Friday, April 30, 2010


It all comes together

As it was going to all along

Nothing is a surprise if you

Understand where your actions

Lead to

Amazement is just a by product

Of seeing only the next step taken.


Monday, April 26, 2010

My Red Eyes

I’m seeing Red

Because I Try

It’s far beyond just being a Bitch
This is fucked and so wrong

Stupid Crazy, in ways I had always hoped
I’d never have to believe

I ask and I seek and I hope
The end is the pathetic same

Ignored because wants can’t be had
Still after all this time

That is the worst part
That the self lies are believed

But they will be shown as untrue same as we all know
Age and time will bring knowing

Experiences in the world will free
The innocence now temporarily held captive

By ignorant hatred
By foolish lies

Love and blood and hope
Will dance on the grave

Friday, April 23, 2010

Magic in thoughts

Wondering why something is as it is
Is sometimes not nearly as important as
Feeling the wonder of it's being.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

Look Past

There was this hollow noise in the middle of the night.
You couldn’t really hear it
So much as know there was something you were missing.
It broke heats and crushed peace.

I later found out what it was called.
An old man dirty clothes, sitting in the rain told me.
He laughed and smoke escaped between broken teeth.
“Reality”, he said. “No shadows now, asshole.”

Thursday, April 15, 2010

The Hum as Done

Different words been flying about and making their small needs known
Can't very well ignore when the songs you love are sung at you
Pointing into the blue and shiny party carcass part of your mind
Mingling with the outside through certain trusted agents
Ripe with hectic influenced theories about passionate conspiracies
The possibilities of which seem to be escaping me as I still am chewing
On some mental grizzle

Thursday, April 08, 2010

The Adventure

Strange the way the wonderment can call
Simple beauty, like a secret answer
Unknown even to the possessor

Then the wanting comes, urgently
The needing
Making dark and hungry what was light

Still, there are moments of near awe
From the tranquility
The seeming perfection in moments close

Greater the shocking lust
Having waited and pined, so carefully nurtured
Now ready to be released

The play is enjoyed and the mind stops
All is only the feeling
The special truth, even if only for the now

The amazement is total
The powers and the skills
Drawing more and more, giving strength

Under it all is the real thing
The truth of it all
The finality of all desire

Then the world returns, the breeze and the rumble
With the whispers of a tomorrow