Infinity

Nobody likes a showoff.
I'll never know what you did,
but I've heard an earful.
Dreaming of machines,
their turns and noises.

Why aren't you content with now?
This day,
5 days down, won't mean anything.
But 5 days foward, it'll hit you.

Lean into something new,
congratulate yourself.
You can do better, though.
I've seen you happier.
Stop wandering.

A Poem For Ginsberg.

Was there anything left to see?
I caught you,
looking outside.
Did you get to take in the garden?
Did you see the vegetables and plants?

I didn't stride down aisles,
I didn't confront past poets,
I didn't follow a noble man,
I just planted what I had.

But had I done so,
I'd have screamed as I held the dictionary.
I'd have seen nothing as beautiful as he.

I ingested the chops,
I have no time for the price,
and I've loved and dreamed before.

You, my dear sir,
You've loved me all these years,
I've protected your ideals and name.
(I was asked about names today, they've nothing compared to yours)
I planted my garden
in hopes your apparition
could make it's way over around August.
I hoped for the best, but all to no avail.

Will you ever stop by?
You could teach by the shed,
it could be nice.
It's no L.A.,
but hell, summer nights here are something else.

When We Collide, It'll Mean More.

We're forever floating.
Above cities and friends,
burn-outs and the car crashes.
We reside in altitudes.
We hide out in sheep.

We'll never know
and neither will you.

We die to fall,
hit a surface,
scrape our knees,
brush it off,
and go to work.

We'll start with the grass.

Where The Summerhouse Once Stood.

Out of curiosity,
you'll say,
who made the Earth?
Who made me?
Do they control me now
or just then?

I've no answers
for such things.
I've no anything for that matter.

And for that,
you'll fight me,
tooth and nail.
I've got no better options,
so I'll accept.

You'll grit your teeth
spit out sentences and facts.
It won't be worth your time.
Before you know it,
we'll be in Minnesota, I promise.

Then you can blame me.

The Space Concept.

It's about dawn,
I'd imagine.
The sun came up.
Will it matter?
Will I see you again?
Are you coming back?
I know I act like it won't matter
but it does.
It does.

I'll lay on the sidewalk
and look up.
I imagine you
above me.
You look beautiful,
but you're too far.

I can't imagine you any closer.
It's like that song,
with the ground and Tom.
It's too bad the city lights
haven't hit you yet.
You look beautiful.

Are you coming back?
I'll lay on the sidewalk,
I promise nothing will change.
We'll look beautiful again.
I won't have to imagine,
I won't have to do much,
I'll just have to lay.

Ryans A Sailor (part 2)

Get ready to feel something,
as you head back to the ocean.
I promised it meant nothing,
though everyone saw it differently.

As we met the shoreline,
they took 2 steps back.

I took my seat
in front of the tide.
I couldn't tell if they had gone,
but if they saw,
they'd see the boy
who couldn't tell if it started raining.

It swore vengeance
when my photographs washed up.
The bleak opacity
and countless exposures,
I've been let down.

But this girl has told my story
too many times for it to be true,
and maybe it's lost it's meaning,
but she knew it better than me.

With your bullets flying towards our car
you've cornered yourself,
and it's too damn predictable.

When at last,
my chest will bleed,
and I pull the chords that connected me to you,
and I've got nothing to show for much.

Warriors

Today really hurt.
What about him?
That was a selfish trip,
through yourself,
you're all you have to blame.

But if it makes a difference,
we did just fine.
We went together,
we did just fine.

We didn't stop on your account.
We did it for him.
You had no say.

But if it makes a difference,
we did just fine.

This Is For Germ, He's Doing Good.

What shadows compare
against fences?
"Congregate," they'd say.
Try to give a look.
Take it all in stride.

You can't help the oncoming storm
fight your sunday,
cast down the few,
gather up,
and in the same day,
leave.
That is beyond you.
That is beyond I.
Beyond everything we've ever done.

Get your stitches,
and feed the like minded,
help the rest carry on.
Remember our story for roads to come.

