Days You Want (3/2018)

Days You Want (3/2018)

Quiet man. Sit in the corner,
Pour your soul from strings.
Nervous man, wail in the corner
Like singing swarms of bees.

Happy man. Jumps front and center,
Loving all he sees.
Leaves the noise, fills up his center,
Peacefully at ease.

Growing up, going out.
Getting up, getting down,
Living with the breeze.
Be patient with the days you want
And those will follow these.

‘Doctor, man. Fix me, I’m older.
I am on my knees.’
Silence, boy. Wise is not older,
Breathe slowly like the trees.

Poor old man, chair in the corner.
Comes to him from me –
‘Wise old man, sing from the corner.
Rock away disease.’

Left Me Complete (3/2018)

Left Me Complete (3/2018)

Found more than the bones which make me me.
Old, not worn or currently moving,
Folded under this tree.

You’ve become the bones on which dogs breathe.
Gold brought scorn. Your currency fleeted
And you are still not free.

Shaking bones beneath.
Dig, surmount, release.
Watching demons breathe.

Don’t let memories be the best times you ever had.

Today I left me and I was complete.

A hassle, your humble left out at sea.
Blew your horn. Go on living, bleed it.
There’s nothing left to see.

Your castle, it crumbled. Swallowed by fleas,
You got warned. No forgiving needed.
What are you gonna be?

I left me and I was complete.

Blue (3/2018)

Blue (3/2018)

I see a spark and think of blue.
All that’s in my thoughts these days.

All that was on my mind,
It all got left behind.
One afternoon I spilled it all.
Well, not one day, a year. Some time.
I spilled it all.
I watched worry fall.
Leave.
Nighttime, morning’s called.

Take some time, talk about it.
Step outside, howl at the moon
Or have nothing to lose.
Nothing left to lose.

Leaving was on my mind,
The ones without a spine.
One afternoon I spilled it all,
Fell to a stage. Right here, I’m fine.
I spilled it all.
I watched worry fall.
Leave.
Nighttime, morning’s called.

Lose then find, forgot about it.
Deep inside, piled up the truth.
Mean something to the moon,
There’s something about the moon.

But, I just think of blue.

Walk In The Park (2/2018)

Walk In The Park (2/2018)

In my madness, I stretch my legs at night.
Say, ‘they’re so crazy, in the park with no lights.’

He leaves shadows, his stride into my mind.
Says, ‘it’s so crazy.’ It’s peaceful, it’s mine.

Over the world, he walked ‘til he lost fights.
They get so crazy. Brake lights from behind.

For days and days and days he,
Under airplanes and daisies,
walks ‘til he takes flight.
‘Doesn’t seem so crazy.’
Nothing screams too crazy –
Nothing, in my mind.

In his secrets, his shiny little lies.
They’re just so crazy, keep them locked up tight.

Watch me reset, make a little time.
He’s just so crazy, he’ll never rewind.

Over the world, that wild little child.
He went so crazy, he finally caught fire.

I didn’t see a clock.
I didn’t have the time.
Nothing’s ‘too’ anything.
Nothing’s ‘too’ anything,
In my mind.

Own Way Home (2/2018)

Own Way Home (2/2018)

A young man’s out looking for a new town,
Looking for an old sound.
He’s been looking for a place
Where there aren’t too many people around.

In an old town where nobody knows his name.
Oblivious to fame.

He’s dreaming of warmer weather,
Stringing stars together
And making his own way home.

She’s been searching for a sane place,
Dancing with her own grace.
She’s been searching for a town
Where she’ll never ever have to hide her face.

A peaceful place where nobody’s seen her crown.
It’ll never get found.

So, she dreams of calm forever,
Stringing stars together
And making her own way home.

Their lines intertwine while arranging the sky.

Create some calmer weather.
Stringing stars, together.
Evening floats like feathers
And they make their own way home.

A little look.
A little trust and a smile.

Knocked Down (2/2018)

Knocked Down (2/2018)

Slow going, skating icy oceans on our path.
Out beyond the silent frozen towns.
Why do the good ones get knocked down?

White glistens while quiet listens to
Nobody living here anymore.

Curiosity’s listening out where nothing’s old.
Slow motion spilling endings,
Emotion spills lightning and there’s a ripple on the way.

When did it all get knocked down?
When did the colors leave this town?

Walked out on icy oceans,
Saw my reflection in old battlegrounds.
There’s no proof in history so
Why do the good ones get knocked down?

Curiosity’s listening.

Pitter Patter (2/2018)

Pitter Patter (2/2018)

Ah yes, the hunter.
Hunted by his own head and 
His own stunt double doubled back instead.
Paranoia gets going.
Nice to know ya, I’m going.
Off the edge and then back again.
Right back again.
Back to my planet in this head.
And it ends.

Moving keeps going and
Movie scenes know me.
They’ve all seen it before.

The pretty little pills made, take.
The petty little smiles they fake.
Pitter patter for miles to make
Sure they know the way
Off the edge and then back today.

But they’ve seen it all before.
Flickered little peephole inside
Shows little blurs bitten by the people who hide.
Slow slurring blurs leave hurried people behind.
So he roams.
Stewing old looks and pages from books
He used to use for cooking.
There’s no cooking ’cause nothing’s dead.
Fear nearly uncooked above his head.
The hunted inside said,
‘You doubled back instead?‘