A bad memory is like a nightmare
Totally unexpected
A distasteful virtual abyss
It is the good memories
With which we overcome
Randomly welcomed and savored
It is like a soulmate for life

I used to be able to close my eyes
for longer than a blink
but paranioa has a funny way of shortening the intervals between open and close
blood shot eyes is my new self portarit
only enemies and maskaraders can be seen through these windows
that lead to a fast beating heart
that is aggressively racing to its final destination

You were my everything
                  and you left with bags of me
without all my stuff
                  possession-less
Nights still matured into days
                  days still died to nights
Flowers will bloom
                  regardless
Heaven will shine
                  regardless
And I'll buy all new stuff

Hands are scarred
Of touching things they shouldn't
Creeping along surfaces that aren't smooth
Chipped finger nails scratch at stone structures
until they are just nail beds
Palms are rock solid
Like the great wall they're trying to intercept
Like elephant skin
Or just plain rocks
They never dig too deep
The surfaces are too thick
Built to keep out curious fingertips
Constructed to be where no one goes
I'll search them
to reach the chewy center
And won't stop until I'm blowing bubbles

21 people looked up to the sky in unison
As millions pulled their feet off the ground
the world will keep on spinning
Gravity will keep us perfectly still
21 people
42 eyes
captured the clouds on Polaroid paper
stuck up on walls that hold up roofs
We'll keep on trying to let it go
these thoughts of how we are still here
questions of our importance
we are just that
our purpose is to be in the pursuit
of purpose

you are words
you are tea leaves
sun dried things
and pillow feathers
orange faces and brown arms take you as their own
you were known before you were known to them
us cave people know very little about things beyond our door steps
the sight of you burns straight through our pure white sheets
places that see you, see very little light and bird droppings
but you are smoke
that travels far beyond roof tops and clouds
and give the air an acidic taste
thank you
for who you are

Cold Water
turns my skin blue
And feeds me a hard portion of life's true gifts
filters and funnels all the cushy grains out of my coffee
and leaves a bitter after taste
it might have lasted days if I didn't inject myself back into the streams of society
I flowed further and further each time
exploring each twirling tributary
all that leads back to this humble kitchen table
where my coffee gets served
along with a tasty bowl
of Cold Water