Sun Bleached? No, She's A Redhead.

She's a bloomer,
I couldn't be prouder.
As if I had a part
in her finding ground.
But I've done no such.

She wrote the rain
and then back to me.
She leaves books in fields
and pushes past the haze,
gets in the door
where she's hit, I'll never know.

Asleep on the bench,
I've been found.
We gather up the ash
to throw it all back.
It was never ours in the first place.

She'll realize it's beyond her hands.
She'll do fine too,
she'll know she's doing justice.
She'll know she's doing just fine.

Bike Rides with Myself

We like bike rides through walking trails,
where water waits
and the surrounding branches
make the most of everything.

Head past the rotted log.
Past symphonies and cities.
Thank god you've got endurance.

187 If By Air

There's so much to remember,
when facing West.
Make it worth your while.
I've held my end of the bargain,
haven't I?

Turn your back
and stare at the sun.
Walk away,
it's all expected at this point.

It's painful though,
cause of us.
Cause of history.
All apart of something,
I assumed.
I've been wrong.

I've put myself down,
as if to make it ok.
But you don't know,
so it wouldn't matter anyway.

You're were right,
maybe it's not worth it.

22 AMC

I've become prone to
admitting my infatuations.
I hate it,
it hurts when the sidewalk doesn't answer.

I hate the tent in the backyard,
who are they trying to fool?
I hate the stories they tell
about their day and what it entailed.

I keep moving on,
but they can't reach,
and I look back,
believe me, I do,
but how long can I stay here?

There's no fun anymore,
especially when I know
I'm welcome back at any time.

It aches and I sigh.
I force it away and laugh.
I told you I would stay,
everytime I make for the door.

Hitting keys softer,
a build up,
to a crescendo when at last,
I've said everything I've had to.

I guess you didn't want to hear it,
and I didn't want to say it.

RE: The District Sleeps Alone Tonight

Lights on the floor,
illuminating cracks and age.
I've made everything here perfect.

Who I am,
what I've done,
won't matter until you see this.

Asleep under the light post,
I've found a new home
I've gotten a bed in Terra.

I never did much right,
not that I mind that.

The Circle Chronicles

It's night time
outside your house.
I couldn't help but stare.

I imagined you,
cozy and comfortable,
but had I been inside,
you would've felt better.
I'd watch the moon move
and count how many times you'd toss.

I'd put us on display,
to exemplify the perfection.
Maybe they'd find room on the floor,
I wouldn't mind.
It'd be really nice.

The Songs I Hear

I don't ever think I've cried that hard.
You really made me think,
thank you.

It hurts like hell,
it really does.
Even now I fight them back.
It's not fair,
that this world is so beautiful.
The songs I hear seem to bring me to my knees.
While she fights with robots
and explains herself with every swift blow.

But maybe they were right,
about sleeping alone
and just visiting.

Re: What's The Use Of Wonderin?

What's the use of writing,
when there's nothing left to say?
When the days almost gone
and you've been led astray from all
that inhabits you and your promise of God,
you've got priorities, kid.

What happened to Spring and the island?
What happened to staying young?
What happened to us?

Call me jaded,
I think I'm not.
But a songs a song,
take your morals and your values,
but a song will be a song,
cry and cry, laugh and hide,
you've got things to keep
and recipies to share,
and I hope you'll always know,
a song will always be a song.

Show and Tell: My Dad's Trip To Space

We dressed our wounds and took off.
We anticipated our landing,
the potential crash,
the downfall of it.

They all walked,
I could only watch.

Terrified at the window,
I had never been happier.
When they turned around
they forced some tears.

I looked back at home,
felt a feeling I'd never felt before.
It was alright,
nothing special.
Nothing like this.
I don't see a reason to go back,
we had everything we needed.

Lake Bodeen (I Believe) Is REALLY Deep Towards The Middle

My life is pushing up daisys.
I'm made to be undone,
eventually.
Maybe fond memories, and some papers.

I was created to be removed.
I'll "take" what I've learned,
and sleep.

