On the tragedy of words
May 14, 2014 § 1 Comment
The tragedy of words
is simply the many
that remain unsaid
the eras of feeling
and novels of truth
and epics of heroism
caught within
nets of hesitance
they struggle and pry
trying to find
a way to pour out
freed from reluctance
without fear of effect
they wish, but remain
and the tragedy
remains too
Tune
May 14, 2014 § 1 Comment
the same song
every time, a familiar sound
pushing me swiftly through
a tunnel of light on runaway pavement
turning time into traveled miles
and wind, sharp and cold and alive
making hair dance and lifting
hands skyward, that same song
we played that nervous night
in the rain, I always hear it when
I see superheroes and blue dice
and parking lots at night, a road ahead
and stars
Once
May 14, 2014 § Leave a comment
I often wonder
about sand and stars and if
they were once all one.
the search
May 8, 2014 § 2 Comments
inspiration rests
on roses and mountain tops,
between storied pages and hemispheres,
among rushed crowds and hands held,
it comforts prayerful knees,
and falls in time with pouring rain,
it’s the voice on the other end,
and the stars on my dashboard,
and it rests quietly, profoundly,
always before us,
but always within.
catch
May 8, 2014 § Leave a comment
it was never all at once
it was better that way
like the paper plane
you floated toward me
veering east, then west
and eventually landing
in my outstretched hands
Float
May 7, 2014 § Leave a comment
I try to freeze time
And place it far away
Suddenly, forcefully
Pause the seconds
Building to years
Bridges, moments
I try to write it all down
Find space for it
On an anchored ship
Battling an ocean
And those perfect moments
That somehow stay afloat
I sometimes worry
Are far too insignificant
To be carried by the waves
For much longer
Inquiry
May 4, 2014 § 1 Comment
Does anyone else ever wonder
what time really means?
And what if everything in this life
is just a figment of our dreams?
If there was nothing, anywhere,
then what would even be?
And why is it that our life story
is just one incredible mystery?
One
May 4, 2014 § 1 Comment
Inhale like it’s your first breath
one you never thought you’d take
because you knew the odds were slim
of living something so fantastically great.
See the stars like they fell into place
at this exact moment and time
painted onto the sky as a sunset gift
perhaps, just for you, they shine.
Believe in the magic lingering from youth
don’t let cynics darken your sun
taste the joy in the simple every day
for by being here, we are the lucky ones.
companion
May 2, 2014 § 3 Comments
to understand
another, is so beautiful
and complex. we try
our whole lives
each and every day
to connect and find
a common ground
that somehow joins
the island of theirs
with yours. it’s purely
remarkable
when our tiresome search
suddenly relents. we spy
that small expanse
of terrain, shared space,
and we want to lay
on that welcome ground
for hours,
maybe even years
discovering what brought
us to this place
and wondering, with intensity,
how we can keep it
like this
forever
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