​​​​  ​​ ​​I’ve been around the world​​​​​​​​​​
And learned this much hence:
You don’t need
a gun to
trigger
events

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Oddity

Consider me oddly encumbered
Goddily slumbered
Vastly outnumbered by ghastly pontoons
Shot for the moons, and falling up short
Calling for loons, and stalling for sport
All for the thwarting of wars I don’t fight
For the sake of supporting the chance that I might

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Passer By

Sometimes, as the world goes by
And I stand still
And feathers fly
And puddles fill
And meadows dry
And shadows fall from out the sky
And cast uncertainties at hand
And seasons pass
And I still stand
For reasons I don’t truly know
Watching maples slowly grow
And starlings go
And darlings die
I sit and lowly wonder why
We’re flushed waist deep in changing tides
Upon these slowly creeping rides
That never lead away from where
We came upon this tiny terre
Where we dare to stand and stare
And care for life, although it’s very
Very brittle
In a world so vast, and time so little
Whittling away our daunting days
In ever-pondered, wandered ways
That lead us back to where we came
So we may die
As the same old world still saunters by

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These lives are but our shadows cast
Upon a piece of earth

And all we’ve done, and ever do
Gives shape to what we’re worth

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Her

She tips atop the frames of others
On ballerina toes
Twinkle dancing lonesome lovers
Unto catching throes

She knows, she knows!
She hears your weary dearful cries
And waits for you upon the mount
Wherefore your sun shall rise

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Conversation with Self

People tell me I’m self-centered, and I don’t know what to do about that.
Care about others.
I do, I think they’re great.
Care about them more than you.
What good would I be doing for my own purpose by ignoring my own desires?
And that’s what makes you self-centered.
Seems like one has to be…
Why?
Because when I’m centered, that’s when I’m most capable.
Capable of what?
Doing everything better.
Then why not get better at caring about others?
I can.
Then do it.
I do.
Then why do they think you’re self-centered?
They must see how empowered I am.
As in…
Like a sun.
So, they’re like planets?
Kind of… Sometimes, I guess.
Little dominating, no?
Not always, it changes, sometimes I’m smaller.
So, it’s a competition…
Just trying my best at life.
What if someone else’s best is better?
All I can worry about is my own.
Is it something that actually worries you?
Uhh… sometimes, sure.
Why?
Feels like it’s off track.
From what?
Where I want it.
Are you really in charge of where it goes?
With every action I make.
Really?
Seems that way.
Then what actions work best?
At what?
Putting your life back on track.
I guess those that fulfill my needs.
Being?
Happiness, accomplishment, appreciation, I dunno, love.
How do you get them?
I dunno… by giving them?
To who?
Others.
Do you?
Huh?
Do you give those things to others?
No, I guess not.
Why?
…because I only think about myself.
But the best way to help yourself–
Is to give others what I wanna receive.
Sounds like a pretty selfish thing to do.
Then I should be good at it.
They might stop calling you self-centered…
So?
So, what happens if they start calling you selfless?
I tell them why they’re stupid.
They might not take kindly.
Doesn’t matter, I’m self-centered.
Is that caring about others?
Dammit.
Good try though…
We finished here?
Probably never.
Can I at least take a burrito break?
Will you share it?
You’re just a disembodied voice in my head…
I still like burritos.
Fine, I’ll share it.
See? Progress already.
You’re kind of a dick.
A helpful dick.
Still a dick.
You’re welcome.

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Lost Again

The question lingers
Pointing its poky finger
Into the mushy reduction of my grumbled mind

Bantering like some mad child
Circling on his tricycle
Taunting over and over

Filling me with the swirling frenzy
Of darting fish all screaming together

Calling, begging, raging, poking
In some incomprehensible multi-dimensional
Tetrahedron of pointed vernacular
Jabbing its obsessive spikes
Like anchors into my mind

Exploding with the rage of confinement
Shrieking into empty halls of glassware
Threatening to shatter the world

Screaming “WHY!?” as creatures tremble
“WHY!?” as canyons crumble
“WHY!?” As tectonic plates devastate rural townships
In horror and desperate haste
“WHY!?” For the sweet love of flogging donkeys
Can’t I remember what I was going on about?

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Undo

Make blind my eyes
And bind my hands
And cast in guise these wandered lands

Subdue the truth
Undo my youth
Unclue the proof of vaster skies
Uncast the spells and cut these ties
And give me fall to halt this rise

I know it’s lies!
I know I’ll cry
I know I’ll ever wonder Why

I know I’ll die
I know I will
But I don’t care, I want it still

Give me breath to taste the air
And give me sea to stand and stare

Give me heartache
Give me hurry
Give me blessed want and worry
Race my mind and bust my gut
And break my bones and let me shut
My eyes once more to golden sun
And glow in nature’s holding hum
To learn of love
And burn with rage
And sing of life beyond a cage
Whose bars can never bar my soul
Oh let me be once more unwhole
So I may dream the dreams of freedom
And pour the words of one who knows
That there are rules, but we don’t need them
So long as we have righteous goals

Give me one more night of starshine
Give me one more day ashore
Let me feel that thumping drumline
Let me live on earth once more

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