tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58751143075504606442024-02-20T12:51:50.291-08:00Spilling GroundMatthew Stouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426740342764063832noreply@blogger.comBlogger168125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875114307550460644.post-84652151444782778632016-12-30T23:41:00.002-08:002016-12-30T23:41:50.334-08:00in the surfacesunlight<br />
<br />
dirty dishes<br />
from forgotten meals<br />
<br />
eaten fast<br />
and quietly<br />
<br />
slow air<br />
<br />
good we have a table<br />
to collect them all<br />
<br />
to keep the memories alive<br />
<br />
connected<br />
a million times over<br />
but all surface wires<br />
<br />
light<br />
<br />
touch<br />
where a little more<br />
in my head would be welcome<br />
<br />
a little more interest<br />
a hand<br />
and hearing about pains<br />
rather than approved ads for my life<br />
<br />
triumphs come<br />
unpredictably<br />
<br />
but to have souls<br />
to be with<br />
<br />
more<br />
<br />
could let live<br />
and thrive<br />
a life as it is<br />
<br />
not only in<br />
its brag-able moments<br />
but in its anything<br />
<br />
everythingMatthew Stouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426740342764063832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875114307550460644.post-2991986709204891702016-12-27T22:08:00.000-08:002016-12-30T23:13:10.992-08:00Lies EndWhen living<br />
lies<br />
ends<br />
getting well done...<br />
<br />
am I a surviver or criminal?<br />
<br />
Just trying to<br />
get by,<br />
<br />
but that's where<br />
all excuses start.<br />
<br />
Bad deeds<br />
done over<br />
<br />
and over<br />
in well fitted sheets<br />
<br />
are not<br />
as white<br />
as the bleach tells it.<br />
<br />
Under the ashamed<br />
and read face<br />
is only a total<br />
where a complete should be.<br />
<br />
Guilty<br />
and<br />
alive.<br />
<br />
Living alive<br />
ends<br />
getting well done.<br />
<div>
<br /></div>
Matthew Stouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426740342764063832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875114307550460644.post-82211049660179769002016-12-27T21:48:00.001-08:002016-12-30T23:17:35.294-08:00What is...Is a bird<br />
what is<br />
<br />
long<br />
after its wings<br />
have outlived their gift?<br />
<br />
I think<br />
it's very much so still<br />
there's not much of any telling,<br />
<br />
just the quiet heavy is...<br />
<br />
Is the sun doing anything much<br />
different today?<br />
Or just is?<br />
<br />
It's only the me looking.<br />
From here.<br />
<br />
The hell of perception;<br />
all the magnificent and damned,<br />
a judgement all the same.<br />
<br />
We let be what we like<br />
whether that's a great plural<br />
or neat handful.<br />
<br />
I've seen a least a shit or two go to hell<br />
And come back burned,<br />
So I'll take a plenty.<br />
<br />
And hope.<br />
<br />
Through letting all eyes<br />
Have their sight<br />
And being<br />
<br />
Hope<br />
<br />
That more<br />
is surely<br />
to survive<br />
and flourish<br />
<br />
though any<br />
big bad wind,<br />
flame,<br />
or asshole<br />
with an army<br />
metal wing and all.<br />
<br />
And even that asshole<br />
Should see what mountain it is<br />
To hold any down and any up<br />
Than just an all helps all<br />
<br />
Long after<br />
The wings are worn<br />
We need an all us<br />
That can survive mirrors<br />
And history books that victors writeMatthew Stouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426740342764063832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875114307550460644.post-85476062792019992412016-12-27T21:40:00.001-08:002016-12-27T21:40:28.490-08:00Where has the Light GoneWhere<br />
has the light gone?<br />
<br />
Its rained,<br />
fogged through<br />
or greyed over<br />
the last three weeks<br />
like a bus on time.<br />
<br />
A normal<br />
I take<br />
because it is<br />
<br />
not because its right.<br />
<br />
And that is<br />
a vast canyon full of difference<br />
for those that don't notice.<br />
<br />
But as easy<br />
to just do<br />
as socks under shoes<br />
unless your the one<br />
with broken glass<br />
to pick up.<br />
<br />
Where<br />
has<br />
the light<br />
gone?<br />
<br />
<br />Matthew Stouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426740342764063832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875114307550460644.post-29517014485077660802016-12-27T21:23:00.001-08:002016-12-27T21:34:13.250-08:00Only MeI'm only me,<br />
<br />
and a lot<br />
like broken glass<br />
but with heart.<br />
<br />
Hard<br />
at work<br />
holding all the pieces together.<br />
<br />
Wanting only smiles,<br />
but asking for them while in full grimace.<br />
<br />
Mistaken<br />
both within<br />
and out.<br />
<br />
