I'd like for the world to get a little
colder
           so I could have an excuse to curl
          up with you beside a shared fire

(as if I need one)

told me there was a rainbow
never believed it for a second
until I broke away from action
and made a space for love

Is that all you've got?
Hit me, come on, hit
Me one more time right there

I have more blood to let

(-x-)                                       
                    ­                                           up to the top of the world and
                                        will lift you                                                         let you see how softly
When I am capable, I                                                                ­                  the sunrise beckons
                                  

because life is sprawled out around
us like a sphere surpassing our
periphery, that is
                                we should spin in
                                circles holding each other
                                tight, laced fingers whispering until you and I
                                figure it out well enough to

land on the cool, sweet grass
(together after all)

Rioter.
              Look in the mirror.

Is this the way

      you

            want to make a difference?

I didn't want to wake
up this morning

(people who like the winter
most of all enjoy making their
own warmth)

be my summertime?

Explosions in the sky
Rip apart the shreds of thought I so
Desperately struggled to gather around myself

More beautiful than fireworks' light-hearted
Sighs, these demon waves penetrate
My ribcage, throttle my heart

Lights, lights, the unknown maestro
A landscape plagued by hiccups

Even in the most unlikely places
We are reminded of the
Necessary nature that composes a
Melancholy side to live, in all its
Splendors, that permeates
The yell of our yellowing veils

Great zeppelins of consideration
Titans among petty thoughts
Coast through the oceans of will
In which few fish nowadays
Content merely to partake
Of the land life

Are we so complacent at present
To overlook the neglected mindsets on
Whom we have turned our backs as of
Late?

Soon they will prove to be valuable
Allies in a fights against a greater evil, fueled
By centuries of lackadaisical behavior when
Faced with far too many illusions for
One man or a hundred to manage

since when is it unfashionable to
be a gentleman?
that a bold romantic, stifled by nothing
and free in spirit should struggle at matters
the ignorant find laughable is
tiresome to say the least

People use pictures when they can't
                                   find the words
And photographs when they can't
   hold on to them

My vision is flickering
       which is strange

                   I want to be an artist
                                     a musician  
                                                      ­                no
                      I am an artist
                                     a musician
                             and what I want is
                                             to be able to share that with the people
                         to laugh and cry and live and die with you
                           to inspire you to take risks every now and again
                            to guide you
        
My vision is flickering
            but allow me to correct myself

    I'm perfectly content

Bathe us in glowing webs
Strung from the moon
Their floodlights blind those who stare
Straight into them

So we look just slightly left.

Love is a candle.

Like music, its soft
fluid motions
Focus my mind

speechless more
often than not

Laughter is the
light that draws
all these mindless
moths and

this fog makes
artificial lights
artificially much more
beautiful than they deserve
to be

the past moments blur
together in a rush of colorful
awareness, no more words to describe
conversation permeating the dark, sometimes
walking quickly and then ever so slowly

something holding the two to a bit of nature, as if
it were a magnifying glass to free them from anything
else, only breathing only freedom ever closer and
there's nowhere but here there's
nothing but now

keep it up keep it
up for as long as you can
the beauty the simplicity

all I write could be meaningless
and I would remain as I am
and no one has to know
how could anyone?

tonight it is clear
and no one else has to know

did you
see the flash? gone
off like a bulb to record
this company in wooden memory

don't tell me what you
don't have the words for
I understand

dreaming is only
one way

I want you to see yourself
through my eyes and through
my heart
for you to know
tonight
how you are
to me

I've resolved to follow my dreams,
       quite literally

For instance, I had a dream the other day that
  (I cut all of my hair off and)
the following day
                 I did

Now I'm just waiting for the day I awaken from a
  dream in which I laughed with you forever;
           is that strange?

Because I know that day,
     and it's the one I've
   been waiting for
              (for the longest time)

Safety in lowered
    lashes, (elephant)
gaze
              across first fields, perked
                                           senses
      on their feet perched

perfectly             water
                under             an infusion

     of color woven with a hint of
                      nostalgia

I look into his words
Really open up the stanzas
And see a man not broken by time
A man who stood strong

He deserves respect.

opened a fortune cookie in
September to find "something
good will happen on March
3rd" and here it is, a long time
coming and right around the corner

what's next?

and if I think about it will it
still find me?

Beginning to look at such things as
internships and career choices, influenced by
"best places to raise children" and "quality
school systems", by parks and sunny
afternoons and artist representation
firms

I only wonder when the frosting on your
lips will turn into berries from our
thoughtful garden
                                (surely life is picking up
speed and painting on layers, colorful
intricacies of present and future)

The night is frantic
begging morning to
end its miserable existence
if only for a day

Monetary wealth makes no difference
In the end
It all comes down to how you have
Gone about expressing yourself

Who has listened
Who has taken the initiative
And such

So scrap your hammered ideals
And join me.

