dreamer

September 27, 2016 § Leave a comment

every thought becomes caught
on the next in my mind
it’s a web chasing time
in a tangle of silk
that falls from my grip
gently tugging at reality
the outline catches light
and a path intercepts
only to be swept away
by tessellations of sound
and thoughts that surround
thoughts of what should be

but what about me?

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the omniscient sound

July 15, 2014 § 1 Comment

it’s the song for the wandering man
lost somewhere south of France
for the one who believes in madness
and lives in a starlit trance

it’s the song for those who can’t decide
if time is worth the wait
it’s for those who live in the valley
to hide from mountains of hate

it’s the song for those who chase
but can never reach the edge
the song about that forgotten match
flicked from the 8th story ledge

it’s the song that was sung by odysseus
as he sailed the immortal sea
the one that was sung by the crowds
as they lifted the gates and ran free

be it heroes or dreamers, those who fly
and the ones who have simply joined hands
it’s a song for those who can see eternity
in carvings in the sand

it’s the song that reminds us that even though
we stand dispersed beneath our sun
there’s a force that tethers us all to its words
and has turned our souls into one

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

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

Forever

April 25, 2014 § 2 Comments

If forever could fit
in the palm of my hand,
then I’d take your hand
in mine.

Because I’d never want forever
to be without you,
it’d be an enormous waste
of time.

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?

Timing

March 18, 2014 § Leave a comment

Perhaps if our clocks were in sync
at a quarter past eight
and you gazed up at a cloud floating west
to find it reminded you
of a day with shallow fountains
and blindingly bright skies
old yearbooks and made-up songs
and looking past the cloud and past
the sky, would you perhaps see
centrifugal force spinning,
a constant dance holding two
together, and perhaps if I checked the time
on my wrist at a quarter past eight
but saw turned tables and opened doors
years passing, but seconds remaining still
perhaps the earth would gently tilt
and perhaps, for once, gravity
would be on our side and
in that moment of you being there
and I, being here,
perhaps we would somehow
find a way back
to each other

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