Feel like I’m
Taking out my dirty laundry,
Trying to save what’s left of me,
Now that-
Morning’s come,
And life’s expensive.
I’m not sure but I’ve been thinking,
Conforming thoughts, that you’re all drinking,
Absolution just doesn’t fit my Saturday plans.
When everyone looks silly walking,
I’ll be the one that won’t stop talking,
But of course, I’ll choose my words gracefully.
I dance like a ballerina,
If of course you haven’t seen her,
Late at night, around the time the postman comes.
Slowly slowly let’s speed up now,
Fast faster,
Can’t catch up now.
My heart starts pounding,
And I’m so out of breath.
Now since everything’s out of place,
With distant voices different faces,
I can’t seem to find my way,
‘cause this world’s such a mess.
One man’s trash is another man’s treasure,
And one man’s guilt is another man’s pleasure,
Be comfortable in the water, before you step out to the weather,
Don’t doubt your neighbor but never say never.
You got to fill me up before you can ever feel me down.
Sorry but I already misplaced my white crown.
But I know left is left and I know down is down,
I’m sure if you douse me in champagne,
I’ll promise to keep swimming
If you kiss me in the pool,
I’ll run back to the beginning
Just so you can do it all over again.
Your so smooth with your words,
But I seem to taste molasses,
Stop with all the nonsense,
Your fogging up my glasses,
No I can’t deny it,
For there’s nothing for me to say.
You’ll just hum the day away.
Just to pass the time away,
And that’s why I look forward to our future.
I don’t care what they all told me,
I’ll vindicate you if you just come and hold me.
These stepping stones seem to treat me okay,
If I see fire coming usually I run away.
Yes I know that they’re all talking,
This will not be- easy walking,
But it’s sticks and stones if redemption comes quietly.
Yes I realized that my tongue isn’t fragile,
It just keeps running, with no where to go,
But it always shows up in time for the show,
and it has its moments where it can certainly glow,
But most of the time it’s I told you so,
It’s always yes, almost never no,
But like bears in winter when it’s time to go,
It doesn’t hesitate when it’s season to hibernate,
Then everyone can breathe,
That breathe they’ve been holding tight.
Friends, It may be sort of slippery,
But it will never bite.
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
#2 (you found me)
Buildings made so high,
Like you can’t even see,
Where the tower stops,
But believe me,
It stops,
Writings etched in stone,
Stay years and years and years,
Like it will always stay,
Until it disappears.
Towers made so strong,
Like they will never fall,
The most aggressive warrior
Is the weakest of them all.
Bone’s break,
Steel bends,
Well’s dry
Things end.
Like you can’t even see,
Where the tower stops,
But believe me,
It stops,
Writings etched in stone,
Stay years and years and years,
Like it will always stay,
Until it disappears.
Towers made so strong,
Like they will never fall,
The most aggressive warrior
Is the weakest of them all.
Bone’s break,
Steel bends,
Well’s dry
Things end.
Friday, March 19, 2010
#1 -robotic eyes
Our future is seen through robotic eyes,
The future is built with robotic hands,
And is following readily in robotic footsteps.
Everyone is too tangled up in it’s wires to walk away now.
Their eyes have been covered,
Their hands have been bound,
And while their mouths are freely exposed,
They speak no words.
For they have forgotten how.
The green, melts down into gray.
The moisture drips together,
Down the slanted world into one puddle,
A puddle of black, bubbling, putty,
That melts the ground around it,
Below it,
The air above it.
Until it is there is only thick black darkness.
And absolute silence,
Besides the constant buzz of the machine.
If one could only open their eyes,
Perhaps the darkness would go away.
But of course,
The world is seen through robotic eyes.
The future is built with robotic hands,
And is following readily in robotic footsteps.
Everyone is too tangled up in it’s wires to walk away now.
Their eyes have been covered,
Their hands have been bound,
And while their mouths are freely exposed,
They speak no words.
For they have forgotten how.
The green, melts down into gray.
The moisture drips together,
Down the slanted world into one puddle,
A puddle of black, bubbling, putty,
That melts the ground around it,
Below it,
The air above it.
Until it is there is only thick black darkness.
And absolute silence,
Besides the constant buzz of the machine.
If one could only open their eyes,
Perhaps the darkness would go away.
But of course,
The world is seen through robotic eyes.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
fishbowl (pink)
Blossoms weave their vines round and round my hand,
Completely silent, just breath.
Yours and mine, intertwined.
Like a windstorm, intense and dangerous.
But almost a playful breeze.
Penetrate my soul,
Completely, feel me.
Pink silk,
Surrounding me,
Caressing my skin,
Keeping up a rhythm,
Like the heart beat of two lovers.
Beating, beating,
Like the drums of war,
Tearing at my flesh,
Ripping out my heart,
Just to bring me back to life.
