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

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.

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.

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.

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?"

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.

*

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.

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

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.

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?

?

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.

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

The Sailor's Knot

Oh how I wish that I could run

That I could run away with you

But even though I love you so

There is nothing I can do

Day by day, plan by plan

I scheme a way to flee

We are so close to setting sail

So close to being free

But alas my love, we are tied down

And so our sails can't fly

Even though we have the wind

Time is not on our side

Through The Back

BANG!!

Like a line drive to the face

A bullet shot, straight and true

With a fast and deadly pace.

Hollow-pointed words arranging in your mind

"CLICK" - The mouse pulled the trigger

And you left me behind.

Out from behind a shoulder

Frozen iced and cold

The metal speeds through my back

Blood runs red and bold.

I turn to see my shooter

And I am weakened at the knees

Only, not by love this time

But by the blood you draw from me.

Hope and made me blind

Alas, now I can see

That even though I declared my love

You never did love me.

Your secrets were intended

To soften up the blow

But your secret shot went through my back

Rang loud, and now I know

That as I am brought down

As I fall upon my knees

As my blood escapes my chest

And my shirt soaks red with ease

As my eyes are opened

And I hear your last reply

You take his hand, whisper, "I'm sorry"

And leave me there to die.

Don't Say You Love Me

Games with my mind

But maybe you didn't mean to play

But whether or not you meant to

It's hurting anyways

Love is blind 

Therefor I couldn't see

That the one you loved

Wasn't me

Oh that day of my eyes first opening

Began that day of my hopes closing

And when those doors begin to shut

Darkness seems unavoidable ... but

A new light will shine through a window unseen

And now for escape, I now have a means

I'll unlock it, open it, and climb on through

And I'll look for someone to love

Who'll love me back too...

Someone, Always There

As she sits, swaying on the swing, the sunlight ripples across her face through the branches.  The grass gently tickles her feet while she drifts back and forth.  She gazes into the horizon, watching the sunset.  Another day is passing.  Her eyes close and she hears the birds singing, sprinklers sputtering in the distance, and the creaking of the swing ropes under the old willow tree.  The sway of the swing grows smaller, and she can't keep going, as her feet can't touch the ground.  The end of the ride is coming, just as is the end of the day, so she'll simply take in the scenery while it lasts.  Perhaps she will return tomorrow and renew her joy with the rising sun.  In the dark she feels alone, but she doesn't have to be.  Together we could gaze upon the stars and the heavens as we lay beneath the old willow tree.  And when the rising morning sun returns, she can swing again, and I will never leave her side.

She

She is incomprehensible.  Her presence pokes my brain provoking cooling embers to kindle and re-ignite.  In and out of my life she comes and goes as the tide to a sandy beach.  And as the beach when the tide is in, I am softened, wet, and moldable.  But when she is gone, I am dry and only able to be blown away and about by the winds of life.  I cannot move, so I must accept these things or be miserable.  

By day I am warmed by sunlight - peace comes upon me as the heat sustains.  Sunset comes and I gaze, fixated by it's beauty - I am satisfied.  By night I am not yet alone, for the moon reflects the sun, and it's light with the stars as angels guide me in the midst of darkness.  i am not lost without the sun, for I know that he has only gone away to comfort the distant shores beyond my horizon.  I am never in true darkness.

When the sun returns, oh the glory it shows - brilliance in the sunrise, and the sands upon my surface are warm again.  While the ocean is untamable, the sun is constant.  But if you look beyond the surface and dig into my shore, even though the sand on which you stand is dry, you will still find water.  Even though she comes and goes, you will still find her in the depths near my soul, even if only faintly underneath the surface.  She is the paradox of distant presence, and as long as the tide comes and goes, the water by my soul will never dry up.

Passenger Window

Soft, meandering thoughts of nothingness pass through my mind, like the passing trees and power lines outside my passenger window.  I am free of the bustle and stress that cause my mind to race, but ironically I am at a lack of something to focus upon.  And so my mind lazily wanders from distant thought to thought, like the lazy up and down of the slack between the power polls.  Thoughts linked by randomness, ongoing seemingly without direction.  It's peaceful.

Untitled Attraction

Under the shadow that's cast over me

Yes I can see you but you can't see me

Apparently worthless, you pay me no mind

So walk off with him and leave me behind

I'll act all happy, because I should be

There's someone for you but no one for me

I'll go back to my shadow and spin 'round and around

And aimlessly search for "the one", 

Who cannot be found