Monday, September 22, 2008

Wind

Wind at my back pushing me over
It's edge is so soft
A force so strong
Heard not seen
Felt not touched
A paradox existence
Brings life, brings rain
Lifts birds, lifts planes
Contains butterflies, and hurricanes
Life and death
In a gust, in a breath
It comes and goes all at once
Ever present
Wind

Sunday, September 21, 2008

Sandals

Flip flop protection
Let your pedals breathe
Through straps
Ageless, timeless walking
Something so organic
Kicked back and relaxed
Chilled out and all about
The absence of socks
Better hope you don't get chased
But it's okay if you come by water
Wear them on a warm day
Forget the laces
Sandals' soles speak to mine.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

Forget the Maybe

Quiet pavement means cars sneak by at fifty miles per hour. Exhilarating, as I walk in such a way so as to be intentionally surprised. Walk the white line between traffic flow and the ditch line. Plugged in to music mostly muffling the engines of automobiles. Songs singing, playing musical messages - more than empty entertainment. I am spoken to and am relating back - pondering present with every step. Guitars and keyboards play the background to this thinking session. I am fortunate to have such a distance to travel. I notice the clean blackness of smooth new pavement and realize my need for sealing and surfacing. I see my ruts so easily stuck in, but I don't have cones and flaggers to control the traffic in my mind. Maybe I'll stay away from the rutted roads and dodge off the shoulder to the path less taken, and I'll find it's travelers - my friends - and move along with my minority gang going gung-ho against the flow. Maybe I won't say maybe.

Forget the maybe.

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

Crosswalk

I saw a girl one day who walked liker her beauty was her dark little secret
She tried to hide it, but she just couldn't keep it
Hands in pockets, chin down counter-bold
She wore a scarf and a petticoat, as if it were cold
Straight skinny jeans and worn canvas shoes
A guitar over shoulder for singing the blues
She's the girl who sits quietly in the back of her classes
She look up through bangs and black thick-rimmed glasses
And as she walked by, in chance our eyes met
I saw a deepness of blue I could never forget
Alas my strides carried me quickly away
But I'll remember the secret I crossed paths with that day.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Strange Love

Strangers everywhere
Falling in Love in a blink
Two unknown people, all it takes is a wink
or a smirk then butterflies
Following which they will think
"What a rush I've had,
Like never before - 
What could it possibly hurt
To try it once more?"
Looking back over shoulder
A nonchalant attempt with intent
Her eyes are much warmer this time
But you are never content
For your flight is leaving
And her taxi door closed
Your baggage is heavy
Your dreams - not as you supposed
The cab runs away, into the pour
As you stand like an island
In front of the door
That slid open for your entry
But instead got cold air
While both you and the door wonder, 
"Why isn't life fair?"

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Foolish Boy

Foolish Boy
Can't you see that Loves not a toy?
How could you be so fickle, so coy?
You Failed to see the dire consequences
Great walls between friends, will start off as fences
Buying the broken is futile when the victim is priceless
Your swung bat of intentions was masquerading as viceless
You struck deep hatred in me, so don't be surprised when
All the king's horses, and all the kings men, can't put you together again
You were instructed with caution, advice you cast aside
Which is a shame, for now you shall ever abide
In a dark corner of my mind and my heart
Where the same scene plays over - where what I loved, gets ripped it apart.

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

*

Black star unseen
Shines black, not bright
But only when all thats left
Is light

Paradox of Want

Bittersweet desire
Longs to be fulfilled
But when the void is void no more
The desire then is killed.
So then therefore it's bittersweet
This desire felt so needed
For even though it hungers so
We can never fully feed it.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Secret Wish

I press the Coke bottle to my lips
I raise my wrist, letting liquid slide
A thirst unquenched
For I wished for whiskey
A desire I choose to hide

Monday, May 19, 2008

Coffee Stranger

Unlike most, I hadn't noticed her as she walked in.  My nose was deep in a book as she ordered her drink.  She sat down as my eyes lifted from the pages, and we shared smirks from the corners of our lips.  We hurried away from awkwardness with the breaking of eye contact - I tried to escape with my book - but I wanted to see her ... so I glanced again.

Simple black shoes on crossed legs.  A knee length skirt showed only barely from beneath a long sophisticated khaki jacked - still buttoned - her purse still tucked under-arm.  She wasn't staying long.  Her long sandy hair half up, half down, ornately tied behind her head the same way the rest hung over the side of one shoulder.  Blue eyes, I remember, that now looked around the room, trying to seem busy as she waited.  She must've known that I had noticed her, more than just an object.

Her coffee came, was placed on the counter nearest me.  She took it, already leaving, walking off into the rain.  And I wondered who she was, and why she wasn't staying.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Granted

You took my heart for granted
Once, and then again
You snatched my heart right off my sleeve
With your slight of hand
At first you promised me love
But then you chose to neglect
Now you wonder why its broken
Well, what'd you expect?

Thursday, March 13, 2008

?

I write a love song to a question mark
To a girl named fill-in-the-blank
Multiple memories of success amidst failure
Paint the picture of the punctuation mark
That I have fallen in love with.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Finalitude

Either tell me you don't love me
Or convince me that you do
For if my mind is left to wonder
I'll fall out of love with you