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Permanent Poem
1/10/2014

What is permanent?

When flesh fades, bones decay, and a spirit soars
When ships sink, foundations crumble, and the closing of doors
When feelings falter, ashes burn, and a willow wilts
When sounds silence, pencils snap, and the crashing of stilts

Tell me, What is permanent when you have to say goodbye?
A poem isn't enough
1/13/2014

A poem doesn't quite do it right.
To tell someone how conflicted I feel.
How could it, when I don't even understand
myself,
or you,
or what you do,
to me,
to my heart,
can't you hear or see,
when we aren't wee,
I feel like just mee,
and that isn't enough.

It isn't enough.
A poem just can't do it,
not for you babe.
not for us,
and never for me, just me.
Professional Poem
1/14/2013

The shelves are full of papers.
My e-mail folder full.
Workload maxed capacity.
But still got more to do.

Each day the office seems to shrink.
Buried under business.

But each day my experience grows.
And with it comes persistence.

My confidence has gone out the roof.
As I dress up in tie and suit.

I wear my watch.
Look my best.
Never sloppy.
Slim-fit vest.

So here is my confessional.
The life of a new professional.

I kind of like the grueling hours.
and even the underpaid wages.

Because the more I learn,
The less I yearn.
For this happiness to become contagious.
Professional will save us,
from our lackluster lives.
Interpreting Dreams Series Part 1
1/15/2014

I've got this idea
that the world has too many feelings.
Too many smiles that have turned upside down.
Too many tears that have gone unnoticed.

This couple sits at a table with a pretty white cloth.
Glasses of fancy carbonated water, bubbly like their first date.
But now, they hate each other.
They sit and complain about everyone in their lives.
and on their minds, they just hate their selves, not even each other.
They look at others with a scathing jealousy.

One guy takes a nap
He finds an electric taser in his dreams
He uses it to shock himself back awake, but then
he realizes he didn't want this moment to ever end.
Where dreams are reality and you don't have to suffer fraught with what's not.

She puts on her pearls
and then walks out the door.
She knows how she got them,
lies to herself, doesn't want to feel like a *****.
But still, she wants more.

There's something special about being the only one standing in a crowd.
Whether you're up on stage or in the middle of a pit.
You feel this sense that the moment is great
but it isn't amazing without another person to stand beside you.

They cried at a bus stop,
a family knowing
they had no money to celebrate holidays this year.
They don't need to, but it's the feelings that matter.
They cried.

We never know what we will find, when we look for something.
Our feelings are dangerous if we go looking for them and end up lost.
Space
This Moment
This place
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What has been
What will be
What can be
will surly
~~~~~~~~~~
Get lost, in it all
Contemplating your Navel
Becoming involved
Look back
Look in
Was it this way to begin
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knowing
showing
loving
g­rowing
apex
reflect
decline
rewind
Time
~~~~~~~~
Stuck
in reverse
feels like
a curse
Define
the time
when life
combined
all good
pure bliss
one touch
one kiss
our time
behind
one tear
goodbye
into your hands, come astonishing things
like wide yarns of wishes and dribbling dreams
if you hold on tight and yet easy
we may alight the route around the eyes of time

nothing stops the sweet running over cobbles
nor the petals of desire in red blooms
deep red and blushing open
I want to see your eyes when I fall into you
and when the tips of our want can twist sculptures out of black holes

this is when I crush your flowers, just like you want me to
don't you?
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