Like glass
Not the fragile kind
But the age worn panes
Capable of curves
And human hands.
The most disciplined,
Complex elements of the earth
Still able to peer through
The distortion to see
What we want to see
And have it all come true.
Concrete blocks and alloyed metals
Stand no chance.
For this melted sand
Has endured the breath of ages.
1,000 lifetimes to make it strong
If we cling to it
It becomes a song,
And if we trust it
We can carry on.
Dreams of Slumber
Oh sleep,
Why do you deprive me?
Golden parachutes
Abound but untimely.
Impeccable beauty
But such terrible timing.
Necessary caffeine
To keep the heart pounding.
Dreams come on slow
And are hard to remember.
Heart strong with weakened hands
I forget my slumber.
Disingenuous state of being,
I'd rather reality be my only reason
To cast off and find
Myself in all corners of the world.
My home is far and not where
I now rest my mind.
This is temporary until my heart can find
The mat behind the door
That reads welcome,
I'm forever yours.
Morning, cascade sun
Never trust a bloated winter
Rain instead of snow
Trees still unwilling
But it’s time to be alone
Let your babies go
Clouds fill carmel sky
Too fucked for baby blue
Why not let her die?
Blind water towers
Are diamonds in a wasteland
Industrial gods
Crescent moon slumbers
Toxic glowing fireflies
Our only night sky
I’m sick of silence.
It never moves.
Stagnant enterprise with unbreachable walls,
and now nothing...
Hopeless and fake, subtly screaming
for the core to stay in place.
Then a crash, a tumble, a tear, a break;
all noiseless constants of an inner world,
and terrestrial motions spin spirals
through endless corridors, finalizing
in a nine month marathon.
Silence has never sounded so smooth.
Leafless trees and a moon so full.
My words do me no justice,
a philosopher
with no knowledge
in his bed.
LYRIC!
Inspired again?
Nothing new, my arc,
it’s missing.
Shhh...
Time to sleep.
My dreams percolate
lost entity of belief,
and the wind blows:
gravity’s arm lifting
me from the ground
placing me gently, back
on acid trails
amidst candy dried sound.
Patiently I wait
counting days like seconds.
- Oct 4, 2003