I imagine I'll travel Europe,
I'll find myself.
Rent a car and watch eggs hatch.
Trace my history,
meet some family,
tell them the news.

I've been made to die.
It'll be a hassle,
I promise.
You'll mourn and move on,
it's part of the process.

You'll travel across the lake,
and remeber where they learned to swim.

Front and Center

Point me to your leader.
The one who takes the blame,
on account of his absence.
The one who you go crawling to.
The one left you all the rules,
yet you've not followed.

The one who has corrupted the youth.
Who's gender was decided by you.
The one who came back
after he left.

God Avoids Boston

Posted photos
on the building's side.
Hoping God or someone would see.
They watched from the window,
maybe he'd come if no one was there.

It was unexpected.
They waited for days.
No one looked at their work.

The sun would set
and the sun would rise.
He had business in Sacramento,
I heard.

He had other priorites.
He had other problems to solve.

Re: For Emma (Forever Ago)

Everyone needs you.
At least that's how it always seems.
"Forgo the parable"
she sang,
"My knees are cold" I'd refute.

You knew the chords,
that could bring me on a ground.
I fell to the field,
still, she played.
The piano hurt.

The Thinker

Maybe she was just looking,
there didn't have to be anything behind it.
There was a bird off near the jetty,
that had to be it.

But maybe she knew I saw her.

Maybe she knew I would be there too.
Maybe I should've said something.
Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.

She could've come home,
and when she woke up,
I'd be there, coffee in hand.
I'd have to tell her about my dream that night,
she'd love to hear she was in it.
She was in it.
Maybe she'd like that,
maybe she'd like knowing I think about her.
Maybe we could do this every morning.
Make a thing of it.

Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.

But she's happy now,
right?
I've professed what I've to say.
At least to myself.

She'll turn around,
find him sneaking up on her.
They'll kiss.
Maybe I'll walk home now.

Sid's Creedo

I guess when
it comes down to it,
you just have to follow you.

Walk.

Pass railroads and soldiers,
birds and inhabitants.
Weeds and dandelions,
stories and memories.

Keep it all alive.
Let die what can not live.
Let x=y
and follow yourself.

Ailment.

They don't know what they do,
when the roam around the Earth.
Staying up at all hours of the night.
They meet under the tree,
they talk about their day.

They eventually leave,
but not when asked.

They've made a habit out of it.

Memories Depend on Fault

Kneel before the city,
it gave you everything you required.
You forgot about your upbringing
and gravity.

You fled the waters
and rested at the park bench.
You weren't satisfied.
You wanted more.

Hell,
even you couldn't pull have the world.

Yes We Do.

I guess one could
call it powerful.
Lethal in dosage,
gaining dosages.

Hands holding the top
to the Earth.

It matters.
Don't tell yourself
it's a thing of the past.

When This World Doesn't See You Any Other Way

A suspected foot
stomps the ground.
Reassurance and uplifted,
I suppose it's called confidence.

Watch me
take the sun down
and hold it close.

Selfish in canvas
walking down the block.

You Look Too Rough.

Carpe Diem
to the crows who attack your fields.
You've given yourself too many bloody noses,
stressed too much,
thought too little.

Deja entendu,
it's almost a curse.

D.I.Y. screamed my daughter,
she always knew me.

Stop Saying "LOL"

It was like he never left.
There were talks
of their defeating dragons.
They never seemed to care,
But I've been wrong before.

Michael And Anthony Have It Out For Eachother

Take to the hills!
Vengeance is coming!

We move to space.
We forget the progress we've made.
We drop everything.
We move on.

Some stayed,
I guess I don't blame them.
My brothers threw limbs,
I watched ascending to an abyss.

It seemed like a good idea.

It's Got ATree In Front, That's A Start.

Patterns in the carpet,
the front room is closed off.
Everyone's asleep.
It's the only time,
I can find a smile on the house.

Maybe it's seen the worst of people,
maybe it's just run down
with a fresh coat of paint.

Who am I to judge
where they grew up?