So exhausting just from a to b;<br />
bed to coffee,<br />
<br />
but lubed<br />
to slide on,<br />
<br />
and add years<br />
to the weight of regret<br />
without a finger in the lift.<br />
<br />
Perfect<br />
at this living<br />
on the fence<br />
between<br />
two brown yards.<br />
<br />
I am only me<br />
and disappoint accordingly.<br />
<br />
A day<br />
Soon<br />
When we are<br />
<br />
like this or<br />
laying down,<br />
waiting<br />
maybe ready or not<br />
I hope we connect.<br />
<br />
again,<br />
or...<br />
<br />
say a thing or so<br />
that lives<br />
<br />
and remembers<br />
more than is.<br />
<br />
The save<br />
is in seeing I am not as is<br />
not enough can become<br />
<br />
and desire creates actions<br />
that redefine and expand<br />
yesterday's legends<br />
<br />
or reasons if you must<br />
be simple here<br />
<br />
only me,<br />
is only<br />
if I am after that alone.<br />
<br />
We<br />
so simpler to say<br />
and fuller all the way.<br />
<br />
edges sharpened<br />
or worn<br />
beautiful<br />
all the same<br />
if used to grow.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Matthew Stouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426740342764063832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875114307550460644.post-1295612946840106472016-11-29T20:27:00.003-08:002016-11-29T22:03:16.786-08:00Center<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
When </div>
<div>
the only taste</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
of the world</div>
<div>
you can get </div>
<div>
<br />
is grapefruit</div>
<div>
<br />
Hopeful</div>
<div>
but still </div>
<div>
all sour </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Raw</div>
<div>
but divided</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Thick </div>
<div>
with rind</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Remember </div>
<div>
how naked that pink is</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
And how</div>
<div>
you really can</div>
<div>
get to the center of it</div>
Matthew Stouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426740342764063832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875114307550460644.post-78137935382953634082016-11-29T20:25:00.000-08:002016-11-29T22:05:37.954-08:00Gone<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
When</div>
<div>
home and warmth</div>
<div>
are gone</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
feelings</div>
<div>
about it</div>
<div>
are a good thing</div>
<div>
to give up</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Yet</div>
<div>
that is just</div>
<div>
one more foot dead</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Using a bottle</div>
<div>
to try and get clean</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Smoke</div>
<div>
to soften mirrors</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
A radio</div>
<div>
for music</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Dreams</div>
<div>
over living</div>
<div>
true </div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
so often better</div>
<div>
but hard to explain to others</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
What you have</div>
<div>
is both </div>
<div>
you</div>
<div>
and why you can't fully become</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
When time</div>
<div>
reveals </div>
<div>
how fast things can go</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
and how the forever</div>
<div>
in hand</div>
<div>
was not </div>
<div>
at all </div>
<div>
as long as suggested</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Reflections are still</div>
<div>
sharp<br />
<br /></div>
<div>
and all<br />
that they see</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
The bottle still</div>
<div>
just puts you out</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
And your foot</div>
<div>
hurts</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
You'll</div>
<div>
keep walking</div>
<div>
till you're home</div>
<div>
and warm</div>
<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
Even if</div>
<div>
that's only </div>
<div>
into summer</div>
Matthew Stouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426740342764063832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875114307550460644.post-44208062606686890702016-10-28T22:37:00.001-07:002016-10-28T22:37:53.580-07:00 Dreams Suck<br />
Dreams suck<br />
at living<br />
<br />
So much<br />
a feeling of peace<br />
and being<br />
and no ability to survive<br />
<br />
All they do<br />
is let me go<br />
<br />
go on doing so my other things<br />
cause after all<br />
I'll get to the true me<br />
<br />
some sunnier day<br />
never mind how I like clouds<br />
<br />
Is this shit I have to shovel<br />
Any lighter<br />
Because I have you,<br />
My dreams?<br />
<br />
I'm about to send<br />
a nice big fuck you<br />
