Miles match a masterful
portrait portraying
thoughts and things
my mind might miss
while welcoming
some substances that substitute
the traditional thoughts
that once lined my brain

Everything happens for a reason
Said one man to another
that’s ******* you know he responded
and even if that was so
should it be some consolation
should I be amazed by the worlds complexity?
should I applaud the interwoven madness
if the one left out is me?


Does a bull admire a matador’s technique?
Does a building admire the strength of a wrecking ball?
Tell me why the system is great
why I should care about the meaning behind it all
what you have is what you love
and I could never love a theory
I believe in the material
because it’s the only thing my eyes can see


Tell me why my wife died
Was it to save a thousand lives?
because I would **** a thousand more
for one more look into her eyes
Maybe her death
somehow saved my life
well one day I will die
without the comfort of my wife


That’s all it really is my friend
a celebrated rain delay
God’s in his high chair
choosing who will go and who will stay
but eventually we will all leave
despite all the magic this universe has to offer
you believe in faith sir
but sadly I am bogged down in fact


The man was choked up
as he searched for words to answer the other
I did not know your babies mother
but my son did
She pushed him to safety from a car
taking the impact that was meant for him
so while I'm sorry for your loss friend
there is a reason behind everything

Being great
it's something I never think about
some people aren't meant to be great
some people are
that's just the way things go
but what if that wasn't true
what if greatness didn't actually
come to those who wait
but rather those who wanted to be great
who strived to be great
hell! who needed to be great
what if greatness wasn't reserved for the lucky few
but rather the deserving few
what if we sell ourselves short
before we even get to the cashier
what if our potential isn't something
that should be constantly ignored
pushed away to make others feel comfortable
what if
I think it's better to not ask those questions
but rather to put your head down
ignore everyone's advice
and do what makes you happy

greatness it turns out is just a caveat

I'm heading down a long road
Where the destination is known
Where the journey is calculated
Where the grass is well kept

I'm heading down a long road  
A longer road than I've traveled before
To a place I've never been
Where hopefully there is a place for me

I'm heading down a long road
With no intention to return
To the place where I was born
Where my welcome is worn

I'm heading down a long road
Focused on what lies beyond
I take one last look behind me
Until the fork is all I see

Hello's
from you to me
seem like a distant memory
I can't look into your eyes
partly because
I'd break down
but also because
you won't let me see you again
and I care about you
more than a father
and his first son
and in return
you toss me out the nest
like a mother bird
throwing her baby
to it's a eventual death
maybe you just expect me to fly
I guess it doesn't matter now
fool me once...
and so the story goes
"That's life"
you said when you left me
but does it have to be?
does life have to be anything we don't want
we have enough money
enough wisdom
enough anything to do what we want
why must I live through strife
why can't I write my own book
which mind you
if I was the protagonist
you'd be the love interest
and the antagonist
you're the only one
outside of me
that has a pull on me
you drag me to the dirt
like a lasso to a cow
and only pull harder
when I scream ow
you don't love me
although you say you do
that's life I guess
and from now on mine's without you

There's a man on the bus
who I had never really noticed much
except for knowing that I hadn't noticed him much
I think we all have those people
he always had sunglasses and a coat on
even when it was hot out he'd be all covered up
he intrigued me
and I wasn't sure why he just did

one day I stayed on the bus route
yet the man remained on the bus
I thought nothing of it until I did it again
the man never moved
so I tested him
each day waiting longer and longer
never once did the man
leave his seat and walk off the bus

it intrigued me
where could he be going
where could he be coming from
did he have a wife?
any kids? a job? a life?
I had to ask him before I began to crack
it turns out he was just
the bus drivers coat rack

**** this wall
this godforsaken tower of bricks
with my every move and motion
the mountain stretches and shifts
I step right
it follows
I step back
it swallows
I turn my head up and wallow
at this wall that controls me
it's not that I can't move forward
it's just that I can't go anywhere else
this wall is just a road block
so I must get off this road
and where the new one will take me?
nobody knows