Sunday, December 28, 2008

Elated

Sweet along side me
Hiding that smile like candy in a room full of bread
I've got you snug right under my forearm
kissing your forehead
running my fingers through your hair
You are beautiful.
Gentle as a humming bird
You are mine.
I would question humanity, normally
now, I'm too elated to think
One touch, I explode, or I melt
now I've got nothing to prove
Only to show that I've grown weak
as time promised I would
for someone so genuine 
Nestled in my arms
grasping my hand as if I am falling
and I am
but I'm not going anywhere


Monday, December 8, 2008

It you is who am I.

It;s just another mystery
Inside you see
Inside of me
A wonder to which I'm supposed to be
This great image?
or catastrophe?
A mirror side of my mother's eyes,
A peacful mind The anxious kind
Yet it doesnt matter by your side
everything's okay
I'm restlessly in love with how
The words you speak fall out your mouth
That perfect line i could never make
as perfect as you have
Here I sit in my own cement
Admiring the heater vents
they speak so low
it comforts me
so much i can not sleep
now i wish you have not said goodnight
another battle with conscience fights
of who i am or why i am here
of which i know the best when you are near
and it's not the love that blinds my path
it is simply you on my behalf
any other excuse would be a lie
it is you, is who am i.



Monday, December 1, 2008

Sleep On It

Sleeping hours have fallen off the clock
I have my hand in my pocket and the lint sticks to my palms
I tap my foot like I am sewing a new quilt
but I cannot design the exact patters
or shapes that could speak
With perfect stitches
I gaze out of the foggy window
wishing, hoping, feeling like I've been here before
this rut of word scramble
I've never been good at this game
or word searches
Handy work
I caress your head and wish you could feel what I am thinking
Read the novel I have written for you
Chapters full of repeated sentences
over and over again
I sink into my bed and speak to the shadows on the wall
I seem to always gain the courage to spill these metaphors
When you're further than sound
So I tuck them in my pillow case
and sleep on it
over and over again
Knowing one day
I'll lose myself in your eyes
Imagine you are a shadow
My heart the second hand; ticking
Recite the chapters I've memorized
Then shake out my pillow case
Patch the holes and make a quilt
Perfectly;perfect
Sleep on it


Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Travel Back To Travel Back

I saved your words in a bag 
Drove around the world, forgot they were there
Came home to unload my trunk
They were nestled between my needs and my wants
Just in time for me to almost remember
Who I was last december
I emptied my bags, tossed them in a can
Back to the drivers side, I blow to warm up my hands
At a stop sign at the end of my road
I see your face waiting in the cold
Shivering like a leaf I almost forgot your name
So I drove by and waved
I watch your blue eyes turning to stone
My bags by your feet say you're not leaving home
I became the sinner, not the Jesus you've made
In your head was a lie, I could never stay
It is proof to me now that I already forget
The words written on your head that last night in your bed
Or the look on your face when I unfolded my maps
As your past was anchored down sternly to your lap
And you only love me because you know nothing else
Wondering why you can't escape my smell
As the wind carry's on with a new scent everyday
From a far away place, I promise, I can't stay.


Sunday, November 23, 2008

Sand. 1942

Young see the world
a playground full of candy and sand
oh what a night...
the things you'll never understand
how unfortunate for your sweet palms
you turn to ash before dawn
and rise to the sky in the back of their minds
with out a scream to leave behind
blue eyes mark the beast
swiftly knocked you off your feet
whispering, it'll pass...
as your mothers tears turn to gas
holding your hand
holding the things you'll never understand
the chance to be a man
to be solid and cold
to have the strength, knowledge to fight the control
erase those numbers that turned you machine
you'll never get the chance to be seen
as anything other than dust in the sky
an awful smell that will fade in time
a factory of ignorance is where you lay to rest
your last home, your last dream, your last breath
and you dream of candy and radio static
as you gasp for air watching it all fade quick
watching your mother lay stiff
she's holding your hand
oh the things you'll never understand
how that moment made you a man
how you became the playground full of sand.



Art

trash in my yard
for real
i cant even see the grass
pass
i should maybe pick it up
lazy
i'll call it modern art
don't laugh at my style
creative
the white tissue  compliments the brown
mountain dew can
composition
it's a beautiful thing
dog shit
life
living, recycle
don't mock my yard
it is modern
envy
you have it
lazy
i make it
humanity
full of excuses.

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Kicking Pebbles

Sunny skies, open your arms once more
Let those clouds travel down, I am prepared
because you make me feel I belong
standing on every road I'll walk upon
kicking pebbles under my feet
how complete is complete?
Yesterday my words drifted down the stream
my tongue wrapped itself in the depth of machines
I flew by you without wonder or desire
as the wind fed the fire
I noticed you standing alone
a simple hello made us both feel at home
you muttered a speak
stern as a earthquake you said
"this place is just a cage, in a box, under the bed"
but I am just a girl
in love with a boy
who makes and dead scene feel like a home full of joy
under the bed is where I'd spend the rest of my days
if you kick the bucket and stay
Sunny skies, open your deadly arms
Let those clouds travel down
today, I am prepared
because you make me feel like I belong
standing on this fucked up road I walk upon
you noticed me.






Sunday, November 16, 2008

Funny World

There is a field I dream of,
waking up early to admire
the fog laying gently on the corm fields
as the sun sets fire
the trees stand with approval
this is how it should be
the wind whispers past the window
I've written my name on
what a funny world it is
what a funny world
and your still sleeping
dreaming of...
God only knows
but here is a field I dream of
right outside your window
I'm dreaming, wide awake, myself
I'd rather be no where else
to watch the sky paint its self blue
because soon the fire will wake you
welcome you back to my dreams
I'll write your name next to mine
you blow me a morning kiss
What a funny world it is
What a funny world
and they ask why,
why this smile never leaves my face
they wonder.
Its a funny world.

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

The East Loves The West Tonight.

I slip under the sheets in silence,
nestle like a autumn leaf.
Oh, the season is just right.
I'll face the east side tonight,
feel the west breathe down my spine,
Goosebumps emerge in its gentle breeze,
how it curls my lips and locks my knees,
I couldn't dream of anywhere else to be,
tonight, is just right.
Under the sheets where it all makes sense,
a furnace of wordless monuments,
lay firmly in place under the sheets,
as our legs form the shape of a deep rooted tree.
Our shadows hide by the light, I shut my eyes,
the east loves the west tonight.








Washington Ave.

The sun is setting.
The half lit moon motivates me to go,
follow the sky,
drive.
A parking ticket, I brush it off
and I drive.
Not enough stop signs,
not enough lights,
just enough time to follow the night.
When fate becomes a plan.
it is dangerous to proceed,
I've decided there is no conscience stopping me.
Fate is a lucky guess.
Stuck in the right lane behind blinking hazard lights,
maybe a sign?
Maybe it's right.
But I've got this eager sensation,
to be somewhere new,
guiding me closer,
closer to you.

Monday, November 10, 2008

The Day He Left

Silent walls with weeping webs
The cold still sweat steeps in the bed
The gravel roads too far from home
A place where silence is less alone
Now wonder off to fleeting springs
When wonder proved what life could bring
We'll watch the lights flicker and mumble your name
As the stiff of your eyes says you're not here to stay
Out of this prison you've left the night
As we remain in the place of only good-byes.