<br />
Like I think you sent<br />
in small pieces<br />
so I'd not noticeMatthew Stouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426740342764063832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875114307550460644.post-24846203447913721322016-10-28T22:20:00.002-07:002016-10-28T22:38:07.594-07:00Misused<br />
Like rain<br />
coming all the way down<br />
only to find the gutter<br />
<br />
No long winded business<br />
in the soil<br />
<br />
No time in leaf and stem<br />
No roots<br />
<br />
I sit here and wonder<br />
does the house have to be empty to be alone<br />
<br />
I feel not where<br />
I meant to be<br />
or maybe just<br />
how I meant to be<br />
<br />
But something missed<br />
for sure<br />
<br />
An all I can not give up<br />
even now<br />
<br />Matthew Stouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426740342764063832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875114307550460644.post-72458170323108072042016-10-28T22:12:00.000-07:002016-10-28T22:38:24.716-07:00Send in the Clouds<br />
Oh repressive sun<br />
send in your clouds<br />
I dare<br />
<br />
Enough of this light<br />
stuff I can see but cant<br />
<br />
All you send<br />
is really reflection<br />
I can't touch<br />
barely a little warmth<br />
my stove burns faster<br />
<br />
Yet somehow you spin<br />
almost everything that moves here<br />
<br />
Or maybe just what crawls<br />
And scratches the surface<br />
<br />
Send in the clouds<br />
rain my thoughts<br />
out of mind<br />
<br />
Too small<br />
and as fleeting<br />
as this light<br />
I cant hold<br />
<br />
I'll just stay here<br />
and watch the cracks<br />
fill<br />
<br />
As it all runs away<br />
To the big ocean<br />
<br />
Something<br />
I can always still<br />
Go findMatthew Stouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426740342764063832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875114307550460644.post-50132380550020926632016-10-28T21:59:00.001-07:002016-10-28T22:38:46.646-07:00Fair Slides<br />
I like<br />
my good thoughts<br />
<br />
But it's as much<br />
the slips<br />
as the fair slides<br />
<br />
that have me<br />
here<br />
<br />
In a rewarded place<br />
with stories that deserve less<br />
but are more interesting<br />
<br />
The this<br />
that made<br />
by many a chance<br />
added carefully<br />
over years to ripen<br />
<br />
You don't have to smile<br />
But I'll only remind you this once<br />
<br />
These are far to welcome<br />
To ensure scarcity<br />
<br />
Smiles<br />
and my good thoughts<br />
especially<br />
when<br />
when they are togetherMatthew Stouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426740342764063832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875114307550460644.post-19297877934766934602016-10-28T21:52:00.002-07:002016-10-28T22:39:01.910-07:00Brittle<br />
Branches<br />
with glass leaves<br />
<br />
Little need<br />
For a world of wind<br />
<br />
Collisions<br />
all ending sharply<br />
<br />
That is too often<br />
my world<br />
or how I feel getting along in it<br />
<br />
Like I<br />
am a bad ripple<br />
Shattering<br />
<br />
Instead of asking<br />
why the world<br />
let itself go<br />
and get so brittle<br />
<br />
<br />Matthew Stouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426740342764063832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875114307550460644.post-36774139869858896782016-10-28T21:11:00.001-07:002016-10-28T21:11:34.062-07:00SpentI spent<br />
the first<br />
half<br />
of this pass<br />
<br />
this life<br />
waiting<br />
to become<br />
<br />
Now the second half<br />
has passed<br />
and loose change fallen<br />
I spend my days regretting<br />
never having<br />
<br />
but weight I have<br />
heavy<br />
<br />
a being with obvious finality<br />
and I am not even all that close<br />
but it is no longer out of sight<br />
<br />
salt in tears<br />
something I hope to never forget the getting over of<br />
all the many times of it<br />
<br />
all the make-up sex<br />
and this and that<br />
and more<br />
<br />
all the who the fuck cares<br />
now so much everythingMatthew Stouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426740342764063832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875114307550460644.post-28735145483936583782016-10-28T21:09:00.000-07:002016-10-28T21:09:50.934-07:00here<br />
here<br />
I have a ear<br />
to cry to<br />
<br />
a shoulder<br />
to check my chip<br />
upon<br />
<br />
no rules<br />
about shoes<br />
on either side of the doors<br />
<br />
simplicity<br />
is not so bland<br />
as it normally would have<br />
<br />
oh<br />
how good<br />
to be<br />
homeMatthew Stouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426740342764063832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875114307550460644.post-275982346864454252016-10-28T21:05:00.001-07:002016-10-28T21:05:36.776-07:00how little we share<br />
