I've got
this space
in my head
one
where
all my broken-ness
isn't bad
nor good
but just
a way to know me.
I've got
this space
all about me
where
I hide
and doubt my cover
and where I become
one of the drones
passing every
other by
without interruption.
But this space
should be
one
where
a smile ripples
face to face
like a wave from island
to island
and somewhere
land.
Not a space
where the needier
one is, the less
desirable
they are.
One where the smile
meets a mass
more than any sheer count
proclaims.
I've got
this regret
that I won't do my part.
That I'll be a stone
by the time
I am reached.
For now
I am going
to close my eyes
and dream
of that smile
that should only be.
Saturday, July 25, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
wearing thin
The jeans are wearing
right off the legs
of this society
the shirt is thin
the back is getting burned
right through the threads that remain
as the sun climbs to its midday thrown
the feet are finding there place
now that the calluses are finally setting in
this is already the end
what follows is new
what follows may
be
or may kill
or may recreate
beautiful brown hair
gone gray
softness turned crisp
I hate the sun now
so dry this month
I know it just does its thing
and this is in me and the ground surrounding
but it is what I see and feel the strongest
so back I direct
what I have
right off the legs
of this society
the shirt is thin
the back is getting burned
right through the threads that remain
as the sun climbs to its midday thrown
the feet are finding there place
now that the calluses are finally setting in
this is already the end
what follows is new
what follows may
be
or may kill
or may recreate
beautiful brown hair
gone gray
softness turned crisp
I hate the sun now
so dry this month
I know it just does its thing
and this is in me and the ground surrounding
but it is what I see and feel the strongest
so back I direct
what I have
there was suppose to be more
there was suppose
to be more
done with less diversion
less done with pre
occupation
this is no longer
okay
this is no longer
me
every day
takes away
a bit too much life
this is no longer
me
this is what is left
worn
thin
tough
fat
this is mud
not water
and it flows
only one way
I'm going up
there was suppose
to be more
this was all suppose to matter
the done
worth doing
the done
worth being
proud of
this is no longer
okay
this is no longer
to be more
done with less diversion
less done with pre
occupation
this is no longer
okay
this is no longer
me
every day
takes away
a bit too much life
this is no longer
me
this is what is left
worn
thin
tough
fat
this is mud
not water
and it flows
only one way
I'm going up
there was suppose
to be more
this was all suppose to matter
the done
worth doing
the done
worth being
proud of
this is no longer
okay
this is no longer
Out Live
When my life
can't out live its style
I should have
so much
more to show
when my deeds
sacrifice
my health.
I should have
so many
saved up feelings.
But no
my life
can not out live its style,
can't survive
the short sided
bliss.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
in my hands
the world
in my hands
my daughter
half way through the year
to three
climbs up
into my lap
finds
in my two dirty hands
not the garden I've been digging
or the trees I have been keeping to a size
all my own
she takes the fingers
starts them in a conversation
then walks hers
through the valleys
and rivers
darkened with sediment
from my yard work
they are full
of roads leading places
of so much yet to be
is her moment
valleys, mountains, bumps and climbs
the world
in
my hands
in
my arms
for awhile
while she'll let me join in
in my hands
my daughter
half way through the year
to three
climbs up
into my lap
finds
in my two dirty hands
not the garden I've been digging
or the trees I have been keeping to a size
all my own
she takes the fingers
starts them in a conversation
then walks hers
through the valleys
and rivers
darkened with sediment
from my yard work
they are full
of roads leading places
of so much yet to be
is her moment
valleys, mountains, bumps and climbs
the world
in
my hands
in
my arms
for awhile
while she'll let me join in
Monday, July 6, 2009
this will never be
this will never be
just like the inappropriate
use of words of infinite natures
from the mounts of finite
and mortal beings
you say forever
but you know
you mean years
if that much at all
you say what we've done
is bigger than us
but once we're dust
they'll be at best a few foot notes
all these memories
all these desires
all these steps
the product of cells
already heading out the door
this is what drives us mad
this is what drives us religious
this is what drives us
to try
to believe
or create
or to mow over the world
hoping
to leave
leave a mark
a scar
big enough to be
forever
just like the inappropriate
use of words of infinite natures
from the mounts of finite
and mortal beings
you say forever
but you know
you mean years
if that much at all
you say what we've done
is bigger than us
but once we're dust
they'll be at best a few foot notes
all these memories
all these desires
all these steps
the product of cells
already heading out the door
this is what drives us mad
this is what drives us religious
this is what drives us
to try
to believe
or create
or to mow over the world
hoping
to leave
leave a mark
a scar
big enough to be
forever
Wednesday, July 1, 2009
Standing
pushing a river
uphill
trying
all
reason
and failing
standing
tall
in an atmosphere
that smothers me
reduces me
to a
tiny spec
dust in the fabric
standing
trying
to
find
holding on
to my little place
hoping
to be
uphill
trying
all
reason
and failing
standing
tall
in an atmosphere
that smothers me
reduces me
to a
tiny spec
dust in the fabric
standing
trying
to
find
holding on
to my little place
hoping
to be
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