pulse
August 7, 2014 § 3 Comments
if we repeated the same words
again and again, like heartbeats
keeping pace with life, like drumbeats
shouting above the melody,
calls of meaning and rushes of sound
that keep time with our rhythm
it’s like we want something to change
it’s like we need something to end
but those words just keep beating,
like my heart for you.
question
July 21, 2014 § 2 Comments
does anyone else
use their fingers to count each
haiku syllable?
ok good.
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
uncovered
July 10, 2014 § Leave a comment
I find hope at the bottom of drawers
caught between pages
stuck together by time
written in a hurried hand
rushed ink that speaks
meaning from years ago
still waiting on wilted pages
for an ear to listen
calling from its home
to be lifted from those pages
facade
July 2, 2014 § 1 Comment
anyone can talk about beautiful things
puffy white clouds and shiny jeweled rings
good hair days and your five year plan
how far you and your dog just ran
but it takes a certain kind of guts
to tell the whole world that your day sucks
what if truth was shared on Instagram
about how you baked those brownies without the Pam
and how you spent your paycheck way too fast
and worry about things that are long past
how you fear you’ll fail when you let others in
how you still regret turning down that boy with the grin
but what if into the wind self-consciousness was tossed
and we all talked freely about fear and loss
what if we shared real moments while forgoing a guise
and looked each other right in the eyes
a world without the pretense and the shiny veneer
would this reality intrude on how life should appear?
or would it provide something else completely freeing,
the beauty of truly connecting with another human being
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
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
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