I play<br />
like I think ice lasts forever<br />
<br />
Live<br />
like limits are everywhere<br />
<br />
Disconnected<br />
<br />
Push<br />
where pull was due<br />
<br />
Standing tall<br />
when a fall was gonna come with no out<br />
<br />
And I could have just gone<br />
down<br />
and been back<br />
so long ago<br />
<br />
No<br />
for this anything<br />
made of nothing<br />
I stand<br />
<br />
Things last a long time<br />
But rarely are the same for as long<br />
<br />
It's like sometimes<br />
we're all windows pretending to be people<br />
<br />
All these walls<br />
and furniture we see<br />
<br />
Then the world<br />
just a small glass square<br />
and [what's visible of the] outer wall<br />
<br />
Both<br />
so unaware<br />
How big<br />
all the thoughts are<br />
<br />
and how small<br />
the sharing<br />
<br />
We see each other<br />
as frightening giants<br />
and mighty small mice<br />
<br />
at the same time<br />
<br />
and commit all the crimes<br />
both views<br />
make seem<br />
small<br />
<br />
please melt the ice<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Matthew Stouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426740342764063832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875114307550460644.post-63993129370947338042016-10-28T20:49:00.001-07:002016-10-28T22:39:26.215-07:00Put Away<br />
I keep getting<br />
put away<br />
fully loaded<br />
<br />
Ready to go off<br />
at any moment<br />
<br />
or be jammed<br />
up and silent<br />
when most needed<br />
<br />
How do I measure<br />
alright<br />
All right<br />
<br />
No more smoke<br />
to guide<br />
the emergencies<br />
<br />
A sharp<br />
numb<br />
calm<br />
<br />
Hurts<br />
But does not raise<br />
couches<br />
<br />
Living annoyance<br />
Like a bussing black fly<br />
But one that stays in the other room<br />
<br />
Please unload<br />
Or drop<br />
and start over<br />
I keep echoing<br />
<br />
and unfortunately<br />
listening like I am telling<br />
<br />
And so<br />
here I am<br />
on loop.<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Matthew Stouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426740342764063832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875114307550460644.post-49528885296208847252016-10-23T21:22:00.000-07:002016-10-23T21:24:53.985-07:00Setting upLiving to die<br />
<br />
Or how about<br />
living to be born<br />
<br />
Setting up<br />
for a day<br />
when you know<br />
how to do what you want<br />
or are needed to be<br />
<br />
Oh yes<br />
I do<br />
<br />
But I fear<br />
still a bit<br />
more selfishly<br />
than a most made of all<br />
would approveMatthew Stouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426740342764063832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875114307550460644.post-34638833729298732662016-10-23T20:55:00.001-07:002016-10-23T20:55:27.684-07:00Something I can still go findOh repressive sun<br />
send in your clouds<br />
I dare<br />
<br />
Enough of this light<br />
stuff I can see but can't<br />
<br />
All you send<br />
is really reflection<br />
<br />
I can't touch<br />
barely a little warmth<br />
my stove burns faster<br />
<br />
Yet somehow<br />
you spin almost everything that moves here<br />
<br />
or maybe<br />
just what crawls<br />
and scratches the surface<br />
<br />
Send in the clouds<br />
rain my thoughts<br />
out of mind<br />
<br />
Too small<br />
and as fleeting<br />
as this light<br />
I can't hold<br />
<br />
I'll just stay here<br />
and watch the cracks<br />
fill<br />
<br />
As it all runs away<br />
to the big ocean<br />
<br />
Something<br />
I can<br />
always still<br />
go find<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />Matthew Stouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426740342764063832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875114307550460644.post-21835359391246597752016-10-23T20:44:00.001-07:002016-10-23T20:44:36.309-07:00UncertianSand makes glass<br />
if you're hot enough<br />
<br />
I've become clear<br />
in a few occasions<br />
to be in such a presence<br />
<br />
But mostly live in mud<br />
finer and more to the point<br />
but forever uncertianMatthew Stouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426740342764063832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875114307550460644.post-6438696042479228442016-10-23T20:12:00.000-07:002016-10-23T20:12:09.355-07:00something moreLike rain<br />
coming all the way down<br />
only to find the gutter<br />
<br />
no long winded business<br />
in the soil<br />
no time in leaf and stem<br />
no roots<br />
<br />
I sit here<br />
and wonder<br />
does the house have to be empty<br />
to be alone<br />
<br />
I feel not where<br />
I meant to be<br />
or maybe just how<br />
I meant to be<br />
<br />
