I am a Nomad,
Lone traveler on paved streets,
I feel the wind whip my hair,
The sweet scent of exhaust that pervades the air,
The sense of people roaming about me
in short clipped thought
The earth is turning beneath my feet
I feel the expansion of the universe
the sinking clarity of ecological structures
communities
galaxies,
the universe.
This is my life, this is my world
i feel the architecture as our worlds coalesce together
ad infinitum
humanity at its greatest and worst
is you and I
together and separate
near and far.
But yet,
I am a Nomad
Lone traveler on paved streets
I will walk
see
feel
and think
for no one is like me.

perscripted after
mother found me
bleeding from
my wrist
more than a
week ago going
"strong" she has
my blades but it's hard
to take the harshest weapon
when it's your head
and it's sharpened in the night

Do you remember when we were young?
we didn't listen,
we never held our tongue,
now those times are old,
and these days are dark,
as dark as a coal miners lung,  

Through thick and thin,
we found our way,
whether it be grim,  
or just the darkening grey,
on those dim, confusing days,

We lay'd in the park,
i gazed upon the stars,
you rolled and i remember every time the lighter would spark,
everyone would share the cask,
of cheap wine,
and speak about the past
just to get the troubles out of our mind,

Those times are more valuable than anything locked in a treasury,
lost in time,
but never lost in my mind,
forever in my memory.

The street lights blind my view of the stars,
When I'm roaming around with friends passing the years,
With no money, no expensive cigars,
No life long careers,  
We dine out in fast food, rest - stops,
Where the tables are sticky with soda
Eating out of a take-away box,
But never stuck on the sofa,

How are you meant to feel after school?
Do you thank the teachers for their time of reign?
But tell them it’s my time to rule,
Do you sit on a cold steel bench and reflect on the years that flew by,
Something you missed, and didn't capture,
So fast like a flicker past your eye,

Pondering rhymes throughout my exam time,
My drowsy eyes start to close,
Losing my mind,
Its time to doze,
off.

Eating my meal at the usual fast food spot,
Public intimacy at the counter,
That love bird love,

Seeing person after person walk in,
So many memories in this very seat,
From back then,

Some moved on, some still in touch,
Those days when adrenalin was frequent,
The blood, my heart, would rush,

I still remember sitting on that hill,
In isolation staring out,
Into the stars and clouds,
Wondering what life's about,

This poem, written on a fast food napkin,
Concentration clouded,
By the noise of laughter and a screaming kid tantrum

The skate home that night,
My jacket shielded the cold from my neck,
It was 1 o'clock, no people, no cars in sight,
Except,

That one police car flying by,
Colors of blue and red,
With it sirens ringing,
Past my head.