Through the straight,
With the unknown.
A solitary drive along speedy paths that intertwine throughout our city like guided railways that lead to you.
A night filled with stars and incandescent satellites.
They hang from our ceiling in a mobile that spins and spins around us.
Off to the place where we first made contact.
A wave and smile transmitted in morse with our eyelids.
You're too beautiful for this.
You should be kept a secret.
Monday, September 22, 2008
The San Francisco Highway
We aren't coming of age.
No, we're not there yet.
As I come up to the light I turn left to keep right.
I feel as if the lights throughout the airport span for miles.
And that they were put in by the architect artist.
Beautifully positioned like pieces on a chessboard.
The electricity supplies my mind and runs fluidly throughout.
I feel bigger than you but smaller than them.
I will own this once again.
Look. It's shines with such beauty.
Breathe patience.
Don't follow paths and you'll aquire all that you lust faster than you've ever dreamt of.
No, we're not there yet.
As I come up to the light I turn left to keep right.
I feel as if the lights throughout the airport span for miles.
And that they were put in by the architect artist.
Beautifully positioned like pieces on a chessboard.
The electricity supplies my mind and runs fluidly throughout.
I feel bigger than you but smaller than them.
I will own this once again.
Look. It's shines with such beauty.
Breathe patience.
Don't follow paths and you'll aquire all that you lust faster than you've ever dreamt of.
Red Raider
They speed atop the track layed out in gold.
Pleasure guaranteed.
Destination: Life.
All who are ready to ride today: The captain and the Mrs.
All who ride today will live on forever,
Because on this train the coals never lose spark or flame
And it always gets to where it's going safely.
All he had to do was hop on.
He could lead this ship out of the bay, in through the pacific, and onto the other side to then vanish in the distance.
But lord was he scared to fly.
He jumped in.
He rode for a while.
His eye always looking back.
"This cannot be it," he thought.
He could not be satisfied.
And this train began to move.
The coals burned with angst!
Flames ten feet tall!
This train was definitely headed in the right direction.
The ship glided along the waves.
The eyes widened.
But holes were exposed.
The ship quickly filled with water
And surely began to sink.
He proceeded to jump from the plane onto the tallest mountain in the world.
His head buried in the clouds he managed to scream.
He exclaimed with his voice the life he felt.
Then he watched the plane dive into a large body of water.
Casualty and all.
Pilot he was.
Captain of the seas.
Conductor of heart.
But never worthy of the titles.
How could one let it all slip away?
He walked away more harmed than ever,
Yet unharmed to your naked eye.
The bandit inside always robs the train.
Pleasure guaranteed.
Destination: Life.
All who are ready to ride today: The captain and the Mrs.
All who ride today will live on forever,
Because on this train the coals never lose spark or flame
And it always gets to where it's going safely.
All he had to do was hop on.
He could lead this ship out of the bay, in through the pacific, and onto the other side to then vanish in the distance.
But lord was he scared to fly.
He jumped in.
He rode for a while.
His eye always looking back.
"This cannot be it," he thought.
He could not be satisfied.
And this train began to move.
The coals burned with angst!
Flames ten feet tall!
This train was definitely headed in the right direction.
The ship glided along the waves.
The eyes widened.
But holes were exposed.
The ship quickly filled with water
And surely began to sink.
He proceeded to jump from the plane onto the tallest mountain in the world.
His head buried in the clouds he managed to scream.
He exclaimed with his voice the life he felt.
Then he watched the plane dive into a large body of water.
Casualty and all.
Pilot he was.
Captain of the seas.
Conductor of heart.
But never worthy of the titles.
How could one let it all slip away?
He walked away more harmed than ever,
Yet unharmed to your naked eye.
The bandit inside always robs the train.
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Juicy Juice and Video Game Watches
Early mornings.
5.
We breezed in through and lined up together.
Always looking for the middle of the day.
We danced under trees and watched the cartoon birds lay eggs in nests.
All was loyal in the square.
And the bench where we sat.
Maybe something was to be said of the memory that is left.
The one of the kitchen and milk bottles.
Towards the end we discovered Santa when we noticed the paper peeling.
It would've broken your heart.
But Z led it all. She was like nanny.
God, I hope she is well.
All is well.
5.
We breezed in through and lined up together.
Always looking for the middle of the day.
We danced under trees and watched the cartoon birds lay eggs in nests.
All was loyal in the square.
And the bench where we sat.
Maybe something was to be said of the memory that is left.
The one of the kitchen and milk bottles.
Towards the end we discovered Santa when we noticed the paper peeling.
It would've broken your heart.
But Z led it all. She was like nanny.
God, I hope she is well.
All is well.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Out of control!
Punched in the mouth.
Blood sneaking through the cracks between my teeth.
Knocked around. Slapped.
Kicked to the ground.
With bloodshot eyes and an anger filled fist I arose.
I stood up with all my might.
I looked him dead in the eye.
He wanted more you could see.
Picking this fight.
He picked this fight.
The one desire he had on his side.
With all my might my mouth opened.
My fist released.
Pity.Shame.Cowardess. thoughts filled my mind and surely the ones of others.
I could list the many things this person deserved.
And the suspense layed heavily on the wasted breaths of on-lookers.
This kid was looking for a fight.
But my elders taught me better.
This didn't deserve attention however.
He didn't deserve a word, a look, a kill.
And now the fight is inside.
Conflicts erupt within of proper methods of handling.
History showed me what to do but we have failed.
There's the blood angered nature.
There's the scared tired soul.
There are the words of the above.
There are the words of the surrounding.
What would you do?
You're hit, punched, kicked and all he wants is some fight in return.
The utter jealousy is written all over him.
I walk away.
Always walk away or they get what they came for.
Blood sneaking through the cracks between my teeth.
Knocked around. Slapped.
Kicked to the ground.
With bloodshot eyes and an anger filled fist I arose.
I stood up with all my might.
I looked him dead in the eye.
He wanted more you could see.
Picking this fight.
He picked this fight.
The one desire he had on his side.
With all my might my mouth opened.
My fist released.
Pity.Shame.Cowardess. thoughts filled my mind and surely the ones of others.
I could list the many things this person deserved.
And the suspense layed heavily on the wasted breaths of on-lookers.
This kid was looking for a fight.
But my elders taught me better.
This didn't deserve attention however.
He didn't deserve a word, a look, a kill.
And now the fight is inside.
Conflicts erupt within of proper methods of handling.
History showed me what to do but we have failed.
There's the blood angered nature.
There's the scared tired soul.
There are the words of the above.
There are the words of the surrounding.
What would you do?
You're hit, punched, kicked and all he wants is some fight in return.
The utter jealousy is written all over him.
I walk away.
Always walk away or they get what they came for.
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