but something missed<br />
for sure<br />
<br />
an all I can not give up<br />
even now<br />
but still<br />
something more<br />
can be<br />
<br />
<br />Matthew Stouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426740342764063832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875114307550460644.post-45662783975132187992016-10-23T19:57:00.001-07:002016-10-23T19:57:10.792-07:00A more often better worldI walk into so many issues<br />
without remembering this war<br />
is not the one I am from<br />
<br />
This might be what peace looks like<br />
but I know so much I don't ask<br />
<br />
and my number 12s<br />
step all over<br />
shit I should have seen<br />
<br />
or at least stayed out of<br />
or been asked about first<br />
<br />
a world of catching up<br />
slowing down<br />
and never knowing<br />
how out of sync<br />
we live<br />
<br />
Am I trying to help<br />
show off<br />
or be of value<br />
<br />
Do I<br />
have a clue<br />
about how<br />
they even begin<br />
to differ<br />
<br />
No<br />
I'm made<br />
of gray<br />
and in betweens<br />
at best<br />
<br />
but I like happy faces<br />
and the taste of things<br />
that make them<br />
<br />
So when that's not<br />
what comes<br />
I'm still gonna go on learning<br />
and stepping<br />
towards<br />
what I hope<br />
is a more<br />
often better world<br />
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<br />Matthew Stouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426740342764063832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875114307550460644.post-24505391004286083522016-10-18T15:26:00.000-07:002016-10-18T15:26:19.125-07:00in the getting therethe joy<br />
in love<br />
<br />
is fed<br />
in not always having<br />
<br />
in an empty space<br />
<br />
missing a kiss<br />
not always being the one with gravity<br />
<br />
the happy<br />
start to fill the air<br />
with more thanks<br />
than long songs of loveMatthew Stouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426740342764063832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875114307550460644.post-57351429558178941432016-10-14T12:56:00.002-07:002016-10-14T12:56:31.860-07:00coldcold bits<br />
and lost blankets<br />
pine away<br />
<br />
and I am not<br />
sure where I fit<br />
not happy<br />
not warm<br />
not cold<br />
<br />
a lost<br />
of its own<br />
<br />
different<br />
than knowing<br />
you'd out to be<br />
doing a thing one way<br />
but drowned yourself instead<br />
<br />
and different<br />
than waking the next day<br />
vowing to do better<br />
<br />
no<br />
stuck<br />
between<br />
any future<br />
and a lacking as big<br />
<br />
moving<br />
as slow<br />
as you'd expect<br />
given the clarity<br />
<br />
oh<br />
if only I were cold<br />
I'd at least know<br />
to start out towards a blanket<br />
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Matthew Stouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426740342764063832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875114307550460644.post-69798583105620878722016-10-12T20:18:00.000-07:002016-10-12T20:19:17.816-07:00beautiful browns<br />
today<br />
your beautiful browns<br />
are looking blue<br />
to me<br />
<br />
only it's a bit more of lately<br />
than new<br />
<br />
I hope that despite<br />
my loose grasp on my own shit<br />
that I have something that betters your scenery<br />
and doesn't just clutter up<br />
otherwise empty space<br />
<br />
It's so hard for me to get above and build<br />
busy pounding down so many loose nails<br />
<br />
needs and problems<br />
over what should be<br />
<br />
there is so much more<br />
more<br />
I want<br />
want to do for this circle we dance<br />
and never the time in a day for my speed<br />
<br />
Here's hoping one way<br />
or any<br />
that those browns<br />
find their warmer glowMatthew Stouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426740342764063832noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5875114307550460644.post-87189993821629560232016-10-12T19:56:00.001-07:002016-10-12T19:58:26.770-07:00high hopesjust because<br />
you can play a guitar<br />
doesn't mean I like your fingers<br />
<br />
or any pick<br />
they made believe<br />
<br />
so much great sound<br />
for a caged<br />
and enclosed space<br />
<br />
I am sure<br />
despite what I feel<br />
this moment<br />
<br />
that there is<br />
not enough<br />
<br />
in there<br />
to live<br />
all the way up<br />
to these expectations<br />
<br />
high hopes have<br />
a greater chance of respecting gravity<br />
than flying on<br />
<br />
and that is<br />
what makes<br />
hearing<br />
for now<br />
this just so<br />
so very special<br />
<br />
every high<br />
must escape the last<br />
or be just everyday<br />
<br />Matthew Stouthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11426740342764063832noreply@blogger.com0