Badinage

Badinage
before bed
on a mattress
of wires
to keep me from falling asleep
darlin'

Feeling the same way
wishing the same
wish you were in my bed
too

Tonight we sleep
on sand turned to glass
with concrete pillows
knowing not too soon
will we sleep together

Year None

A year wasted
In hopes that
Crashed
Into barricades
And dams
This is
Only visible
By your influence
Seeing that time was
Trashed
In hopes
That love
Stood up
Against children
Who thought they knew
1 + 1
Equaled 2

Though
A year wasted
Is a year none
Or so it’s been told
But
1+ 1
Is 2

Arcylic Insides

It is not flowers
in arcylic
or oils
Done by elephants
with a brush

Portraits
of who
knows what
Bowls of fruit
Rotting

It is about emotion
and creation
celebrating
construction
abducting
to another place
a deeper inside

Encomium

I'm not worthy
of this encomium
it only makes me feel worse
about the mistakes I've made
the people I've hurt
the most
tend to be myself

Flaws no one sees
that everyone makes
why can I not
left loose strings
drop
without guilt
of dropping

Everyone sees me
saint like
but I have sinned
by giving everyone
the benefit

Maybe that is the reason
for this encomium
for I never think of myself
or the reality
of matters
of the heart.

Honey Bee

You are watching over me
With bedroom eyes,
Glances from the side
That follows my every move

Honeybee
Thirty Two
Suits you
Looking good in
Black and White

Some random love
Is found
In the deepest of souls

Honey bee
You sweeten
The sourness
Of existence

Black and Blue

How un-natural we are,
My blood pours, and runs like wine
How quickly we both are,
To run from vines
I want to get drunk on wine,
In my world it would not be a crime,
To feel the pain you left inside of me.

Stoic and Pule

I'd rather be stoic
then pule
at tables
that carry friends

Or let one more mistake
come my way
since there have been too many
to break through
iron clad gates

Though
both had served me well
I have pulled back the curtains
in my mind frame

Yet there are still certain friends
that remain
the slave
to complaints

Personal Supernovas

How can one person be everything at once
And still not explode
With excitement of
being borderless
in territories
bound by lines
and mores
that govern
the govern less

Viewing this
creates personal supernovas
that produce sparks
and stars
creating becons of light
that shine on the way back
from outerspace

Copse

In these summer days
We have desired to add
Two more trees
To our copse
Next to the wiser tree
With gray bark
Sits me,
Spray painted
Yellow bark
With Branches so high

They will plant,
Two more trees
One right next to me
With words etched on it with rocks
The other for my fellow tree
on the opposite side
That was falling apart

97431 (Life by Digits)

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080920027
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042220063
080120081
97431

Color Communication

Drinking Coffee
Never discussing weather
Since it would be passe
Cliche
Instead we talk about
the shades of our hearts
the shapes of our souls
in a color communication
That makes us too large
for these
small
towns

Sipping coffee,
swallowing color
of times past
of our communication

Ups and Downs

Random words,
certain to elevate
consciousness
Bringing back B & B
With very few drinks
With very few memories
to bring back
elevation

It's hard to believe your selfishness
While parts break off
parts break off
me
myself
and
I
Forgetting those sides
of the
war

Elevating towards
the decline
of decimation
Though I come up for air
Through it all

27

At 27
I've learned to

Forgive myself
Forge new connections
Allow for mistakes
See me for who I am,
Not look for answers
Or Give advice
Not make as many plans
Limit the things around me
Surround myself with people
Live in my own standards
Learned how to define me all over again
Not hold myself up with high standards
Then not view myself so low
See people I do not know, and be joyous for them
To love
Then not to be shackled by love
To expect less out of people
That I yearn for a group once more
Though the friends I have make up for it
Trying to make things better can make things worse
Enjoy what I do have
Put myself first
Who I am, has cut off what else I can be.
I savor cosmic flavor
To get anywhere, you have to forget where you have been
Though I don't show my anger, people can still be aware of it
To be what I want, I always have to be what I do not first

Yesteryears

I think
I'm drowning,
I'm floating,
but instead
I'm flying
Above you
and the gravity
that would ground me
to mistakes
and illusions
of yesteryears'
knowledge

Tuesday Morning Rain

Tuesday morning rain
Wooden Moist Reeds
Wet Brass
The smells of seventeen

Wearing yellow pants
out of step
on purpose

These fellow guys and dolls
Caring too much
about steps
and notes
to see the melody
of living
in color
against
the rain
on
Tuesday
morning

X

X
I C U
X + X
X O X O
X + X
I C

Penhole camera

I am not one to stay up until four
to reminisce of times from decade ago
Or one to not take control
and just let chaos affect every whim

I am one to take the path,
that tends to be full of resistance
but how sad
everyone takes shortcuts

Who I am not
is a person who lives the ordinary
Or someone that has still has to find their maturity
for I'm a old soul
Who takes pictures with penhole camera
that may never develop.

Grown up Children

All around me are grownup children
Acting out
And doing nothing
One night after
The other

Unaware of what may come
With no care for the future
Or Desires
Laying in emotional beds of
Barbed wires

Often though it is best we stay
Grownup children
For the things we
Cannot change
Makes us weary adults

Friar

My friar
My friend
Comes with bottles
Which hold scrolls of the unknown

Saying
Relax
And understand
Stop thinking,
Come drinking
To the fact that
We have each other

My Friar
Arrives with joy
Throughout the pain
Yet, pleased all the same
That there are these scrolls
Inside bottles
With wisdom
That can only be gained
From forgetting everything
That came before
The toast

Moments

Moments come and go,
Though love, it sticks around
In these moments, time remains in pockets
Integral to who we should be
Instead of whom we think we should
These moments crack
What has remained of the armor
While some ocean friends are viewable
There is only you, rescuing

Sunset gravel

On the Rocks,
I cannot figure what color to paint
The sunset
On the gravel
Hearts are paved over
In the Sky
I’ve learned to fly
Float
Dissipate