Friday, July 18, 2014

On occasion
I find contentedness
In the mellow lull of music mixed with silence

The promise of chaos contributes
To the undercurrent of beauty

Smiles tend to break into beams
In the mid-morning hours
And they remain
Throughout the dozy midnight minutes

Monday, June 2, 2014

I wish 
I could
Want things into being

To long for
And plead internally for
Then there it comes

This power 
Is not mine
I do not possess a semblance of it

But when his mouth spoke the words
And his eyes crinkled in joy
And he told everyone around

I felt an external pride
The hope in dreams coming true
And the beauty there is in powerless longing

Friday, March 28, 2014

External bravery
can line your skin
it can toughen, leather it
appealingly

Internal bravery,
courage
evades often
dissolving on the lining
of the vital organs
as discourage
allows blood to course
sadly through all
walls

Sunday, March 2, 2014

A day
not punctuated
by sugar
or chocolate
is old-fashioned

inexpensive
simple
gorgeous

A day
only a day
of beautiful simplicity
of euphoric flatness


Monday, February 10, 2014

Pancake Morning

I have visions of pancake days
filled with happy early morning window light
from when the sun was as young as I

bubbly with food and creation
giddy with calories and relationships

The golden pancake sun rimmed my vision
so my memories are of yellow clouds,
chocolate and blueberry spots

the silky pour of sunlight
reflected in the warm butter syrup



Sunday, February 2, 2014

sometimes
it's sad
to know
that there will be books
that I leave
unread

Saturday, January 18, 2014

guilt
swings around
like a knee reflex
when you realize
death exists
and you won't always

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

So strong
Yes, you're so strong
Say I
Says everyone

It's not really strength, though
More like living
Yes, just living

Everyone does it
Everyone lives it

Sure, it's wearying
To be in limbo
Yeah, real tough

But it's life
Even if you wish it wasn't

Friday, September 13, 2013

Coping

I felt my shoulders slump
And I knew
I outta do something about it

I opened fire
On the roving
Debilitating thoughts
That ravaged my emotions

Shushed them
To their knees
Writing my plans
For them
In song

Wednesday, September 11, 2013

Knowing

sure.
you listened.

but I'm afraid the point
was lost
on you.

you heard
the quivering vibrations
that made up
my insecure voice.

but I think the depth
drowned
your thinking.