Cost
There is no risk without price
There is no adventure without risk
There is no life with happiness
Without price
In a haze and fog of price and storm
Adventure and risk have consumed me
Burnt me out one weekend at a time
One plane ride, car ride, journey at a time
And for a moment I feel clear and true
The charred earth of my peace lay ahead
So many things that were before but no longer
The price I payed for stories
The cost of journey
The smoke of life
A burnt and mangle skull
Of time
Of broken pasts
Of Unsure futures
Life on the edge
Life in a storm
Running to return
Running to move on
Nowhere to be
Nowhere to go
Wanting it all
Wanting not to want
Time is flying by
Time is so slow
So it seems we go
So it seems we’re stopped
Life to a human
Life is just a waste
Of time.
The trees are
ancient, tall,
and deep.
They whisper
stories while
we sleep.
The songs
they croon
beneath
the moon
are secrets
we all
tried to keep.
School
You’re wasting your time
Flying so high
You’re wasting your time
Shooting so low
You’re wasting your time
Being so average
You’re just a waste of time
Remember that
In the sickly sun
In the sickly sun
What is left
For this new
body which bears
An ancient soul.
What is left
For still seas
And fired pots
What is left
For finished souls
For Burnished hearts
For Quelled fires
What is left
In dark light
And on mountaintops
What is left
For me now
What is left
In the sickly sun.
We’re born into this world beating and yelling
We spend the rest of our time trying to stop
Whatever Happened
To being somewhat sane? Holy hell this year has taken a lot out of me. A lot.
Low
At dawn on this morning
When the first cracks of morning light entered into my brain
As the lids of my eyes slowly and truly receded
And the muscles in my legs and arms snapped briefly into life
A cloud quickly and dangerously began to form
In the back of my skull I felt the dulling of a raging fire
And the end of strange and lively passions.
In an instant freeze my soul keeled over
And the warmth from my heart fled like birds from the cold
With dreary and darkened motions I moved from my tomb
Forced once more to enter this green world
Around me exploded the drone of electric counterpoint
And the power of movement was stripped from me in brilliant fashion
As I was dragged by a larger power from the top of the stairs to the bottom
Fiery and scolding lights beamed down on me in the staircase
One bulging and uninviting step at a time
Until from the great pain I arrived in the presence of couch and screaming tv
Only so much further for my darkened body to escape this house
Only so much further to expound my inner death to so many more
A tremendous and what promised to be a tumultuous distance
As my heavy feet hovered non-committally above the floor one at a time
My brain and heart gave in at once
This now broken body collapsing and returning to sleep
Then becoming engorged with its own sweat and tears
Finally at the edge of my vision a door sat unopened
A day which I had failed to take part in.
30 Minutes of Sleep
Did I mention I have an AP test today?
A Togetherness in the Rain
10 past 6 on a rainy Wednesday night
A phone call is placed from one line to the next
Deals are made and money is exchanged
Friends are brought together for a few hours
To galumph and to hike in the rain and muk
To burn and be burnt discussing and contemplating…
Signed by civil disputes between theological ideas
And scientific inquiries into the nature of nature
In the woods together, heads on fire
The darkened mysteries of the world sat before us.
As if they had been waiting for our union to be seen
With saturated socks and sagging skin we moved
Passing by trailers, animals, people, paths
In search of ourselves and of nothing
Together brought by madness and compassion
Illuminating our own path with smoke and capsule
Underneath the gray clouds we met
To meld with our world.