There’s vanilla beaches,
Pink sunsets,
In paradise
Completely silent, just breath.
Yours and mine, intertwined.
Like a windstorm, intense and dangerous.
But almost a playful breeze.
Penetrate my soul,
Completely, feel me.
Pink silk,
Surrounding me,
Caressing my skin,
Keeping up a rhythm,
Like the heart beat of two lovers.
Beating, beating,
Like the drums of war,
Tearing at my flesh,
Ripping out my heart,
Just to bring me back to life.
There’s vanilla beaches,
Pink sunsets,
In paradise
Monday, March 8, 2010
fishbowl (skedaddle) "there is only love here."
There is only love here.
Welcome to this world,
where up is down,
An down is up,
Where you drink from a plate,
And eat from a cup.
This place knows no time,
And time has no end,
Understand my friend,
This whole world,
Is pretend.
And there is only love here.
Skedaddle your way into this make believe,
Into this Neverland.
Skip your way across the sky,
Don’t be shy I’ll hold your hand.
Don’t be afraid,
There’s no need here.
We’re all smiles,
There is no fear.
There is only love here.
Just trust us all,
Just come have fun.
We’re here for you,
For all of you.
Outside it’s raining,
Raining bricks.
It’s cold outside,
It’s damp outside,
Don’t go outside,
We’re here,
Right now,
And there’s only love.
Don’t turn your back on those you love,
Don’t question the reasons of my love,
Don’t run away from my love,
Embrace my love,
Return my love,
You are my love,
My love.
Nonsensical, irreplaceable, indefinable love,
that’s what’s here.
that’s where we are.
Don’t believe me?
Ask the stars,
Yes, they talk and so does the sky,
Feeling down? Why don’t you fly?
I know you can, I believe in you.
Look around, we all do too.
Because here, we all love you.
Just jump right off that ledge and go,
that’s all you need when you’re here you know.
If you need some help,
I’ll give you a nudge.
It’s so beautiful in this wonderland,
And it’s so quiet,
Until every so often...
But no one cares,
Because there’s all smiles,
There’s only smiles.
And there’s no questions,
And there’s no doubt,
In with the good, and push the bad out.
Smile my children,
There’s never need for tears,
Smile my children,
There’s only love here.
Welcome to this world,
where up is down,
An down is up,
Where you drink from a plate,
And eat from a cup.
This place knows no time,
And time has no end,
Understand my friend,
This whole world,
Is pretend.
And there is only love here.
Skedaddle your way into this make believe,
Into this Neverland.
Skip your way across the sky,
Don’t be shy I’ll hold your hand.
Don’t be afraid,
There’s no need here.
We’re all smiles,
There is no fear.
There is only love here.
Just trust us all,
Just come have fun.
We’re here for you,
For all of you.
Outside it’s raining,
Raining bricks.
It’s cold outside,
It’s damp outside,
Don’t go outside,
We’re here,
Right now,
And there’s only love.
Don’t turn your back on those you love,
Don’t question the reasons of my love,
Don’t run away from my love,
Embrace my love,
Return my love,
You are my love,
My love.
Nonsensical, irreplaceable, indefinable love,
that’s what’s here.
that’s where we are.
Don’t believe me?
Ask the stars,
Yes, they talk and so does the sky,
Feeling down? Why don’t you fly?
I know you can, I believe in you.
Look around, we all do too.
Because here, we all love you.
Just jump right off that ledge and go,
that’s all you need when you’re here you know.
If you need some help,
I’ll give you a nudge.
It’s so beautiful in this wonderland,
And it’s so quiet,
Until every so often...
But no one cares,
Because there’s all smiles,
There’s only smiles.
And there’s no questions,
And there’s no doubt,
In with the good, and push the bad out.
Smile my children,
There’s never need for tears,
Smile my children,
There’s only love here.
fishbowl "sunshine"
The heavy drops splash down upon my skin,
The wet atmosphere closes in on me,
Suffocating me,
The moist air haunting my every move,
Following me,
Damp breaths choke me,
But I wont stop breathing.
And I still smile,
Because of,
My sunshine.
The darkness of night forms a bubble around me,
Isolating me.
The blackness confuses me,
Distorting my emotions,
My senses.
The eerie moonlight no longer comforts me,
Nor allows me to rest,
But sends shivers up my spine,
Like two electric eels winding their way up my body.
But still I smile,
Because of,
My sunshine.
Cold winter air bites at my cheeks,
I can‘t even see my hands in front of my face,
Everything is white,
Completely white,
Blank world,
Cloudy skies and overcast soaks up all the light,
But still my heart is warm,
And still I smile,
Because of,
My sunshine,
My rocks are gone,
And its my fault.
I just drive them all away.
