chance, make a change
Add some pain to opportunity and voila
you have change.

Jeez

What do you do
when light
peeks into your
shattered universe?

What do you say
when the world
listens, really listens
to your hoarse voice?

Will you rest
when they tell you
the job is done?

Will you celebrate
when your savior returns?

Mom called

It's not there,
The droids you're looking for,
They were never there.


It's not like they're important,
You should just do your job;
Get paid,
Relax.



Big picture is not in your paygrade,
Not in the stars for you.

Just do me a favor,
Give your mom a call when you're done, okay?

Connections?

Framed sunset

Viewed from a warm bubble

Feet dipping out beyond the fourth wall

Two rhythms

Trying to beat in time

Listening for discordant harmonies

Negotiating arms

Entwined between pain and discomfort

Time passes and importance becomes clear

One moment

With multiple understandings

Indecipherable connections are made 

I am plastic

I am plastic
Toxic
Don't play with me
Don't put me in your mouth
Wrap me
In plastic

I am painted in white lead
Two coats
Black charcoal smile
Beady black eyes
Fixed on
You
Judger

Drop me in water
I float
Just don't drink it
Or rescue me
Let me float away

I am plastic

Ache again

Falling, fading back
To depths well-traveled
but unmapped

Terror so familiar to become despair
Darkness becomes comfort
Light's true form revealed
All bears its heat and movement

Lie here
In stillness and pulse
Waiting for more change

Manners

Eyes gaze lovingly
Glazed with sugar and sprinkles
I am not a doughnut
I am a stone that likes to change colors
and texture
Don't eat me
Please?

Silhouettes

What brings to the mind
Away from the shelter of convention
Lies untold before shrines
Silhouettes
Fall beckoning
For redemption

(Weak)

It always comes gradually for me.

The thought of my life

Slowly sinking through the murky,

Darkening pit of abstractions too disheartening to name

Losing me. 

My footprint too small,

Will too faible to keep up pictures

Of hope and progress.

Fear, I do,

The words: life and future.

No future, no life,

Have I. 

Serenity

Who knew, serenity was so near
So clearly accessible
In a cloudy day of scattered showers
And wind and cold
Trapped in your car
Waiting for commitments that may
Or may not be kept

A stream of steady jazz
Filtered through a public radio station
Traffic rumbling, plane roaring
Soft reminder of the world
Passing by

Breeze blowing
Trees shivering
The sky changes by the minute

The warmth of your heart reflecting back to you
A smile of serenity on your face

Change

A day of no movement, of no change

Makes the soul and body wearier

And more worn

The boulder that sits and waits

In the middle of a river

Leads a life not much different

Than the pebble carried downstream

Living

Suffering. Is. Life.
To live is to suffer at the hands of nature
Human nature
Conditional beings
Conditioned to
Love what's good and
Hate what's bad, to
Want what makes us feel good and
Ignore what makes us feel bad.
We struggle.
At the hands of our own thoughts
At the hands of our own feelings
With the consequences of our own actions
Life. Is. Suffering.
To suffer is to live with our own nature
Blind and indifferent
Feeding the endless pits
Of our personal hell.
Life. Is. Suffering.
Death. Is. Release.
But life follows death
And death is part of life
So the cycle
Suffering
Continues

Icky

Drawing from the void, we search
Alone, between our thoughts of worry
And self-deprecation.
A sea of searchers, making their presence
Known through obnoxious stares,
Loose collars, and incandescent flashes.
Return to sender,
Reply as soon as possible,
For the sea is polluted and gross.

Rude

"Wait," she said.
I didn't stop to listen.

Rolled

There's always something
Something
Always waiting
Waiting for something
For you
You are waiting

Before

World without words
Lost in time before remembering
What knowing have we given up
To stones and trees defiled

When thoughts roamed
Feelings tasted, not bottled
Action singular in goal and end

Glances and smiles
Face drawn in meaning

Ruined

Nonsense

What is a word with no meaning?

To put senses into sensical letters,

Organized and sensationalized into sight and sound.

Take just the organization and sensation,

Bent across your hands, you squeeze

And it crumbles. Senselessness.

Ground through a mill, turned to

Sensible flour. Add water and eggs

And whatever else you want. 

You have dough

Or bread

Or cake

Mmm, cake.

Tastes like shit.

Lying Eyes

Eyes behind me, I hear you speak

Telling me things I cannot bear

Tell me I'm everything I wish I wasn't

Take the strength away from my arms

My heart takes these stories as evidence for hell

May I somehow forget



draft 1:

I don't see your eyes but your eyes speak volumes

I can hear them telling me everything I don't want to hear.

What they tell me is that I'm worth less than the man I am.

They tell me about the strength you've taken away from my arms.

Your eyes tell my heart stories I can't help but believe.

I can only hope now to forget, to leave your eyes in your head where they belong.

Calm

Calm, but not quite.
Calm, masking something else altogether.
Cold. Hungry?
Calm on top of anxiety.
Calm masks anxiety.
Anxiety bubbles beneath calm.
Calm and wanting.