I will follow you
         into the darkest of places
         before the saddest of faces
         love to shine through
         love to love you

http://soundcloud.com/samueldickinsonmusic/i-will-follow-you-into-the

how have you been?
we never talk anymore
god knows I was stupid enough that
afternoon to give up on frisbee and
throw it all away in a few words plopped at your
feet in the grass and sun

and I do regret it, but
there's nothing to be done
to remedy the situation now

I just remember the texting marathons at
two in the morning with phones
plugged into walls because our
batteries couldn't keep pace with our
excitement

I remember Bo and Jenny, your matching dogs
Bo was always the chill one, probably still is
and I remember convincing you, making sure
you knew drugs were never the answer to loneliness

and now it has all
been thrown away for so long
and you've embraced what you will

I only wish I could take it back

Colorful breath
escapes lips frosted with a hint of cinnamon

the picture of immortality
captured with soft patters from

falling flakes, each one
a world in itself

The mango erupted in
           peels of laughter
    reduced to orange pulp
        and noise as we looked on
   with barely suppressed
                                     hunger

Expectations are a funny thing
You expect things of yourself, which is beneficial
Goals you'd like to achieve, a future you work to write

it's the expectations of others that bring to the table a problem.

There's a thing to be said for letting your loved ones choose their own paths
There's a little teensy thing that always gets stepped on

name's freedom, mom.

In its small voice it cries out and argues on your behalf
Too often do we set it aside
Disregard a valid point
Stifle a light

So I ask of you a simple thing
Let me live my life how I choose
Not how you'd prefer me to build myself, dad.
But the crooked, beautiful way I piece things together

on my own.

I've been doing a lot of thinking lately
About college
People I love
Careers that might interest me

Too much thinking can make your head hurt.

So I let my thoughts dissolve
dissolve is the wrong word.
I let my thoughts expand through my music
Through my pursuits, my passions

We never know where we will end up tomorrow
It could be anywhere, really

We could never see the people we are familiar with again; today could be the last day.

I hope this phrase never is demoted to cliche status; it is far too important for that sad fate.

The point I'm getting to is

Live tomorrow, today, whatever time you are in
With as much soul, as much class,
All your strength and all your love
As you will.

Leave nothing unsaid, leave no story unwritten.

Lest it be forgotten.

Ten years from now we will have since decided what we would like to devote our time to
Likely with plans of families and children, of the stability and serenity that comes with love
What will our memories of this time remain as? Will each moment be as vibrant?
Will we remember each other as we see ourselves now?

Time changes everything.
But perhaps we can change time.

Every so often, we
/ become fish out of
/ water on a dock

flailing about for a
/ bit, then right back where
/ we ought to be

Humble whisper caught in
lazy waters, free yourself

that you may pass by tomorrow
from peace into motion

What it is to be alone
     in the silence lit up by christmas rainbows
     with thoughts like wildfires
     scorching a mind set on sleep

            What it is to walk without purpose
                  along blackened avenues where
                  crisp leaves move out underneath
                  this carefully-balanced falling

And to think of the future
    a wish on the moon

how can I tell if you won't
show me?

         which runs are for exercise
         and which to tame a wild heart
  
    sometimes
there's nothing in a glance
             but our eyes meet far too
             often for mere circumstantial
             evidence to stand

        if only I could climb within your head
        read what plasters those pages

so as to decipher
a course of attention
          founded action
                foundation
                                               and determine
                                          why your unwavering gaze
                                             graces mine

Fresh from the water
I embrace the soft yellow glow that
Fills my writing space

This week's end, a resolution to explore
And the crickets sound their approval

Ambition
           as in
         where the hell do you want to be you
         can't be satisfied with where you are so get
             up get out get out get out to
Beauty
            holy like swiss cheese, all
        tricky to find but once you've got it
        it sticks for life, our redeeming quality
         exquisite fault for
Heaven
          's sake, rich warm liquor still
               coaxes words from reluctant throats
           did you think you'd make it did you
            honestly believe we'd let you slip
       away not a chance not a
         chance not by chance chance chance

    I've forgotten why I came
   *Let me help you remember

This is the
start of the rest, the
good bits - hang in
there

She's leaving soon
[Masked bandit runs onstage and stabs in heart, leaves]
And it's going to be excruciating for
The next month and a half
But there is no such thing as goodbye

Goodbye is, in truth
A word, a phrase that should have no place in this world
Seeing as all it does is transfer its dark tail to an
Unknowing and usually unwilling recipient
[Bandit returns, retrieves knife, leaves]

The vast majority of the masses would consent to labeling my ideas as
Idealistic.