I’m stuck inside empty boxes,
Completely Empty, empty boxes.
Cardboard boxes,
But they’re all too tough to let me out,
Empty boxes I can’t fill up.
All by myself,
But still I feel love,
And still I smile,
Because of,
My sunshine.
Through the dead of night,
In the heart of the storm of winter,
All by myself,
Against the world,
I’ll smile.
And I’ll wait here for;
My sunshine.
The wet atmosphere closes in on me,
Suffocating me,
The moist air haunting my every move,
Following me,
Damp breaths choke me,
But I wont stop breathing.
And I still smile,
Because of,
My sunshine.
The darkness of night forms a bubble around me,
Isolating me.
The blackness confuses me,
Distorting my emotions,
My senses.
The eerie moonlight no longer comforts me,
Nor allows me to rest,
But sends shivers up my spine,
Like two electric eels winding their way up my body.
But still I smile,
Because of,
My sunshine.
Cold winter air bites at my cheeks,
I can‘t even see my hands in front of my face,
Everything is white,
Completely white,
Blank world,
Cloudy skies and overcast soaks up all the light,
But still my heart is warm,
And still I smile,
Because of,
My sunshine,
My rocks are gone,
And its my fault.
I just drive them all away.
I’m stuck inside empty boxes,
Completely Empty, empty boxes.
Cardboard boxes,
But they’re all too tough to let me out,
Empty boxes I can’t fill up.
All by myself,
But still I feel love,
And still I smile,
Because of,
My sunshine.
Through the dead of night,
In the heart of the storm of winter,
All by myself,
Against the world,
I’ll smile.
And I’ll wait here for;
My sunshine.
day 3 "the spider"
Yesterday I befriended a spider. It’s venom was impossible, which challenged me. It’s skin was like midnight, which intrigued me. And it’s heart was so mysterious, it mesmerized me. Luring me into it’s trap? No. For I had a trap of my own. But a different trap than you might expect, for my trap is not hidden in the darkness of the shadows, but publicly in the light. Maybe we can trap each other. My venom is not poison, but addictive, and I will not kill you, but I will keep you forever, and turn you into one of my own. So I fluttered my wings and flew around in the sun showing not the slightest bit of fear. It confused the spider, and was instantly as mesmerized as I. I was gentle, I moved slowly, but I never lost sight of what I wanted. The spider. To be mine. Forever. Why? I had so many others who belonged to me, all of which seemed meaningless now, for this one was different, it held a sort of amazement I couldn’t explain. And I’d like to believe the spider felt so to. And at that moment when the spider gave in, when the spider confessed it’s amazement with me as well, the universe shifted. Two opposing forces both with a sense of wonder, a sense of extreme curiosity, which ended in two completely enraptured powers captivated by one another sheerly because of the differences that made them so incredibly similar. A flame so fantastic it could burn past the retina and into the skulls of every human blinding them all but me and this spider, who were possibly the blind ones this whole time. Or the flame could be so gigantic that no person actually bears witness to it, for we are all living within that flame so we do not notice what is right in front of us, or rather surrounding us completely. In an instant we had set the world on fire, blinding all who resided in it, and in the next instant, the spider had spun a web and hurried away into the sunlight. For the heat of the flame was too intense, the amazement was too fantastic, and it was all a little bit… intimidating.
But my hunger still remains, I have felt that ecstasy if only for a moment it was a moment too long. Perhaps some of my own venom had penetrated one score too far and found it’s way into my internal functions and I myself have become addicted, addicted to the state of euphoria I had been introduced to. In retrospect, the only thing I regret, is not doing away with that spider when I had the chance. While it has opened new doors and allowed
me to see but not quite understand these new found sectors of godly elation, it has ruined me. Who would have thought that the one thing that was once my everything, could have turned me into nothing? Or rather who wouldn’t have thought that? So now I’ll just sit here in the shadows waiting for that flame to come and burn it all away…again.
But my hunger still remains, I have felt that ecstasy if only for a moment it was a moment too long. Perhaps some of my own venom had penetrated one score too far and found it’s way into my internal functions and I myself have become addicted, addicted to the state of euphoria I had been introduced to. In retrospect, the only thing I regret, is not doing away with that spider when I had the chance. While it has opened new doors and allowed
me to see but not quite understand these new found sectors of godly elation, it has ruined me. Who would have thought that the one thing that was once my everything, could have turned me into nothing? Or rather who wouldn’t have thought that? So now I’ll just sit here in the shadows waiting for that flame to come and burn it all away…again.
day 2 "wishing for waffles"
Day 2
I wish I was a robot, a computer, a waffle.
but of course I got landed with Spaghetti..
why That of all things?
perhaps if I wasn’t spaghetti I would be a basket.
which is just as bad really.
how does one get rid of the noodles?
eat it.
plain and simple.
now more and more noodles start falling onto my plate,
I’m beginning to notice the absence of my penny.
