… to give me a minute and a moment of your time, I would tell you secrets that you don’t have to keep. A set of malleable ideas to make your own, that you can utilize as you see fit and that I need no disclaimer for.
All, just so that we can share a unique mutual awareness of each other as contemporaries and coincidental players in this ever-changing world of ours.
I will attempt here to catalogue experiences that all of our psyche’s autonomously organize, with observations on our waking life and the carefully thought-out introspections that come as a result. Knowledge that you already possess, presented to you as filtered through the mind of a single individual - as random as the next - that simply enjoys sketching quotidian affairs with words.
The city doesn't let me see the stars at night
you know I can only write by firelight
on rooftops or after you've held me tight
Maybe when I missed the twilight
and all of a sudden it's after midnight.
Whatever happened to my hindsight?
I never thought I'd put up a fight
you know I only write by the moonlight
on a bridge or under a streetlight
sometimes even on a weeknight if the mood is right
or if the night is bright
When did you become so uptight that I had to rewrite?
Tonight I just might
handwrite and recite
outright try to ingnite
be polite, despite.
Tell you that everything is going to be alright.
I had a dream on a Sunday afternoon
one I couldn't share
not even with the moon
the one that so modestly carries my dreams to you
the one that so eagerly visited our pillows while we slept.
Woke up new, or so I thought
"Music will set the mood tonight as it almost always does"
Melancholic voices to think for me
of the dream I fought to leave,
where I was next to you
somewhere far away.
To sleep, perchance to dream
but to wake just to think?
TED talks, but does he ever listen?
What can I do to get back to you?
I had a dream on a Sunday afternoon,
one I couldn't share
not even with you
the one that so modestly carries the moon
the one that so eagerly visited my dreams while I slept.
The storm passed and by the foot of a stairway I sat
'neath a roof still dripping. I cried and made the whole world salt.
The light oscillated and by the roof I watched
'round the tree come the wind, to open my eyes wider than before.
The water dried and by a tree's side I ran
'cause the rain would be back, only I would not be caught off guard.
The grass soaked and by a branch sparse I sat
'neath two dancing leafs. I laughed and made the whole world
A slinky must have raveled itself around my head
Time has broken down the wooden planks beneath my bed
Super soaked knowing it's to be forever askew
Shaving cream stains on mirrors taunting, "hey, guess who?"
Unweary dreams cast forever ago in vibrant green neons
Watching twisters in spirographs shape the bygones
Mighty morphing helium inhibiting inherent flickers
Lightly brightening the creases between the counters
Laughable in crayola colored uniforms and lunches in box kits
No mind given, transforming swings to airliner cockpits
Recess was spent praising Lincoln for building a log playground
Hounded by the sun,the time soon came to find a foxhole outbound
The game of life is played only to spin the wheel
Lest we forget about the chutes the ladders try to conceal
A steady hand is vital to operate correctly
Mindful that a fisher's price, you'll remember just vaguely.
Hint: There's a toy or movie in each line.
I promised you a book.
Don't hold me to it if it's long overdue,
if it's rushed or overly verbose,
my handwriting tends to slur when I've been drinking.
Maybe the pages stick because they got wet,
if I tell you it was coffee, would you care?
It's possible that it's - what's another word for corny? -
schmaltzy; over-thought and poorly edited; grammatically and structurally incorrect.
I forgot how to write ever since you left.
I looked up form, a lot of Shakespeare
if it's funny that's probably why,
ever since I read Collins, I...
So I stole a line or two,
if I tell you I traced some drawings, would you care?
I dreamt of driving seven states to see you,
to bring you an arts & crafts project I made
like an exited kid at show & tell sleeping in a car.
You kept me at bay like you owned the place,
playing grown-up while I was playing child
I was sure it had something to do with the stars,
how we weren't seeing the same ones, because I kept wishing
that you wouldn't tell me otherwise. And then you did.
I guess you just missed my message...
but it read:
"I may not have always colored inside the lines, but I tried."