Electrified inspiration draws me to my seat.
My mind races hundreds of miles per hour.
Ideas blossom in my mind.
When the webpage finally loads?
Nothing.
Blank.
No ideas, no inspiration, only a trickster,
dancing away boastfully with all my ideas.
****.

How can we be the only ones in the world with a weakness.
Can you see our sickness?
This yellow, cancerous flame- eating me away.

How do i know you can stop this?
Would your mind change if i said
I made it this way?
Now i fear there won't be another day.

Where should i go?
Along this dusty, winding road
with everyone else who is alone.
Once in awhile you'll see a rigor smile
stuck in this empty soul.
We all walk these roads alone.
Together we're so alone.

When do I find out if this is it?
Where do i go to cash in these chips?
Do i empty this clip or cling to this sinking ship?
Follow me down...
Please don't say "no," please don't go.

The way tarnish defines weathered copper
we see men defined my media.
Rise up power! Take hold indulgence!
Succeed, conquor and win all you can.

Gone are the days of hearing ones soul
rooting ourselves to another to remind us
that we are not transcendent.
Tomorrow is never promised.

Investment refers to stocks and bonds,
no longer to each other.
They rise and fall like the sea- impermanent
like ourselves. We long for cohesion.

We toss ourselves to and fro,
choosing to weather the raging ocean rather than
moor ourselves in the cove of friendship
and take a chance on what's real.

Now are the days of showmanship.
More than you, less than him--- besting when we can.
Gone are the days of foundations
you can really stand on.

Rise up you days of sand.

The stars stayed in tonight.
They were intimidated by
the light and heat emanating from
you and me.
They knew it would be
without cause to try
and outshine our love.
They knew you and I would
put them to shame.
Orion put away his belt and
watched us dreamily.
Taurus calmed itself,
going off to sleep.
Even the seven sisters
somehow managed to put aside their differences
in order to watch our warm glow.
So we went out walking
just to be sure
the world wouldn’t be without our light.
With each step and each word
we only confirmed the
thoughts of the stars
and the cloudy sheets stayed fast.
Only the moon dared
try to outshine us.
She knew her love of the sun
would be the only light brighter
than us.

Starting seed, sleeping-blissful slumber flavoredwith dreams of abundance.a gentle heat envelopescoaxing life with warm embraces.Sustenance rains from the skyto fulfill the awakening life.Tightened, stiffened sinews regain their strengthstretching, reaching towardswarmth and light.Here, now, the sun is waning.The shift to the colddead times. The last of her warm embrace issoulfully propelled towardthe late bloomers, the oversleeperssweetly caressing them into wakefulness for the lastdying colors to the brightestof seasons.

I don't know what to say,
or what to call this--feeling?
No--momentum.
The speedwith which
you're crashing into me
.Suddenly, quickly, sweetly, quietly
you've crept into everything
I think of, dream, wish for.
I can't see where I've earned
anything so sweet, so kind.
Nor can i see what i could
possibly offer you.
I imagine that we are all
like grape juice, fermenting
slowly, sweetening, perfecting
and we search in each other
for the most complementary
flavor. We give a little of
ourselves to a few or many
glasses, trying, trying.
But--
suddenly, quickly, sweetly, quietly,
we pour a bit of ourselves
into one cup that blends us
perfectly into fine wine.

I can see it
intriguing smile, flirty eyes,
hair just so, to where it falls across my face.
My breath caresses the mic as if
a snake charmer wooing a cobra.
The crowd leans in
ever so slightly
in one uniform motion
but each are unaware of the others.
Confident, charming
I own them for that moment
and everything I say matters.
Maybe too much.
They chant with me
cult-like in rhythm
and memorization-of idle words
profanely displayed on billboards,
websites, anything at all.
They drink it in- starving to be inspired.
They are without, and I’ve convinced them I’m with.
With what? With consumerism,
battling to control their
next poorly placed dollar?
with knowledge that they don’t have?
Why don’t they have it? Have they tried?
No, of course not. This liberty island has
given up on the American dream; hoping
it can be fought from a prostrate position
on an over-stuffed couch from their
over-stuffed mouths.
They’ve been stuffed with too much power,
too much misplaced freedom.
America, you are no longer free. You chain yourself
with entitlement and ownership.
You force your ideals on any too weak
to speak up for their own. You have turned
into one giant, fifth grade girl fight
with hair-pulling, pinching and screams.
You don’t even know why you fight anymore,
do you?