reach
July 2, 2014 § 1 Comment
my hope is that I’ll find
something spinning, always
a twirling journey
never ceasing
falling like a leaf
but upward
catching wind beneath
invisible wings
and lifting it higher
than outstretched hands
can reach
A Truthful Haiku
July 2, 2014 § 1 Comment
I am utterly
failing at writing a poem
each and every day.
next
June 24, 2014 § Leave a comment
I can’t wait for tomorrow
the next hour, the next second
and to scale mountains and look down
i can’t wait for leaping through the air
into shimmering waters and floating
next to the sun’s reflection
i can’t wait for the sun to set
then rise once more
and carry with it even more meaning
i can’t wait for spinning
it’s my favorite thing to do
dancing with souls and closing my eyes
i can’t wait for new songs
and hearing the old ones a thousand more times
and shouting out every single rhyme
i can’t wait for the mystery
that never seems to end
and the complexity that lies in everything
such is life
June 24, 2014 § Leave a comment
do you know the feeling?
like the entire forest is filled
with the strum of heartbeats
ten thousand souls alive
and your skin can feel their hum
like the call of a something far away
that speaks of the familiar
hearts that can’t stay away
and the glow of possibility
that lingers whenever we touch
i can’t describe it
the sound of a chorus in open air
the joy of running, tearing through space
and watching the horizon forever unravel
just out of your reach, but always close
will we ever know the feeling
ever truly let ourselves be
where we really want to be
pause
June 20, 2014 § 2 Comments
beneath a star glazed sky
we waited
constantly, methodically
despite the purpose
in spite of cold currents
and cards, face down
we searched for storms
and found that stars
were brighter, when lighting
up our hands
held together
by the gravitational pull
of our perfect pause
our storm was patient
and it was everything
end of the day
June 18, 2014 § Leave a comment
if there was ever a greater feeling
than thinking about absolutely nothing
and staring up at a spinning fan
spilling icy air across your face
after collapsing theatrically
onto a pillowy queen size bed
after ripping off constricting clothes
and putting on sweats and a shirt that’s too big
after pushing your way persistently and slowly
across crowded asphalt roads
after staring at a computer screen
for eight to ten hours,
then somebody better tell me right now
what it is
the spiteful haiku
June 18, 2014 § 2 Comments
it’s harder than it
seems, to write a haiku that’s
syntactically clear …and syllabically correct
nonstop
June 18, 2014 § Leave a comment
like a train
running
without end
seemingly
churning
across states
careening
through
passing hours
searching
for wasteful
meaning
and seeing
life beyond
a horizon
running
north to south
and then
south to north
head in the sky
June 17, 2014 § 4 Comments
i often wonder
about stars in the sky
and i wonder
if you do the same
what a lovely thought
two heads in the air
floating away
from where they both came
search
June 17, 2014 § 5 Comments
we can’t fathom where
the ground meets the skies
or how we can see the whole world
in just one person’s eyes
or how far away heaven
rests from the earth
or how sometimes our minds
can’t determine our worth
it’s far easier to remain
to accept pinions of flight
but to discover our call
we must search for the light
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