And for the first time I can see the veins tunneling my blood from roadway to roadway.
Silently they flow like rivers into oceans.
Silt and water filled they dance down the hills into an open field of blue and space.
"Where to go," we think.
Just like them I think.
Juts like men I think.
No thinking here.
Think.
Thoughts drown out the sound.
CONFUSION.
It stands here.
Yet I can breathe.
With such ease my lungs can soak in the breeze and mist of the air above.
CONFUSION.
Nah.
No confusion here love.
I wonder what's more important?
The boardwalk on the pier to the empty sand and water,
Or the city's constant flight of light and sound.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
Memories of the future.
The moon sits quietly glamorous in between the clouds.
The clouds appear like little puzzle pieces, scattered around a table, as they slowly come together to form a blanket over us tonight.
Yet, with all the clouds, the moon remains untouched.
The star that clings to it must be a million light years away,
But tonight it's just looking for a friend.
The clouds appear like little puzzle pieces, scattered around a table, as they slowly come together to form a blanket over us tonight.
Yet, with all the clouds, the moon remains untouched.
The star that clings to it must be a million light years away,
But tonight it's just looking for a friend.
17 or 20 Stairs
A little patch of clouds under this velvet purple night.
They're surrounded by a sprinkle of stars from space
But they've yet to reach ground.
They are suspended in the night sky.
And if only I could turn off these city brights
And stare right into the star that shines the most light.
It's got me twisting words.
The higher you look up the darker the sky gets.
From the purple that sleeps atop the back of the mountain
to the black up above that seems endless with thought.
These stars appear frozen in time falling to Earth.
I am reminded of the peace we sleep under.
Look at the cloud now, it's disappeared.
They're surrounded by a sprinkle of stars from space
But they've yet to reach ground.
They are suspended in the night sky.
And if only I could turn off these city brights
And stare right into the star that shines the most light.
It's got me twisting words.
The higher you look up the darker the sky gets.
From the purple that sleeps atop the back of the mountain
to the black up above that seems endless with thought.
These stars appear frozen in time falling to Earth.
I am reminded of the peace we sleep under.
Look at the cloud now, it's disappeared.
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Siren
I love this intersection,
And the simple lights,
And this left hand turn lane.
I can see some orange plastic and clear glass piled up nicely on the ground in front of me as I wait for the cars to pass.
This all gets a little more dangerous everyday.
And the simple lights,
And this left hand turn lane.
I can see some orange plastic and clear glass piled up nicely on the ground in front of me as I wait for the cars to pass.
This all gets a little more dangerous everyday.
In front of this light.
This light.
It flickers above the street as if to tell me something.
It's more of a blaring motion than a flicker... but it's just as moving.
And it's beautiful to watch and witness the structure we put up come alive on its own.
None of the other lights are talking tonight.
It takes my thoughts away.
This light is warning me of something.
It caught me from a distance.
Something peaceful.
Something in paradise.
It flickers above the street as if to tell me something.
It's more of a blaring motion than a flicker... but it's just as moving.
And it's beautiful to watch and witness the structure we put up come alive on its own.
None of the other lights are talking tonight.
It takes my thoughts away.
This light is warning me of something.
It caught me from a distance.
Something peaceful.
Something in paradise.
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