vagabond
American
The only people for me / are the mad ones, the ones / who are mad to live, / mad to talk, / mad to be saved, / desirous of everything / at the same time, / the ones who never yawn / or say a common place thing, / but burn, burn, burn / like fabulous yellow Roman candles / exploring like spiders across the stars... / ~~Jack Kerouac / / I couldn't have said it any better. / / Seduce my mind, and you can have my body / Find my soul, and I'm yours forever / / ~~A.S.K. / / these are my moleskine scratches / my little excerpts of life amidst doodles / and grocery lists / / / Can I be as I believe myself to be or as others believe me to be? Here is where these lines become a confession in the presence of my unknown and unknowable me, unknown and unknowable for myself. Here is where I create the legend wherein I must bury myself... / ...::|Miguel de Unamuno|::...
Sinew and locks
the lines of your face, your brow
your nose
your chin
I can't see your eyes
I can feel them
your hair, falling in my face
my face against your face
in your hair
*what am I gonna do
so crazy-you-
my one and only*
I wasn't expecting you
again, you've blindsided me
the moments that matter
are those that take your breath away
and you had me there
for as long as I could remember
Now you're all I think about
once your face graces my synapses
maybe it's the way you looked at me, often
it's probably because of the space between us
and the moments we speak
that leave me hanging on thoughts of you
I remember this
but it's like fire every time we touch
so crazy-me
this is how you wreck me, again
Mar 18, 2014
Mar 18, 2014 at 7:40 PM UTC
Am I read so easily?
Do I display my emotions
so clearly?
My soul, do I bear
so blatantly?
Can I hide nothing?
I am transparent.
I am no liar.
In fact, I'm terrible.
My truth, too honest
my appeasement, obvious
my distaste, too obvious
my pains, apparent
my joy, over-joyous
I am predictable
in my crooked hypocrisy.
I am unconvincing
despite my conviction.
I am a lack of words
in a serious discourse.
All along
and
I didn't know it.
love me hate me
kiss me **** me
I would.
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 5:10 PM UTC
Long roads take us nowhere
but to the same place, sun and air.
Home again in a stranger land
Stranger than the mountain lair
Scorn it some, then call it home...
Taste the salty layer.
Waves crashing in the air.
Breathe in the earthen ruin.
Rivers roaring over rocks.
Ramblin' on down the roads,
Numbers and unknown names..
****** with beauty for eternity
these sunsets, these moon rises..
You go somewhere you know for new surprises,
leave with nothing more than what you came with.
Just a change of scenery, just a new sound.
Find a place where you belong
or just ramble on
Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 9:08 PM UTC
When dreams don't conceive wonderful things
I wonder if slumber was meant for the dreamer....
Certainly it must, for the mind it is lust
To fall asleep peacefully, I meditate, if I don't, I palpitate
A racing mind, pacing to find thoughts that rewind
Through my pillow, I hear my heart beat
The cold seeps through my sheets, will I sleep?
I try to think of unicorns, and angel horns
Fanciful things to help me dream
But faeries pinch me back to realities
It is dark and reality is impudently stark
The wind seems to send voices that blend in noises
Their urgency is no emergency, for reality has no consistency
Nothing is real; this concept is my mind set
the humans that fear this, don't feel the bliss
of freedom, freedom of the mind
it is this kind, that makes us shine.
Jun 11, 2013
Jun 11, 2013 at 5:15 PM UTC
When I breathe you in
-that's when I love you-
something comes over me,
unlike any other feeling
that comes with a sense.
I am powerless beneath you,
do you know this?
You control me with nothing.
How do you do this?
I'm yours...
...but what is that feeling
when someone takes you by surprise
and leaves you
wrecked?
I'd like to know.
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 9:51 PM UTC
Sittin',
Lookin' pretty, with nowhere to go
and no one to see.
Wonderful me....
May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 8:17 PM UTC