Fine then, I suppose they could be thought of as such by people who consider
Them to be impossible, improbable, or merely unlikely
There is a rhythm to my thinking, however, to
Take a good thing and expand upon it, learn from it, live with it, grow
[Clowns dance across screen]
Until all the self-righteous fools and their cemented mindsets become old and
Sodden with unknown wealth

Intellect can only get one so far before one must understand that
Not everything will be understood
[Large dog chases tennis ball across field]
And to persist in questioning, in excess discovery is to eliminate the wonder
The beauty that persists in all things, or at least to
Diminish it

Keep the volume up
The love strong
The fire burning
Your heart sound
Your dreams huge
My will stone
My mind clear
Our lives intertwined
Our lives intertwined
[Sunset fades to black]

Tonight I begin the actual

the one hundred and fifty percent commitment to
everything worthwhile

and you, dear

     are at the top of that list

Conscious nonsense
             Don't you see I'm trying to
  think about my  
                             next
                                      ~move~
                   ­             I've
               run out of pawns I've
babbled with this brook for too long to
                             think
                             is the
                             idea
                             but
                             not
                            even
                           idealists
                           consider
                            that a
possibility at this stage, do they?
                                                        
  ­                                                   Ripped fabric in my head
                                               kerpow
                                                         and the lights
                                                                                                     go
out.

Where were we before I
crossed these eyes and pressed my
tees against the
grain?

against the wine when it's my
time to shine in luster I'll
do my best to muster the strength

I will need to
be that man for you

The glow of our candles
Blazing thoughts into the darkness around
Crunches from violin strings
Circumventing the whole world
Instead to focus on the light

The beauty.

Some people get so caught up in the physical
Attributes of our mutual friend
They lose sight of what brought them together in the first place
We are not some people.

Remembrances are not a consideration
Stand as a false choice on the punchcard
I will dream with you
Wide awake, stepping on eggshells, scared to death
Into the night with you, walking our rainbow path
Eyelids heavy enough to allow for a beautiful life

The devil's words will hold no merit, no weight
In this new world of ours
God knows we are all good friends
Knots of fear sinking to the pits of our stomachs
******* and twisted

But barbed wire and blades cannot cut your flesh when
You choose not to believe in them
They will bloom into clouds and
Float far away

Reach for the leather-bound book on the highest shelf
Touch an angel's face
Drink in tears that pour from the ceilings of every library
Too fragile to break
And the soul listens to all it holds in between its slender fingers
Rich dirt raining down from the crevices
Raining life upon a wasteland

I can feel the greasy fingers of America
Closing around my throat, it's
High time to high
Tail it out of here, my friend

Let's go.

Green is the color of life
Not the neon green of toddler toothpaste
Or the gray-green swirls of size-14 bowling *****
But the forest green, the deep vitality of a leaf or stem
Underlies every important thing we encounter

The shoots stuck between my toes, fragile leaves
Crushed under thoughtless steps from relative giants
Don't you agree?

The contemptuous, superfluous, inconspicuous, jealous
Lies we spout to justify our conformity when
There is no justification, no yelling
No calloused hands begging in corners for change
Dusty old tires churning along vacant streets
With dusty old memories trailing behind

I won't settle for any
mild "hello"s

bring me a
spicy salutation

You used to laugh (and
    pretend my spiny sweet-gum
       words would cringe at the very
  brush of a lifetime), but
                     our seasons are changing
                (everything is all at once an
                  unwavering green), adopting
                      breadth of iceberg proportions
  
    (we dance around forever.)

Names are failed attempts at
      guessing the true nature of things

As I have grown to understand

Most everything can be fixed with
      a little duct tape and minimal effort while

              S
               c
              a
               r
              s

          never fade to those
                scarred by time; unforgiving
   are the years that forbid such

                     (memory lapses)
      to look upon

  unblemished skin and see
                
              
                   ******        wreckage
            
                                                 since faded to
                                                              ­white ribbons like smoke

As it so happens
              (you never would have expected)
    that dastardly ghost to show her face
  but face you they did and              
                      for reasons you'll never understand
              yet the dog and the girl watched
                               silent as the moon
                       pulling at its strings
                            and letting the tides dance

Happiness runs
          from where you need it most
    to places it should never dare to explore
        
but even feelings grow tired
  and this one is not the athlete she used to be