Monday, September 30, 2013

Traveling

We move in the same direction
The smells of exhaust and feeling of exhaustion.
The man who drives has seen it all, it's written all over his hands.
The woman at the front of the bus is nervous, she is a newcomer to this life. 
Living in a town so unfriendly to us, the lowly pedestrians.
We are all going in the same direction
To different places
In the inky darkness of morning
Moving toward something more
United for a brief time
And then we move on.

Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Beautiful music...

Hands curling around your neck
Body to hollow curve
A gentle caress
And our sound resonates through the ether.

Monday, September 23, 2013

The story of sleep

Dreams are a hazy shade of truth
Most people try and see the parts that they are missing
I see the parts left behind
The oily fingerprints
The faint smell lingering
Laying still
I can almost taste the lips on mine
Feel hands on skin
And there is a small part of me
Wondering
If you can feel me there
Next to you
So far away

Saturday, September 14, 2013

Laughing with...

The words don't always come
Feeling stagnant and seething
Opening myself to it all again
Without that net to ground me.
My words become my shadow
Following me relentlessly
While I long for a day when this
Will all be as humorous
As I imagine it is to you.

Sunday, September 8, 2013

Inspiration

Rustling through the recesses
I remember a feeling
Buried deep
Like a corpse long forgotten
Dormant and decayed
It's been so long since I've felt it
So long I can't even remember it's name
But it's filling me now
A purpose, a guide
A way to see the world from a different angle
And suddenly, I'm not as broken as I thought.

Friday, September 6, 2013

Impermanence

I come from a place of impermanence
A place where love is never a reason to stay

I come from a place that is uncomfortable and boundless
Days converging into weeks of noise and complacency

I come from a place where happily ever afters
only ever occur in fairy tales
and bad things come to those who wait
While good things are just heartbreak in disguise.

Wait long enough, everything will have a chance to gut you.

Despite all of this, I live wide open.
My heart like the sky cradling the moon
Embracing each new development as it waxes and wanes

I come from a place where forever doesn't exist
But that's no reason to lie down and give in.
Each moment has its purpose
and we should make them count while we can.

(Is this impermanence permanent? We'll have to wait and see...)