Take out

Words run-a-muck
while spinning hysterically around.
They do not envision anything but closure to the light.
However, they ask that light be shown to help guide them.
I am not sure what they ask us of. I am not quite sure where we are.

Hurry and hurry! Here it comes!
Lights out!

Close your eyes to feel what peace feels like, what it looks like.
Thank you.

I am not aware of anything around me, but of only the future.
One day I will relinquish the peace lost in money, time and duty.

Take me now!

Never Never again

I may be young,
But I'm old enough to know
That our imagination has fallen
Down the Internet hole.

Death of Holland Nighthawk

Hey, let me join you.
I need a drink to sink my teeth into
everything that is falling down beside me, around me.

Can you see it?
Look at me!

Don is that you?
I'm in pain Don, but not like you. No, not like you.

Refresh

The way that the sky falls is the way

I know everything will be alright, one day,
somehow. It’s my way
of seeing that the world is too perfect for anyone to see

and that most have given up. People’s mistakes are their misfortunes 

but our luck. 

We are able to see what went wrong and go 

on to never create the same misfortune upon ourselves. 

As I sit here with the ability to learn, 

my head feels damp with pressure that builds upon itself 

like a disease, 

but as the piano rolls out the clef notes upon the air around me, 

I feel life and my release. 

To somewhere we've never been before!

It's amazing.

It is.

To stand still after the chaos cleared

And the wind blew everyone away.

Except for us. We blew everyone away.

And isn't it amazing: the power it takes to run the lamp that lights us?

To keep it bright, secure, is something so appreciated, I could never thank you for it.

Can't do it. Won't do it. You know better.

Let's go!

Tonight

The world is at peace

Again realizing how lucky I am to be here.

Once more I can close my eyes to envision the farthest reaches of the Earth

And all that there is to offer.

Take me, please, to where I need to see, to gasp, to breathe, for life.

To be sitting here, writing this to you, is only luck.

And I, my friend, am the luckiest.

SKICK's

Some Colorado street somewhere, 

ignoring the lights under the California night,
just trying to drive home,
and leave the escape
that only took me 15 miles to get to.

What a peace I found in a world so unfamiliar.
But there I was, for the last time
I leave the place hidden in the back,
full of love, full of love.

They don’t care.
They don’t want to hear it.
Just live among them.
You.

Remembrance

I remember when time stopped,

and all that was left was the silence that
filled the room,
like the haze on a cloudy day,
or the humidity that fills your skin.

I remember.

I remember mornings of mistakes,
nights of confusion.

I remember.

I remember when I wrote so much I could die.
But it kept me going, so alive, and peaceful.

I remember.

I remember the beauty all around me,
in everything,
illuminated.

Foaming

Hey Dad, they let the dog out.
I can feel her breathing as I sit nervously,
feeling scared in a city I’ve never winced in, but should have.


I knew this would hit me: even the sober get crazy sometimes.
She’s staring. Her teeth are as yellow as a school bus, her breath is hungry.
I am only protected by this locked car door.


But there’s a smirk, or a smile, poking its head out of the anger.
This dog means no harm.
She’s a saint, an angel,
only adapting to her surroundings.

El Pescador

I am the mountain enclosing her.

Endlessly surrounding her water maze,

I breathe harder and shake to void her

to an Earth less pathetic, more than me.

It is possible that you are the fish under the bridge.

I am the fisherman walking over you,

I need a new way to catch you

and throw you back as I please.

Aimless.

She looks for the opening

somewhere near

the bottom. Failure to achieve this

may cause a life of wonder,

a life uneased.

But she does not look for the answers

because she’ll slowly find a way.