Feel

Oh colorful ineptitude, what is your plea
Diligent extravagance, what are your wants
Can one find the hinges of a watermelon

Ring

The phone it rings and it isn’t you.
I say have a nice day, but it isn’t true.

Call after call, I listen and I speak.

Lying Closing Opening

The tap is running.
The Frisbee is flying.
The moon is shining.

Eight

I’m floating under without a knife
With only 8 seconds left in my life
I think of the girls I never kissed

I Try

I had sad news to tell you, of a road less traveled by.
My words you took with eyes so strong, you tried hard not to cry.

I looked at you and though of times when I had held you near.

At the Door

There’s a pebble in my shoe and it’s my tongue
When I’m alone I suck my thumb
My pillow, it always pulls my hair

Cereal

It’s over.
I bite my lip and my cereal tastes like blood.
Something’s been taken from my hands.

Empty Hands

I write nothing because I feel nothing
But my own ignored truth leads my confession
Of feeling more than I know

Dripping Time

Times change and the sands in the hour glass fall.
Some things less known, and forgotten tales run tall.

The shiny and the new, replace the treasures of old.

Memory Is Foe

We are all but shadows in the night.
Hoping to give one last fast fight
Our arms look weak but our face is strong

My Mum

The smell of a mother is softness of heart.
Her role undefined, you always did your part.
Through the blood, barf, and through the many tears.

In My Shoes

When you sit in a chair you still see through your own eyes.
But what if you could see the pain of others, through their masks and lies?

A million darkened memories enveloping the pain.

My Will

Do I have the will to live until,
I will no longer have the will, to live?
And then they will, read my will, to find my will,

Never Even

From first hand shakes to goodbye hugs
From sharp words that cut like a knife
To kindred sprits combining as one

Single Leaf

a single leaf i received tonight
i could not place it with all my might

i put it to my nose and smelled a memory

Dear Innocence

Dear Innocence,

It sure has been a long time since I’ve seen you. I almost feel like I don’t even know you anymore. Do you think we could spend some more time together? Would you let me come back to you? I really do miss you and all the things we used to do together.

Oh Innocence, do you still run through the tall grass and play in the leaves? Do you still spend hours walking that old invisible tight rope? Do you still like to avoid the cracks in the pavement? Do you still pretend your mashed potatoes are a giant volcano and the peas are little men?

Paperclip Jesus

Jesus is my paperclip.
He holds my life together.
All the soft papers of my life.

Deep

My own pen is a mighty sword that stabs myself.
My own words are the words that pierce within.
And my own thoughts reach down so deep.

No

I want to shove this pen right down my throat.
I just can’t believe what you just wrote.
It wasn’t what you penned but what you spoke from the start.

Cast Aside

By the side of the road I see a broken umbrella.
Kings and queens and a dirty Cinderella.

Everyone thinks that their way is the fastest.

Now What

Childish ambitions of youth,
From ill knowledge and ignorance.
The fading ambers of realizations made in the bright fire.

Closed

All I can hear is the music.
The music is loud.
But, not too loud.

Softer Still

my thoughts abound to my mind of the past
to fears of those friendships that might not last

each friend might be temporary, but i try my best
here today gone tomorrow; you know the rest

many people have i just met
and they each one; they let me in
things they’ve done and places they’ve been

from people in our lives to postmodern art
i just couldn’t believe this love in my heart
your hurts you hide, but you’re even still thankful
my problems shrink in compare, i had thought them a handful

Genuine

Is my mind’s t.v. on the right channel?
A fuzzy signal to my brain through a funnel.

Please

I walk around in circles.
I’m trapped inside a box,
of which I can’t get out.

It's Missing

An explosion within that I must contain.
Emotions I have, my pride finds my shame.

I grit my teeth and I shake my head.

His Breath

I’ve seen inside the factory of few and far between,
Buttons and knobs of plenty; noses and eyes of the people machine.

The human maker fashions and forms and counts the hairs on our head,
He knits together his batch of love and breaths in his life, just like he said.

Closed eyes, now open and can see their creator,
The perfect creation now exits the factory, God says “see you later.”

Mailbox to Jesus

I make my pleas, you hear my cry,
I wait for you response, I listen; you know I try.

I praise you for me, for them, everything and all,

Nothing

My fingers grip my hair
They slide right through.
A small tangle in the end.

I Vow

But, I can not say till death do us part
For at my death will I run to you arms.
Jesus, my Lord, Lover, the Great I Am

New Friend

I found a pine cone and his name is Rodger.
He calls himself the artful dodger.
He’s not very tall and he’s lost some weight.

Door Handles

door handles can lead to so many things,
joyful time passing with a little string.
around every corner a world of sights,

I've Got Words

on the days when i feel like writing,
conflicting words in my head are fighting.
two bottles of ice tea sit on the table,
i speak out loud and my words seem stable.
shaky they appear as they go on the page,
will anything i say last, will they last through the age..
i shout inside and then i pause
Words, they are a noble cause

Shadows of Regret

Shadows are but form and the lack of light,
Strong and hard they follow without a fight.
We drag them along, or with them we come,

Influencer

Everything is an influencer.
Every sight and sound one hears or sees.
Even now as you read this,

More

Birds have two wings,
they have all they need.
Now, if a bird wanted three wings,

All in Jest

I look down at my black shoes.
I can hear the crinkle of the stones beneath my tread.
The dirt road smiles at my existence.

Life: The Compilation

life is a compilation of realizations
knowledge acquired from jumps and falls
two steps back, the saying goes

No Name Brand Friend

Tough love, tough hate and talk and talk they do
Words here, thus words there, nay to fight, takes two
With people nie the hardship doth they make

Almost

almost
a falling leaf,
a speckled reef,

In My Eyes

my reflection knows no boundaries
the slave that i am, to the evil inside
i can feel it swarm around me like a leaf fallen on my shoulder

Knowing Innocence

An unlearning of things known.
A playful child, now fully grown.

A return to innocence, I know the smell.

The Day Our Friendship Died

The time our friendship died
I could not trace the day
In truth, I could have cried

I See the Light

I just got one of those fluorescent light bulbs.
My room is now very bright.
I can finally see the light

Smiles a Little

Tire tread on a bloody squirrel
See it cringe and watch it curl
The lady, she laughs as she honks her horn

Picture Frames

Picture Frames

I thought I was running a race. The race of life. I don’t think I was competing with anyone. They say anything is possible and if you really want something, you can push hard and run for it. I was running hard toward a University degree. But I wasn’t sure if I was headed the right direction, like running a race on a track and not sure if I was facing the right way or if the path was the right one. I almost felt rushed that I had to decide my whole life right now.

Rediscovered

An old dancer’s steps, plod along
into a heavenly tableau of desired love
bestowed by the descending open road.

A Dove and a Sparrow

A Dove and a Sparrow up high in a tree
A pie on a window fresh as can be
The window now open with curtains bright