it's raining today
bouncing off the roof and glass
of this 100 year old building
the room is eerily dark
as only faint Sun makes it through the skylight
the ghosts whisper and shuffle about
the cat is timid and disappears under the bed
the hum of early traffic is constant and tires splashing
through rain is irritating
I recall a dream just before I awoke
I helped a friend who's old white Cadillac wouldn't start
she had to drive to Michigan
and in the dream I thought;
'this ******* ain't makin' it to Michigan'
but I couldn't stop her
and now I wonder;
is she broke down and in a panic along I-80?
maybe I should have tried harder
but that's where I woke up
or is that where I fell asleep?
perhaps I am dreaming now
the ghosts love to watch me ponder

I lie awake tonight
sleep eludes my restless mind
I think and dream of a future bigger than me
racing to and fro; fantasies
tease
tempt and
taunt me to grab the reigns of my destiny
hold fast, grip tight, and never let go.

The highs and lows of the tide continue, but it remains to be seen what will wash up on the shore...

Do you love me
The way I love you?

Do you love me
The way I love the air I breathe?
Always sweeter when you are near

Do you love me
Across the distance?
No matter how far

Do you love me
The way I love your laugh
your smile
your eyes
your voice
your touch

Could you?
Could you love me
As much as I love you?

sometimes when left alone
and lost in thought
I catch myself wondering
if anyone will ever love me,
in a way that they'll just want to talk about
what's going on in mind -
where my darkest wildest thoughts
can be freed-

and furthermore, will they love that part of me?

Dusty universe
with sprinklings of light,
you're a magical pondering.

I wonder if you wonder back.

Then expanse hits me.
Fascination of winsomeness
in elements crashing,
forming new star clusters,
nebula unknown or yet to be
sowed, beckons an idea of
horror in mediocrity. How
should one stand out
amongst your immense glory?
Will effervescent bubbling spectrums
with spiraling arms of some
galaxy suddenly singe
any existence known to man?
Could any man guess your plan?

Earth shattering revelation,
I'm guessing there is no plan.
So I'll make my own,
and let all this revolving
and evolving
take care its' own.

Throughout my short lifetime
a contradiction has passed through my ear canals many a times.

"People always change".
"People never change".

For awhile it riddled me
these silly little strings o' words.

It has now become clear to me,
an ever-flowing pool of freshwater.

Beings do adapt.
Evolve, rather.
Slowly.

The cells of our body split and die,
new tissue and organs form.
Follicles encase new hair that arises from our skin.
The person that we believed we knew so well,
extinct.

It brings fascination to me
that the things that may seem so common will one day be newborn experiences.

Reliving something old for the first time again,
refreshing ain't it?

And while change may not be the correct word for it, I disagree with the statement that "people never change".

We are all becoming someone new.

Today I saw an old man
who wore a golden chain
around his neck which
looks kind of red
I wonder if he's mad
I can't help but question
how he got the chain and
what makes him wear it
I wonder why people wear
things around their neck.
It usually irritates my skin
but sometimes I like it.
I wonder why that is..