Thoughts on Why











{November 8, 2006}  

It must be hard, harder
for you. I see a curtain
stopping me from looking at
the spectrum of your eyes.
Maybe there’s something there
you’d rather not I see.

You’re a ghost.
You’re a vision.

You’re my appetite.
You’re my breath.

You’re a secret.

The opportunity shouldn’t
be there, but sometimes
I feel your arms begging
me. So I let them fall
around you despite
the other half of your life.



{November 3, 2006}  

The curtains close
as the light goes
and is replaced with
scents, tastes, sounds,
touches. An envelope of warmth
Starts at the hands
but moves elsewhere
Shampoo drifts in the air
Breathing lingers in my
ears. Lips
enclosing moist lips
and salt. Eyes are closed.



{November 3, 2006}   Some more

While Thinking

I discovered a trail
of thought patterns
beating through my brain
it led me in circles
like a child’s toy train


A revision

you can’t hold the world with such
Small hands, balance will make
Earth turn, but it’s hard to be discouraged
Looking into weeping eyes, needing eyes,
knowing hope can be the difference,
even with such small hands



{November 2, 2006}   Some new stuff, in progress

Hero
You can’t hold the
world with such
small hands, the
balance will make
it turn, but it’s
hard to be discouraged
looking into eyes
that run like water
down a maountain
knowing hope can
be the difference
even with such
small hands.

Inside
Looking at you is
like seeing a wave
Crash into a sand castle
There’s beauty in
the castle’s last moment
as the blue cape covers
it. There’s danger
in the grandeur and
threat of destruction
And while it destroys
there’s creation because
everytime things fall
apart they form something
fresh. So here’s seeing
You. You’re that blue
cape covering a castle.

Both sides
I like the feeling of my
feet on the ground, a
seatbelt buckle on my waist
I like locking the door at
night and knowing the
next place I’m going
to be. I like this sense
of security.

I like feeling wind whistle
through my hair, floating
on water, and closing
my eyes. I like a lack
of direction, a course
of adventure. I like
feeling a hand on the
small of my back
and not knowing
where this is going. I
like this liberty.



{May 26, 2006}  

i’ll wait
and i’ll love
i’ll wait
and i’ll share
i’ll wait
and i’ll believe

the time is never
something to be
taken away
the time can’t show
what it does
without pain
driven through
the body and mind
like the ropes pull
the veins in the heart

and so i will love
against time
i will share
all of my time
and i will believe
until time
has gone.



{February 7, 2006}  

Sometimes the world goes round
while you’re standing still
sometimes you can’t forget
and nothing seems real
sometimes you don’t want to let go
take everything with you
sometimes nothing seems right
and there’s nothing you can do
sometimes you don’t feel like you’re in your mind
you’re going insane
sometimes the world’s so crazy
it’s just causing pain
sometimes you go through the motions
but don’t take in the sound
sometimes you want to cry loud
but think in your tears you’ll drown
sometimes you want to quit
just say goodbye
sometimes life goes on
and you don’t know why



{February 7, 2006}   Sky’s Mind

Internal eyes work like the galaxy
I change and differ, it’s so confounding.
Resembling the heart of fire within my head
Just as the stars in the sky are moving.

My mind shifts like the sun and the shadow moon
It’s in the vein of the darkness waiting to unfold,
The sound of pristine rain waiting to fall,
And the refreshing sense of the ringing cold.

I contemplate as stars go bright then dim
Colors of skylight flash while rearranging
I know I won’t see the same sky again
Just like a human, forever changing.



et cetera