The Morning and Dreadful Night

Tell me something I’ve never heard of,
And take me away to somewhere I’ve never been,
Because this sounds like something I faced long ago.
Something I’ve already done and
I’ve already turned away from. You: not the peace
I seek right now. You
Only exhibit what can be seen there.
Maybe this is all too much to ask for.
You cannot be seen here. Lying like this
I will surely fall asleep.
I will fly to somewhere, some place
Where the clouds hover. I am free
To fly around when I dream. Is this charming experience
Only to last until morn?

Monotone Mentality

There's something on fire over that mountain,
I don't care.

I had a needle stuck in my arm today,
I just don't care.

I've got chores around here that I could be doing,
But I don't care.

I hear my phone ringing, new missed call,
I don't care.

This probably isn't a very good poem,
I just don't care.

No one's ever gonna read this,
But I don't care.

Let Me Go.

So now I remember what it was I saw in the rear view mirrors:
The entry way into a summer season brought about by dusk skies and silhouettes of trees.
Oh, get me out of here.
Out of this place!
For I've heard of some place across the pond,
It’s got to be better than what we’ve got right here,
And trust me, we’ve got it good.
A place where people live lacking pride, but smiles are abundant.
A place where freedom is not mentioned, but practiced.
A place once riddled with oppression,
A place now riddled with freedom.
It's never gonna come together.
Clouds overlooking forests full of cottages and wonder.
Let it snow.
Let's hide our bodies away from harm
And grasp one another.
No one can find us here
Among the trees.

I will always love you.

Nothing like this.
This single moment.
Stresses.Pain.Money.
Gone.

A summer only beginning,
A song that never dies,
A feeling special.
We live for moments like this,
Like we live for excitement,
To forget all that we know and are surrounded by.
To feel every ounce lifted.
To write it out after it all.

I love this all,
This Earth,
The music,
The peace,
My phone to write this into.
All in one instance, it clicks.
God, the night has never been so pretty.

Somewhere in Sunset Beach

A man walking lonely on a dark pathway,
Along an even darker ocean.
The land around here does little to protect its own,
But does anywhere?
The water so black, except for what you can see around the piers.
The radio plays on with songs that seem to fit the mood, the drive, the time.
It's hard to describe the peace that's found,
While driving in a car with millions of little parts in it,
All fighting for each other at 100 miles per hour.
So, I'll just say that the peace found was new,
Exciting!
Wondrous!
And every other calming word that can be used to describe a night beach drive...