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


Dear Time

March 23, 2014 § Leave a comment

Do you ever tire of moving?
While you speed past our eyes
in colorful streaks
like the blur of a train
across a country side
do you ever wish you could pause,
just for a second?


February 27, 2014 § 1 Comment

the magical thing
about uncertainty
is that it exists
in everything
and forever will
yet it keeps
raising questions
which cannot be answered
but simply embraced
as faith, as risk, as future joy


February 22, 2014 § Leave a comment

I had this old notebook when I was young
with pages and pages of tales I’d spun.
I wrote endless stories and once upon a times,
with mystical characters made up in my mind.
I found that old notebook in my closet one day
and thumbed through the pages of my fiction bouquet.
It revealed past wishes and childhood dreams,
but every story contained one consistent theme.
While their plots all evolved in different times and worlds,
something happened just when the stories began to unfurl.
A sentence, a period, and then nothing more,
my narrative would end, not a summation to implore.
The pattern existed in each and every tale,
as if I searched for inspiration, but to no avail.
But perhaps my endless stories spoke a message of hope
that the end of one’s journey can always change scope,
and that life is astounding because no one truly knows
what wondrous endings our stories may bestow.
They lay ready and waiting, just out of our sight,
they are free and they’re ours, should we dare to write.

The Tranquility of Passion

February 21, 2014 § Leave a comment

the tranquility of inaction
will never surpass
the tranquility of passion

for to haphazardly
create your path
and exalt in wonder
and awe of life itself,
is a task of which
one will never tire


February 20, 2014 § Leave a comment

the earth and its beauty,
its vastness, loom
before mankind, an immense mass
to explore, a giant future
to create, a brilliant life
to hurriedly find, atop a planet
of our creation
filled with beauty yet
to be discovered.

The Perplexity of Belief

February 17, 2014 § 4 Comments

is your greatest friend
for when it sits
most defiantly
atop your most wonderfully
abstract, eternally
perennial dreams, it awakens
you, and urges
your eyes open,
and your mind
to thoughtfully examine
the pathways of a
cerebrum bound
with skepticism,
to discern
its motives and
to choose
your own credence:
either accept its resting
place, among your
your ambitions
your reveries,
or rather,
awaken it quickly
release it somewhere
safely distant,
and instead,
choose to

Ode To My Diploma

February 11, 2014 § 3 Comments

I trudged to my mailbox one day in the cold
to find an envelope proclaiming “Do Not Fold.”
I opened it quickly to find you in my hand,
a single piece of paper, worth close to forty grand.
So unassuming and simple, almost nonchalant,
your importance only revealed by your fancy Gothic font.
My years of arduous and tedious work, of essays and exams,
all culminate in this single sheet, weighing just 4.5 small grams.
While I hiked uphill to the library, in the coldest nights of winter,
you waited patiently in Strong Hall, blank card-stock in the printer.
You were just a piece of paper, not sure what you’d become
and now, congrats Diploma, you’re something to be hung.
On my office wall you’ll go, next to your undergraduate twin,
at the very top of the paper-chain, in a frame looking out from within.
So thank you, little Diploma, for validating my dedication,
without you I’d just be a student, awaiting graduation.
And on the other end of the coin, perhaps in another time and place,
without me you’d be just a napkin, wiping someone’s face.

If Only

February 11, 2014 § 4 Comments

If only I could write poems all day
fill my life with shaping words like clay
I would stare through windows concocting rhyme
If I could only write poems until the end of my time

If only I could paint murals from Finland to Spain
spreading my paintbrush across imperfect terrain
I would cover the ground, the hills, and the sky
If I could only paint murals for the wandering eye

If only I could bask in the sun without end
never shadowed by coolness, nor see darkness ascend
I would swing from the sun beams and swallow the light
If only the world was forever resplendent and bright

If only, if only, the wishers do say
forgetting to love the wondrous day
and if wishes and dreams are within a life’s scope
then cast doubt aside and embrace faithful hope


January 22, 2014 § Leave a comment

where will you be five years from today?
cooking in a food truck on the streets of LA?
or singing a song at the foot of Big Ben?
or writing a letter to a far-away friend?
on a road trip south to avoid the cold?
or on a couch with your cat in a crown of gold?
will you be in a park in France enjoying a Baguette?
or in Vegas betting it all on Russian Roulette?
will you be doing a dance in the streets of Rome?
or sitting on a subway writing a poem?
will you have three kids and a corporate career?
or will you be in a bar playing pool and drinking a beer?
can you see yourself sailing across the Mediterranian Sea?
but most importantly, do you see yourself sailing with me?

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