A break before a fall before the landing on two feet.
Where life and the real world meet.
Collision course corrected.
You're electric with momentum.
A crashed constellation of stardust.
Misbehaviors your savior.
This time it's not a bust.
This time it's in you you should trust.
Dec 22, 2022
Dec 22, 2022 at 2:03 PM UTC
You are made of a million moments,
atoms of distant stars and absolute energy.
You exploded into this life and you will implode out of it,
filling the empty spaces around you, heavy matter that
mattered only to you
You are stardust
Nov 30, 2022
Nov 30, 2022 at 7:46 PM UTC
Untraceable interactions leave impressions so impactful
You’re rocked back by the blast, ground zero
Are you really realizing the reality you’re comprising?
These delectable dangers taste sweet on his fingers
Confident careful hands crafting curious relations
A life lived that isn’t wasted, embrace it.
Nov 30, 2022
Nov 30, 2022 at 7:45 PM UTC
A blink and you missed it
A moment so specific
A dip in the deep end
Didn’t just get our feet wet
Wanted it…
Regretted it?
Loved it!
But let’s not forget...
You make the bed you sleep in
Nov 30, 2022
Nov 30, 2022 at 7:43 PM UTC
Your skin, old bark, smells of dust and time.
Faraway eyes focus, tiny camera lenses searching for clarity.
An absolute existence like mist, soft and heavy, light and cool.
Overpass passes overhead, others scurry by, no notice.
You were loved once, and once loved, tender baby with possibilities.
What fork in the road ate you up and spit you out?
Patterns and roadways etch your face, a great map of life.
You bleed, a blood of society, of addiction and affliction.
You are no saint, your wings melted when you went too far
Choices and chances, circumstance, **** happens.
Some day eyes will open and see you.
They will notice and they will understand you.
Dec 16, 2014
Dec 16, 2014 at 12:02 PM UTC
Awake and thirsty
So thirsty my tongue goes out on its own in search of the oasis
the basin
my sink.
Full of dishes laminated with food
The faint odor of, is that dog or food or me?
I can barely see.
My eyes hurt, my head hurts and something else within hurts.
Water alone cannot quench a thirst like this
A hole I built with my bare hands
Cigarette conversations waft from my hair, their smokey words faint and familiar
What did I say? What didn't I say? What can I say now?
I drank too much
Needed too much
I felt alone among dozens and alive to myself.
Bottom shelf
What a bad idea.
I can still feel those well worn tables tapped by fingers reinventing themselves.
Buoyant ideas too big for small spaces
and small minds.
I can almost taste the salt in the air, bodies in motion, tangy sweet.
Lose yourself in low lights and laughter, afloat on madness.
A place where late and early are the same.
My mind is fogged in, a great lighthouse within keeps me wondering what lies on the shore.
What happy insanity did I witness?
A pause.
Still nothing.
Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 5:15 PM UTC
Dear romance, you wet stinky thing you.
I see you now and again
walking down the street following a gaggle of girls.
Their faces
Shiny with stories of boys, boys who will endure you for the sake of 2nd base.
In turn you are followed.
Followed by wistful sighs, aged people, young enough to remember, but too worn to feel your spark.
Oh, dearest romance,
I knew you once
When I gave you up through a pen,
a fearless handwritten love note stuffed with anxiety into a locker.
There was no sleepover that ended where I didn't feel exuberant in your possibilities.
But, my dear old friend
You have let yourself go
You are lost in your hallmark bygone era, a drone to some great marketing machine
Your impossible implications are dated and give way to dangerous expectations.
I implore you, Romance, let go of your ridged standards
Flowers? Chocolates? When has a presentation of affection ever been so limited?
Yes, you have sold out
And now, with your pockets full and that yacht all gassed up
You leave us, your adoring friends, adrift in an ocean of pretexts and false ideology
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 5:23 PM UTC
This unforgiving life is living me raw
It's given me hope and then taken it all
I've loved here and hated here, but have broken few laws
Got a well deserved beating in spite of my flaws
Gained confidences and lost conflicts and for this I applaud
A life finally balanced just as the last day draws.
Here is where I found the Devil and where I lost God.
Mar 14, 2014
Mar 14, 2014 at 5:28 PM UTC
Gentle judgy eyebrows, hold up that cautious brow
Span the spacious distance from furrow to crown
Eyes of distant pewter pour
Over days of yesterday yor undercovers and desperate for....
Skin still young and sunlight starved, crinkle under laugh and yawn
Your beard a thing, a glory born, bushy brindles lightly shorn
Happy are the lips of one, who I fondly call S Dub
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 11:44 PM UTC
I am buried beneath technology
where a lighted screen is telling me
how to dream and who to be.
It's severing my heartstrings
and numbing my daydreams
the type of connection
and affection
I never knew I needed.
Would not be without
could not live without
The relationship no one warned me about.
And now, here I sit, idle and alone
surround by friends I've never met
or hardly know
I read of tragedies that don't affect me
they are overseas
and out of reach.
Bradbury was right
oh, how these parlors delight
When did we all lose sight?
That those are our dreams to dream
unseen
by these lighted screens.
Jan 9, 2014
Jan 9, 2014 at 2:51 PM UTC