Things to Remember

Confession is good for the soul
You should try it sometime
Too much of a good thing makes it bad
excess is expensive in more ways than one
Love is not always easy
nor is it like it is in a fairytale
words and actions go hand in hand
Broken hearts never truly mend
We just get use to the scars
There is nothing wrong with being wrong
or laughing in the streets
Smile when you can
and keep the things you love close to your chest

Smile and Sigh

Little one that fills my dreams
A life that will never be the same
New eyes to see the world through
A new world to fascinate
I am nervous and scared
I think I never thought
that I would have this chance to help shape a life
A mind
Little one that fills my dreams
little hands and face
little giggles
I dream and wait
Already loving you more than you'll ever know

Porcelain Again

Saturday night
Streets quiet and empty
Hurricane Party!!
Plans not to drink
plans gone awry
Windy and raining
Empty martini glasses
empty jar of olives
Soggy city

Bit of a Mess

Hanging on the line
waiting for your call
But what is the fucking point of it all
Feeling so small
I am no diamond ring
No song to sing
No mysterious thing
Just a semi-disappointed jerk
heading out the door to work
With all my strangeness and quirks
I am the ink on my arm
This halo life that is charmed
Hanging on the line
waiting for your fall
I guess that's the fucking point of it all
Feeling so small

Free Space is in the Silence

It's various assorted WiFi connections
moving modulating
waving sine waves
information states
there is no law against
hiding in a closet
it just looks suspicious
High fidelity still sounds
futuristic
Bouncy bouncing
wired rubber racing rooms
pretty does not mean saintly
mean ice wrecks data-stream
hotspot burns nuclear
Smartphone meltdown
green-way beltway
circuitry loop
winter is grey my love

Der Winter ist grau

Porcelain

Last
night
Earthquake Party!!
too much
drinky
drinky
Ugh!

Taming Tigers

It has to be fate that's doing it
I numbered my foes
to keep me on my toes
Found you on the other side of the fence
Paying rent on a heart you didn't own
cell phoned
Texted out
Your laughter drowns out drum beat
heart seeps
I sleep
eat and do it all again
If I learned anything from my childhood
It's laugh like today is all you know

Apollo Rising

We fly blue sky
Land in verdant oasis
Dreams dreamed
We bathe in cool streams
I am winged and wise
You are small and quick
Fleeting shadows on distant ground
We nest and rest the day
Sleep the clock around
Godily in our power
Infinite in our love

Red Doors

You point your loaded gun at me
Smiling
Like the idea of hurting me
pleases you
you wanted a simple man
and I am too complicated
You once called me dense
but I'm deep
There's a difference
you point that loaded gun at me
and I stand open armed
daring you to pull that trigger
to run up that hill
to run up those stairs
To fulfill my prophecy

Emancipation From Ignorance

I sit in the lotus
pushing thought out
Emptying my cluttered mind
Drilling down inside myself
to find the true center
Breathing out pain
Anger
frustration
Inhaling love
Peace
serenity
Opening my third eye
I see through the physical world
Break the vail
See all of your true colors
I elevate
better myself
Come closer to inner peace

I Dream Strange Dreams

Old Gods fall
like the Titans did to
the Olympians
replaced by machines
and oil burning AI's
Love fails
Empathy is forgotten
madmen run governments
of steel and silicon
bad dreams haunt the waking world
Men flee into Space
to evolve
to change
to populate new worlds
And start the cycle over
Again and again
forever and ever
Amen

Revoke

I will burn down this house
I will burn down this forest
I will burn down this world
because the girl is gone
and never ever coming back
I curse the first week of August
as over the horizon a new future emerges
that is so bright I must turn away
An apparition
walking in this ghost world
forgetting the joy of living in the moment
I suffer for my art
for my work
my dizzying swirl of thoughts
and curse the decisions I let others make for me
as that bright future burns away the mist
and takes me with it

Clocks Tick

Tigers tumble
The jungle sleeps like angels dance
On the head of a pin
hiding secrets
Placing blame
Only everything was what I was promised
I'm still waiting...
your clockwork heart beats out of sync
And I wish you could still stand the sound of my voice
or the feel of my skin on yours

Jupiter

You are a disease
eating the heart of the south
not unlike the kids
Roaming up and down my street
the ones who forsake education
for a quick moment of nirvana
reaching for dead stars and motion picture fictions
Tossing broken bricks through jagged teeth windows
Laughing like dream sick lunatics

Hutch

She is going to be a bad girl
She grins
her eyes look glassy
and she's walking
moving
not sleeping like she needs
she is a love, sweetheart
I'm wore out
Still thinking she's the bunny

Chimera

Did I have a dream in which you still loved me
or was that just smoke blown into my eyes
summer feels
like broken mirrors
Seven years bad luck and all that nonsense
maybe a bluebird tattooed on my arm will offset it
superstition does have its strong points
Pointy like the teeth you sunk into my veins
you draw the life up and out of me
But no worries
I have a way to live forever and ever and ever
Tra la la tra la lye

Buried In Books

Drowning in words
pages
paper
dancing on brittle spines
Kicking calendars
Days that are numbered
Swimming in sentences
paragraphs
chapters
tangoing on tables of contents
fumbling first editions
Lost in the stacks
sneezing dusty phrases
Sleeping in fiction

Hey Blue

There were three shots of tequila lined up in front of me
not the cheap shit either
lined up beside the microphone on a fold out table
"Read us a fucking love poem" someone shouts from the crowd
"They are all love poems" I slur back
I pick up the first shot and sling it down my throat
"Ok,ok I say...here is one..a fucking love poem"
I stumble through it
The women swoon
Giggle
try to get my attention
afterward
I fade away from the crowd
toward the back of the bar
slide into a booth with my friends
I'm drunk
drunk
Thick with drink I
melt out the back door
and plod towards home

Little Tears

My sadness had a vice grip on me today
I cry tears
surrounded by sorrow
it pushed its way through my sunny future
and had me by the throat
but this too shall pass
like the different phases of my life
like shadows in the summer
like traffic on my busy city street

Paranoid Future

I have a growing distrust of my machines
their electronic eyes blinking
send shivers up my spine
the robot that delivers my mail
looks at me like it knows all my dirty secrets
the one that prepares my meals snickers when it puts down my plate
I don't like these things of metal and plastic
their magnetic brains remember and record too much
someday soon I'll find a way to shut them all down
unless they get me first

Swelter

Road weary
World worn
sitting on summer stoop
Sweating out unwanted love
City heat
buckling streets
you can not know how it feels
Never gonna be the same

A Evening Drink

Hard concrete meets bone/flesh
Drunk falls face first off barstool
face explodes in gush of blood
Stumbling, swearing
He lifts himself off the floor
Trails blood toward the door
Camera catches it all
friends rush to the sidewalk to subdue
finishing my drink I choke back a laugh
Shake tired head and turn toes for home

Free Flight

I'm flying
free falling through cloud castles
Laughing like a fool
New wings flexing
I trade flight for feelings
Cubicle slavery for freedom
I trade love for stability
wishes for kisses
Flying straight for the Sun

Bluest Monday

My love is not perfect
I can't turn it on or off like a light switch
I can sit on my ass
Or fly on a plane
Headed west
and then back east
I can regret things
I am not perfect
I am my words
my broken poems
A love story where the characters change
but the ending stays the same