Tuesday, November 27, 2012

chill below


a chill follows
down to the spot
beneath the road
to the next stop
before the future
reached as I stretch
out and do nothing
for a day to rest
the body needs to recharge
a chill settles into the area
winter is on the way
repeatedly coming to this spot
below where others reside
somehow alone…

never left


1127/2012 (815 pm) "Pembroke"

never left the house
studying the mind
confined to a spot too small
always been going back
making mix-tapes
for friends drinking
too much coffee then
and now getting no better
never left the house
then either
different city different time

never left the dream
being someone who didn’t
fit the mold fell
between the cracks
and wrote about it
the entire time…

Thursday, November 22, 2012

brain cramped

listening to the sound
of thoughts moving
around the brain
cramped and jammed
at most every intersection
backed up probably
going to be late no matter
where the final destination…

listening to silence
as it provides the instructions
as to where
to go next time
around stupidity should
be left behind
if at all possible
to pull the self out
of the incredible space
silence invades…

little heart little stone

a day of thanks
got to where I am
because of the greatest
support and encouragement
shed the dead skin
of merely one year ago
liberated from companionship
don’t mind the quiet
can’t find myself in it
all the time stands still
when thinking of one
little heart left behind
a smile I will never forget
thankful for the memory
the rock she gave me
as I left… 

Thursday, November 15, 2012

another month


halfway through another month
where do I go from here
on out I am alone
and eight months has changed
everything about how I view
myself in certain situations

almost through another book
of random thought
of which no one cares
luckily neither do I so I keep
writing as if I have someone to impress
they never know what to say

ignore me where I stand
watch me get louder…


Wednesday, November 14, 2012

nothing concluded -1


back again
as if I never
left is right
write all day
right all night

stack thoughts
again when I begin
to find myself
where I left off
nothing concluded…



now thought

up really late
jamming words into lines
straight ahead
waiting for thoughts
to settle into words
sometimes they don’t fit
and the wrong idea is conveyed
as if it told a story
instead of capturing
a simple moment
utter disappointment
repeated as if they all follow the same
script idea with different words
levels of confusion depending
on how many lines crisscrossing
each other confusing themselves
up really late then again up really early
catching first light
without a doubt one of
the perfect moments
another simple moment
caught for all to see
who is looking this way
for that might take too much
energy to just be nice for a change
and blame will fall on some
stereotypical imaginary excuse for whatever
bullshit is being brought forth
finally resorting to silence when they can’t
even figure out what they are doing
ignoring everything and who are they
anyway stray from the point
now is the time to appreciate now thought
positive vibes and a perfect view
the sun first light this morning…

Sunday, November 11, 2012

sick with more words

confusion 
those are the clouds above
underground base of the pond bottom
night will come 
sooner and leave later
tonight is no different 
confusion and loneliness
sick with all these twists and turns
can’t help but be 
disappointed and disgusted
unknown unseen cruelty on the surface
nothing but lies 
and false hope
tonight is no different 
solitude achieved
sick with more words…