August 2008
58 posts
Everythings
I met a man who claimed this life is short. He told me, “Son, get yours while you can. We all grow up feeling but soon those feelings die. Life is short so get yours while you can. Life is short then it’s just the end.”
I met a man who gave his life away. He told me, “Son, give yours while you can. We all grow up selfish we must force ourselves to die. Life is short so give yours while you can....
After the second time I got into a car accident because I was paying attention to her instead of the road, you think I would have learned my lesson. Nope.
I Gave my Heart Away
Walking down these long railroad tracks I begin to wonder about things. This happens to me quite a lot. I go off on my own, looking for something interest, something to bring change, an adventure, and I end up somewhere, and I begin to wonder. Maybe about God, maybe a girl, maybe just about the things in front of me. And on those extremely rare occasions, I wonder about wondering, and thus wonder...
The Man in the Moon
Truth and Indecision
I saw you standing there Tired but thoughtful Emotion hiding Behind blue lining I saw you standing there Hurt but hopeful salty streaks Down sunken cheeks I saw you standing there Lost but found Feeling the insanity Of our humanity I saw you standing there Angry but loved Calling out to a being We won’t be seeing They said it would be fast They said it would be hard They said it as they left...
if only you know how much you mean to me. how come i cannot tell you? how can i tell others? but you, being the one who has touched me the most, in ways that i cannot put into words, i cannot tell. what a paradox. perhaps i can write it out. a sonnet for you? a song, perhaps? maybe an interpretive drawing? you choose the form. but i know, i know, that you mean the most to me. through the...
Love is the thrill of 59, 934 horsepower beneath my seat. My bones quake with a familiar and peculiar gravity as a Boeing 737 slings me, helpless, down a short runway. This is why I fly: the takeoff. Feelings of freedom in uncertainty swell up inside; they overtake me. Hope is there too. For me, takeoff is a precious and beautifully poignant metaphor of the human condition…my condition. I...
i have changed for the better - with the ugliness brought to light and the best of others giving me hope for us all. be prepared to be challenged if you are thinking about doing this. “giving it your all.” “pushing the limits.” “110%.” ideals i held myself to but it was surprising i let go of them in times of tiredness. you will learn, about yourself and others,...
invincibility doesn’t mean you can’t hurt me it’s just that i won’t die if you do.
Afternoon
Birds flew low as we swam & dove & surfed with chests puffed & chins up, exclaiming the water’s perfection, the vista’s glory. Their grey bellies skimmed the surface, eyes watching elsewhere for a diamond school of fish, dispelled, however, by heels & toes.
Circling at intervals, in figure eights & ampersands, I joked that I had heard one whisper down,
a hoarse, salty voice...
Why the Spirit Endures
climbing walls to rest on the other side greener then spring fresher then these discussions allowing this human edifice to be transformed by nature sprouting leaves and wrapping in veins following this hitchhikers Bible and becoming strangely female in this foreign world
“You sure we can do this?” I ask, climbing through the white paint window. “Don’t be such a girl.” It’s not my fault, I want to tell her. I’ve always been a worrier. A vision of the house’s owner flashes, finding me, someone he’s never met before in his life sitting on his roof with one of his daughter’s friends – and not being happy about it. “You’re wearing the dress,” I say instead, leaving...
Camp
Breathing is her weakness. Her body rejects the limits it is forced to push. The only way to respond Is to control the pain of others The asthma machine is roaring And we sit quietly in its presence. Smoke moves its way through her body As she lets it move into her nose
The warm sunlight presses on us from behind, For a moment, our shadows are inches apart. I move so that they connect. Our heads...
So I Fall
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My love for you is a dream I can’t stop Playing in my mind over and over
Can I just get it out? Shake it off?
We walked along the path together, hand in hand Thinking, watching, listening to the world Then He comes along and He demands: Waiting, listening, seeking
Without your company
And after all of these years Our love is a dream I can’t stop Playing in my mind over and over
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Summer Memory
I can’t remember the first time I was introduced to the Roma, or gypsies as they are more commonly known. They are a fixture in the Balkans, as are trees and grass and sky. And until you really stop to look, they are just as easy to glance over. I can remember the first time they entered my sphere of reality, at a sidewalk cafe in Novi Pazar, a small city in the southern part of Serbia.
The...
Listen
i get so lonely at parties i want to scream
i left a call for Emily that she’ll return...
Across the muddy creek bed
from where I sit, a man is mowing his yard. To the left, two trees still without blossom, naked like skeletons with rigid fingers are reaching out to me. A post to the right with four bird houses attached are empty still. My unfamiliarity with homes, and these trees, is an early Spring garden still covered in a white veil.
