We’re all just dancing.      
That’s life, an infinite and cosmic dance.      
The sound waves that the world produces wanders from polka    
to jazz    
all the way over the Appalachian mountains    
to finger picking bluegrass.    

Yes, life is simply a dance      
But dancing is not simple.        
What is the goal?        
To feel good!    
But for who to feel good?    
Is it enough that my endorphins rise    
To the rhythm of experience?    
No.    
To dance alone is beautiful,    
But not enough.    

So the point of the dance:    
To feel good!    
I    
and    
you    
and    
her    
and    
them    
and    
all.    

But how?    
Cause that is important.      
Well, first you have to hear the music    
Then you have to listen to the music    
Then you have to feel the music    
Then you can live the music    

We’re all in this beautiful dancehall    
I believe it’s called, The Universe    
And the music is soft    
So we have to listen close    
And we have to get close    
Cause we wanna get each other high    
But we have to watch out for each other’s toes    
Happiness for the individual is only possible    
When everyone is dancing to the same tempo    

The song can be different    
But the tempo must be the same    
Everyone moves in syncopation    
Toes are in tact and souls are in communion    

And there it is    
The cosmic dance    
To get my high    
I get you high    
And to get us high    
We get the neighbors high
And it can be a beautiful cycle    

Just, when your neighbor steps on your toes    
Pretend you don’t notice    

Life is a dance    
Dancing is fun.

I smile, wave, and say goodbye,
because you can’t come with me on this ride.
Floating home, up to the sky,
I never knew I could use these eyes.
Lifting off familiar ground,
a dizzy feeling begins to astound.
And all at once, every sweet sound,
Has me drifting up and getting down
I never guessed, what nobody knows:
clouds taste like sugar but feel so cold,
or the nourishment of lands where nothing grows,
or how to walk out the front door, into my home
All these unfamiliar faces borrowed my smile,
but that’s ok, we can share for a while.
The day is looking long and the weather quite mild,
there’s something to this far north style
But days end and storms begin,
“goodbye’s” are quite common where I’ve been.
So look towards the sky, I’m coming home,
with clouds above, I‘m never alone.

I dreamt of Marissa early this morning.
We were at a beach,
and in my basement.
all at once.
It made quite a lot of sense at the time.

She was lying to my right.
Heads inches a part -
my legs at Southeast,
hers southwest.

I knew we were still broken up.

Blur blur blur

“I love you Marissa”.
Calmly, almost sleepily:
“I love you more”

It was the best moment,
because all had been returned which was lost,
with interest.
And it was the worst moment, because I knew it had to be a dream.

Whispers of death
   crawl through the protective cloud of smoke,
and pierce the worn armor
   built to protect all dreams and hope.
They funnel in their doubts,
   silencing the crow.
Whirlwind round and round,
   while obfuscating home

A quiet voice at first,
   like a stranger shouting fields away.
Yet still it steals the focus
   and turns the sharpest hues to gray.
There seems to be no plan.
   Crowned chaos rules each day.
One by one they come and go,
   but still the voices stay

They are masters of volume,
   calculating for the optimal strike,
like when they scream during sleep,
   keeping the children up through the night,
or softly during work time,
   counting all that isn’t right.
They reach out their hand,
   but it’s nothing more than a vice.

Now laughter’s no cure,
   but it sure can help the pain.
And if no one’s telling jokes,
   three tall bourbons will do the same,
No one ever wins this war,
   but they can be kept at bay.
Oh the fight to cling to sanity
   is enough to drive a man insane.

Leaves are swept across the ice of the pond,
     like helpless dancers.
They left home and are gone as gone,
     in a futile quest for answers.
Never knowing puzzles can take so long,
     or that winter is a cancer.
The wind howls a loud and mournful song.
     Of course the trees just stand there.

Well young man,
You’re old, alone and done for.
A brittle, fading shadow
of the fierce lion you once were
Another victim of the pestilence
bestowed upon us at birth,
but will you gift to others
this ever growing curse

The scales fall
revealing dark, deep set eyes.
For the first time exposed
to the blinding darkness of the light,
Yes, you once stood proud
so sure you were right,
But that’s not today
and it won’t be tonight

Should you settle or stir,
now that you know you’re all in?
Answers evade you
as vast questions descend.
They tie-dye your thoughts
into a most confusing blend,
“Do you dare to go out
Do you dare to stay in?”

All around you’re listening
for songs of hope to grow.
Not sure of the all the notes,
but once they’re heard, you’ll know.
Convince yourself of one direction
and once you have just go.
But I’m just as lost as you
So perhaps it’s best you don’t.

I'd lost my faith
once before.
It was harder with you,
because,
when it came to God,
I always had doubts.