Americano
Under the impression that I had none to wait on
Nor be studied upon
I sat back in a chair, caramel wood stain, shocked golden by the sun
Between points of rampant inspiration
Evidant by incomprehensive pen markings not withheld by the lines
And creative study
I stare at the people, in and out
Their small movements and manner of speaking
If they catch me, I make as though dreaming
Catching my muse from specks in the air
Finding illumination in the ceiling lights
Or, if I am bold, I continue to stare
Gaining one small thrill, and the true revelation of what it is I must write
This is an old story...
It was three years ago exactly when I couldn't wait to see your face
We would walk counter clockwise around the vicinity of the stark white walls
Just so, following the mid-lunch jaunt and party crew, I could pass your table
And perhaps catch a glance
I actually prayed to God that you would talk to me
Looking back, I'm glad I experienced such juvenile desperation, if only for the story
You weren't particularly attractive in the physical sense
But you pulled me in with everything else,
Or at least with the little that I knew
I remember the day you smiled at me
And all doubt was appeased, I was truly in love
I'm fairly sure that's also the day I forgot about you
Not to think about capturing your attention ever again
It's been twice since those days that I've seen you
And each time my heart has leaped into my throat
"I thought you were in some other country never to come back??"
Not this (unbeknownst) sweetheart
All I Need is You
The Lord has made me complete again
Filling me with an unexplicable joy
Which is welling deep in my stomach, bubbling through my chest and up into my throat
So that I catch my breath, laughing in the simplistic confusion
Thankyou
In The Keys
Once I walked about streets in Key Largo
Below unkempt branches, on shell encrusted sidewalks
I glimpsed the ocean through open air garages
Of pastel beach houses
My feet were bare because it felt appropriate
Caught between stones and yellow painted lines
I breached between sand blown astray and stiff grass
It was everything I hoped it would be
Earlier on when I awoke to the breeze through the screen
The sun high against the retreating tide
All this brown and rinkled skin
Dark, large sunglasses
I am free as a bird
The most beautiful person on this whole entire earth
Imagining what it could be like to live here
And what the people feel
Simple thoughts sweep along in the Keys
Dreams are Getting Lighter
My feet are broken
But that's all
The day was light
But now I feel as though there is a large ship sinking inside my chest
Really? Nah
You're better than anything I know
That kind of "glory fades" feel
With those burnt tinges of red and gold
When the glass gets steamed up I know what I really feel
Because, unaffected by the onlookers, I'm in a tight little cocoon
Like that one time when I just sat
And stared into the outerspace of in here
There's hundreds of decibles of sound
But I sit in a protected silence
Shift backwards or forwards, I think I'm unmovable
It's on strict order not to let reality destroy me
Limbo
I don't like this place
I'm out.
Rant
From the analyzed collections of a tired mind
I refused to be in check tonight
But rather lay it bare like I did before
So you can guess and presume what I mean from what you knew
I'm sickened to the core by my own hidings
I'm sickened to the hilt in my own fright
Because honestly they can call it a chance encounter
And I can call it whatever I want, blaming it on my gut reactions and whatever feelings may blow themselves out of proportion in my dark empty cell
Because you never can tell
That's what I like to sell
To myself
When I don't want to feel it anymore
I'll sell you short if it lowers my impression, or expectation,
Or whatever it is that I have lingering of you
Well that's bullshit for sure
Often I know what's wrong and what isn't right and what's protecting myself and protecting you because most of the time I just want to fight since I know I'd win
But here it is, shoot! I want to yell profanities at this!
This is a cliff hanger and I've never been one for it, at least not in this sense.
This is one of those "look back at this and smile because you pridefully left yourself out to dry" moments
But I know it and I did it and you can take it or leave it but I simply am worth it so bottom line it's here
Fair and square I win this for just being brave
I might leave this ranting and raving
But I wont get called for misbehaving because in this open ended world it seems to be those who suffer who suffice, for the glory of reality and the abrasiveness of life
So here am I, buckled up in open air, does nothing for you but keep you aware
Fin
I know and love beautiful people
f-r-i-endskies
You're a knuckle breaker my friend
I can see her crumbling from miles away
You've found a beautiful woman my friend
But you've left a wake
Yes you've left a mighty wake
I bet she doesn't control you
But her presence makes you control yourself
I bet you don't lose your head
But you might some day
Don't hurt that woman, my friend
Like you've swept them to the side
Keep her forever this time
Floating Today
He stepped out this side of the train
Out into nothing at all!
There is an open fall, I see out the windows
And he walked across a platform of air
There is a black man in an orange coat and silver headphones
On the other side of the tracks
I think, "He is a solid man on solid ground"
But this man walks on nothing, on this side of the train
Beyond this everything is floating
The silver-grey-golden trees
The snow is falling upwards as though gravity has lost it's pull
Like the feeling after getting off a boat, or an elevator,
But without the dizzying effect, floating briefly
And everyone has learnt to walk gracefully
Even the men!
I'm not sure what it is, but I think the clouds have become lighter,
And gained centrifugal force
Pulling all living creatures up to their heart
I'm not sure what it is, but consonants don't sound right anymore
So air is where everything exists
Like dream
Everything is become of dream
Hey!
Ain't got nothing on me son
I'm a disastrous girl
Sending up sparklers in explosive proportions
But it's all right
It's alright
Because it's peaceful quiet right here
2 Unrelated Things
I have to unlearn the way to your place
So I don't end up there all the time
I could count the numbers in my head before even seeing the score
But I don't want to add this anymore
We are still waiting
Since three thousand years
The wall has been built but we're staying
We saw him, that prophet, he lifted the eyes of the blind
But we are still waiting
This is our kingdom, our Holy Land
It is concrete and rubble and Father amplified propaganda
Come to us in your robes of royalty
Come to us as we pray
Our heads covered, on our knees we weep
Awaiting this messiah our sacrifices we bring
Malachi
Malachi, the last prophet
You take us to an expectant end
We will work and wait and die
In the echo of your words.
Oh, my heart is as dry as this desert
And I fear I have been wandering for years
You walked and spoke, but of whom and to who?
We watch the horizon until we go blind.
Okay
Things click
Like cogs in a clock
This square fits this notch
Like pieces of gene
Only frayed by being burnt by the sun
But refusing to be a great disintegration
It creates
A new characteristic, sometimes devastating or perpetuating
But never null
In space, but okay
I know nothing
But okay.
I know something you don't
I like peppering everything with a bit of truth
Like here is your broad view of everything
And here's the shadow, just beneath the surface
Of something
It's unnoteworthy but monstrous, if you broke it apart
It's the sparkle in my eye
Folks
They're talkin about their babies, where they're gonna go
Just doing this together, in a state of unknown
Frosty
I'm out in the middle of the stars tonight
Here's one for the road
I have some thoughts
Or looks
For you
To throw
Around
For your head, in the middle of the stars tonight
There's a 40 mile highway reaching up into that sky
And as much as we try, climb and climb
We're still just inches tall
But the scenery is changing, that's for sure
I'm still looking around at the clarity of it all
My breath is sharper, the air is light
There's a dizzying effect in a skyway flight