I miss it..
and spare change does nothing more than weigh down my pockets.
even the flowers in my garden,
that have always withstanded Everything from winter to drought,
are disappearing.
they are getting picked right Out from the roots.
so all I’m left with is an empty yard
and a plate of noodles..
I wish I was a robot, a computer, a waffle.
but of course I got landed with Spaghetti..
why That of all things?
perhaps if I wasn’t spaghetti I would be a basket.
which is just as bad really.
how does one get rid of the noodles?
eat it.
plain and simple.
now more and more noodles start falling onto my plate,
I’m beginning to notice the absence of my penny.
I miss it..
and spare change does nothing more than weigh down my pockets.
even the flowers in my garden,
that have always withstanded Everything from winter to drought,
are disappearing.
they are getting picked right Out from the roots.
so all I’m left with is an empty yard
and a plate of noodles..
Day 1 "my penny"
one time I had a penny.
I loved my penny so much.
it was so shiny.
I always kept it in my purse, or in my pocket.
one day I was walking and I tripped and it flew out of my pocket to the other side of the road..
if only I could return to a moment ago..
when it was safely nestled in my pocket.but that moment is gone.
I want it back,
that moment, my penny.
All of it.
I miss it.
but it is inanimate,
it does not want me,
miss me,
or even notice I’m gone.
nor did it notice it was ever with me in the first place.
what am I to do now?
cross the street?
the street is far too wide.
there are far too many cars.
but what if somebody else takes it?
should I sit here and do nothing?
but then again...
it's just a penny.
I loved my penny so much.
it was so shiny.
I always kept it in my purse, or in my pocket.
one day I was walking and I tripped and it flew out of my pocket to the other side of the road..
if only I could return to a moment ago..
when it was safely nestled in my pocket.but that moment is gone.
I want it back,
that moment, my penny.
All of it.
I miss it.
but it is inanimate,
it does not want me,
miss me,
or even notice I’m gone.
nor did it notice it was ever with me in the first place.
what am I to do now?
cross the street?
the street is far too wide.
there are far too many cars.
but what if somebody else takes it?
should I sit here and do nothing?
but then again...
it's just a penny.
So Basically...
I've been working on three projects, almost simultaneously. One of them is done. It's a book of 100 poems, which i will post on here. The book is called "Open to Interpretation" because all of my poems can be taken ore than one way, in fact possibly infinite interpretations as there is a slightly different one to each reader. Which is one of the things i love about poetry. There's no wrong answer, there's not right and wrong, it's just raw feeling, emotion, in rhythmic form. Beautiful.
Also i've been working on another book "Up to You" which has the same concept as the first one. The third project is called "fishbowl". And yes, it literally inculdes a fish bowl. I had a bunch of people write a three words on little slips of paper fold them up and put them in the fishbowl and periodically I would draw one out and use it either in a poem or for inspiration for one.
When I first started writing these, it was mostly just for fun. To keep me busy over a boring summer break. But writing these books has done so much more for me. I was constantly looking for inspiration, in anything. I was always thinking of how I could talk about something without actually saying it, or rewording what was trying to be said. I was finding metaphors and symbolism everywhere. It made me see the whole word through poetry. Everything I saw was an opportunity, and I heard the voice in everything. Suddenly leaves in a tree being blown around wasn’t wind to me anymore, it was the tree singing me it’s summer song. It made me so much more in touch with every emotion. These poems are thoughts of mine, views of mine, and basically served as a diary for an amount of time of my life. I speak through my own voice, as well as through the voice of others telling a different story. Each one of these poems is my baby.
I hope you enjoy them.(:
Also i've been working on another book "Up to You" which has the same concept as the first one. The third project is called "fishbowl". And yes, it literally inculdes a fish bowl. I had a bunch of people write a three words on little slips of paper fold them up and put them in the fishbowl and periodically I would draw one out and use it either in a poem or for inspiration for one.
When I first started writing these, it was mostly just for fun. To keep me busy over a boring summer break. But writing these books has done so much more for me. I was constantly looking for inspiration, in anything. I was always thinking of how I could talk about something without actually saying it, or rewording what was trying to be said. I was finding metaphors and symbolism everywhere. It made me see the whole word through poetry. Everything I saw was an opportunity, and I heard the voice in everything. Suddenly leaves in a tree being blown around wasn’t wind to me anymore, it was the tree singing me it’s summer song. It made me so much more in touch with every emotion. These poems are thoughts of mine, views of mine, and basically served as a diary for an amount of time of my life. I speak through my own voice, as well as through the voice of others telling a different story. Each one of these poems is my baby.
I hope you enjoy them.(:
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