Friday, March 24, 2017

There it is again
A laughing
Joyess audible outbursting echo refracting
Along alley way crissroads exacting
Chuckle grumble outburst impacting
Birds of night
Enjoy outright
Heard a block away reacting
Cheer adherently
Happy scream
Delight
Heard better when light has refused its bright

Wednesday, March 22, 2017

About the day I gather much
See more than is pleasant
Envy quite a bit
Couples mostly
And ugly dogs
Companionship
Shared beachside
In the sun
Still
There are times of qaurell
My corner beats alot
With fights
Lovers plight
Or late night hobos roaming
Some scuffle by
Walking hounds
Talking loud cell found bound
Making all too much known
Traffic come
People go
South mostly
Crossing the intersection
Across from my home
Our home
Organic entertainment
Chasing cars
Burying bones

Tuesday, March 21, 2017

Jump
Blind
Fall
Fly
Loose
Remove
Consume
Bloom
Wild
Escape
Fate
End
Tierd
Inspire
Desire
Loves
Fire
Yelling was all I heard
While no one else was in sight
Never stopped me from looking around
Like I lost something
That can not bbe found

Conflicting communication
Inside comes out
Turn around to face it
Find my head upon the ground

Repeating defeat
Over think thinking 
Beat knuckles retreat bleeding
Sinking the boat made for sinking

These dreams
Those voices
That fire
Leave little guesswork

Schizphrenic liar 
Think a moment
Suspend belief
Imagine a world where nothing truly has meaning
Other tgan what you give it
Now look at the admirable
The noble of heart
The selfless do goods
Isnt their beautiful purpose made up?
A grand lie they have weaved their story into?
Isnt that kind of bullshit, yet neccisary?

Maybe
Perhaps dwelling on it is as useful as its futile
Brutal truth of there being no such idea
Except the ones we tell ourselves

Faith in static

One must be this
While being that
Black and bathed in light
Round curves made of straight line
This is the way
Where paths meet, draw, divide
Creating more way
Crisscrossing
Meandering away
Sideway
Right of way
Across
Away

The way is change
The way serves change
As all does
As nothing is designed to
The revolving electron sings with it
While the wind whistels its name
Tides churn to the notion
Of never not moving
Moons ride the highway of its goverend will
Slaves within its prime directive

Still an enemy of certain
Against happy moments
An end to every dance
To begin
New, uncharted, variables

The eqaution to all mysteries simply is itself
The effect of a cause
Created not to be solved
Not to be the question
To be both
None
All
Not
Never
Always

Friday, March 10, 2017

My words are hers
Painted poorly
Lacking chorus
My muse rides
Somewhere
Crying violent
Still shakeing channels static erased
Sings
Beneath it all
Sweet and not at all like youd think it
Or be it haunting echo
Not my bussiness to say
By pearched ear it wanders
Saunters by my dreams
Keeps curtains drawn
Lost
In love
Thoughts of past forgot
Her smile
Its wings