Tuesday, August 30, 2011

An Honest Poet

The days go ticking by
and in my case
this is good
because each day
brings me farther
from the nightmare
and further along
a good honest road

some days are a battle
some days
are a white fluffy seed
blowing on the wind
that comes to rest
on the ground
with the potential
to sprout
something new

I no longer have a drinking problem
I no longer drink

do you know what freedom is?
only the slave knows what
freedom is
when the chains are loosed
the obligation filled
and you become
your own master


Monday, August 29, 2011

random thought poem of the day

I open the fridge at work
to put my lunch in
a blue otter pop fell out
monotony is getting
nails painted
hair done
brand new shirt
here I am
can I get a word
in edgewise
not sure
where I am going
just know how
I am going there
no matter what


Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Inching towards Fall

it's going to get dark sooner again.that's good.the warm crafts will come out in the cold weather. that is good. smokey air will fill our nostrils. cat's will cuddle. life will feel rich and full again.


Thursday, August 18, 2011

Life's Purpose

Maybe the trick to finding your life's purpose is to stop looking for it. Like that lost piece of jewelry or missing sock that always turn up when you least expect it.

Sunday, August 14, 2011

Seven Full Moons

"All addicts, regardless of the substance or their social status share a consistent and obvious symptom; they're not quite present when you talk to them. They communicate to you through a barely discernible but unignorable veil. Whether a homeless smack head troubling you for 50p for a cup of tea or a coked-up, pinstriped exec foaming off about his speedboat, there is a toxic aura that prevents connection. They have about them the air of elsewhere, that they're looking through you to somewhere else they'd rather be. And of course they are. The priority of any addict is to anaesthetise the pain of living to ease the passage of the day with some purchased relief." ~Russell Brand on Amy Winehouse
Today I see those I love
Today I do my best to stay
in the present moment
working on listening
looking into
what you feel
feeling what I feel
for the first time
we are both in the same room
and the glasses are off
and I look into your eyes
and see it all
every speck
and contour
my ears open
and I strain my attention
to hear your words
to get to know you
and to no longer give a fuck
about what you think of me
but have learned more
to give a fuck about
what I think of you.


Thursday, August 11, 2011

they wondered where daylight came from
when they found the source
they worshiped it and looked closely
and soon found out
if you stare too long at the sun
you will go blind~

-Jenny Miller


I need room to shine
please don’t eclipse me
with ego based things
let me climb that mountain top
where I can see so far
and so up close
where I can meet
the thing
called me
the soul within
expressing itself
through this existence

while you are loud
I remain silent
for fear of
talking too loud
over you

some journeys
are meant to be
taken alone
till the heroes
come back home
and profess themselves

but it is never ending
there is just a want
to make a beginning of it
to start where you left off
long ago.


Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Inner Guidance

the water is still for now
he says
and I should let it be
sometimes you need
between the storm
for the sediment to settle
when objects
are floating in the ocean
they are small
and we cannot see what they are
but if the waters be still
they will take form
and settle at the bottom
so you can look at them
and name them
and wash them
before the next storm hits


Tuesday, August 2, 2011

did you hear that sound this morning......?
it's our founding fathers,
turning in their graves.



Must be your skin that I'm sinkin in
Must be for real cause now I can feel
and I didn't mind
it's not my kind
not my time to wonder why
everything's gone white
and everything's grey
now your here now you away
I don't want this
remember that
I'll never forget where your at
don't let the days go by

I'm never alone
I'm alone all the time
are you at one
or do you lie
we live in a wheel
where everyone steals
but when we rise it's like strawberry fields

If I treated you bad
you bruise my face
couldn't love you more
you got a beautiful taste
don't let the days go by
could have been easier on you
I coudn't change though I wanted to
could have been easier by three
our old friend fear and you and me
glycerine (repeat)
don't let the days go by

I needed you more
when we wanted us less
I could not kiss just regress
it might just be
clear simple and plain
that's just fine
that's just one of my names
don't let the days go by
could've been easier on you

(Glycerine~by Bush)