rest for the wicked

he lay drowning in a pool of sorrow,
slipping towards the finish of his life,
the thoughts in his head all felt borrowed,
he saw desperation as his wife,

there wasn't anything here to hold him,
no love, possessions, theory, or clan,
so he moved towards death with no feelings grim,
hoping that the reaper would hold his hand.

stiff upper lip

things aint always gonna go down exactly as you hoped,
life aint gonna bow down as you ham-handedly mope,
so pick up the pieces that remain of broken mental pictures
and put together a sight worth seeing, redesign life's fixtures,
each time the road bumps up in your path it's nothing more than a test,
pick up your feet and ride it on out, stay strong and hope for the best.

she knows what she wants

i saw her steps fall lightly on the floor. each foot was placed down with grace of a ballet dancer stepping through her favorite routine. they tapped the ground with an attitude that told me everything i needed to know about what i was about to encounter. following the line of her step up to her cute as a button knees, past her perfect bell shaped hip curve, up to the sensual, inviting image of her lips. i got caught like a gnat on flypaper when my eyes met hers.

there's something magnetic about Marly's eyes. the light brown hue's are more powerful than the gravitational pull of the earth. they can provoke emotion, and untold excitement from any man or woman caught in their line of sight. they were eyes that told a thousand stories. most of them were too sad to ever retell.

baby steps

doing the best i can to be the best me i can be,
doing what i can to help me see what i wanna see,
trying my hardest to shout and bring about
everything that i want, and what i need,
living free of doubt,
just moving ahead with creating everything i am facing
as this road i am pacing in this picture called my life

simple understanding

riding the tidal wave of emotion into a peaceful position,
i stand overseeing the ripples of my life,

struggling to break down boulder like thoughts
into pebbles like sand so i can better overstand,

this life is as simple as i choose it to see,
this breath is the same as i've had all eternity.

jumping the bowl

lying on her side, gasping her last breath,
the goldfish girl eyed the world once over
welcoming her death,
she jumped out from the bowl just to feel,
she tried to steal a token that quickly lost appeal
the second she felt the pain start to peel
back layers of her remaining moments,
but she did it, she passed the last test
because it didn't matter,
and that was it, that was her,
now one with the all,
shaken and stirred

grandmas goodbye

the moment in time was crystalized in the tear
that hung on her eye,
but her strength would not let her cry,
though she did find the will to say she had missed
the time and the memories experience could have kissed
on the cheek of her life,
it was clear she did not want us to go from her sight,
it was a hard farewell between a grandmother and grand-kids,
and it may be the last we share in the times she did live

i am

i am here in this moment, here i have always been,
i am presently represented as many pieces
functioning in unison,
i will always be.

killing death

one life ends as another begins, the shedding of skins,
evaporation of whims, life begins where it ends
some would lend as a meaning,

but life never ends so those words are deceiving,
at least that's as far as i can comprehend,
light particles can bend but never cease existing, friend,

compatriots lend me just one brain cell,
and please do tell what type of energy is quelled?

the answer is none, so why pray tell do most dwell
in an ideological cell who's walls are heaven and hell?

i really can't call it, and i sure don't swallow it,
follow it, it's hollow shit seen through
like open lips,

at least that's just how i see it today,
tomorrow i may be swayed to see it your way. :D

new born

i saw a new truth growing up from seed,
pushing through soil of understanding,
learning to stand on it's own,
reaching for the warmth of the sun

sometimes

sometimes you gotta stop holding on,
sometimes life forces you to let go,
sometimes in letting go you still get to hold on,
sometimes letting go just means getting left behind,
sometimes, sometimes,
sometimes you find your peace in the silence,
sometimes your mind just wont be quiet,
sometimes you think you've mastered this science,
sometimes you just want to crawl away and hide,
sometimes, sometimes.

mixed bag

seeing the steps laid out before my feet
i can sense the stops that i'm about to meet,
i can't halt myself from moving in this direction,
trying to do so would cause an inner insurrection.
moving past what i've known, headed to what i want to be,
i've been here before, sifting through lost dreams and deeds,
i find pieces of me littered in her memories,
wondering where they'll fit when she's all but done with me,

life,
a series of scenes painted with emotion
trapped within the confines of our permeable beings

babble on

i'm understanding that simple planning can help expanding
the sights that i feel and see,
i'm not fearing landing or under handing the dreams i'm scanning
but not so un-scared as to flee,

i can only be what i can be, and only see the me in thee,
at least that's what i think,
so i'm really free to write and read the simple scenes
that make the me you don't see when you blink

breathing in

clean, crisp, blue streaks of air waft into my nostrils
carrying the scent of the streets washed clean,
heavy inhalation drags their cloudy selves through my body,
warmly billowing out of my mouth,
carrying with it the thoughts of yesterday,
as the clouds move on they carry with them
all misconceptions as they leave behind hope

raining

my eyes are reaching past rain drops to see the sky behind them,
touching falling orbs of moisture just to feel again,
smelling the scent of cleanliness riding the waves of breeze,
this is home for now, tomorrow the storm moves on.

blind

feeling my way through this darkness,
hands outstretched, groping, grasping,
reaching for understanding and comfort,
not yet able to find the light

rain reminds

rain floods the streets washing away the dirt and grime,
it sweeps across my mental plane, reminds of simpler times,
like back before bills did bore holes into my energy store,
prior to relationship goo sticking to and tainting the me in front of you,
back in the time and place where games and sweat interlaced
to take me through to street lights coming on,
then shower and off to bed till tomorrow comes along,
i miss the simplicity of earlier days,
but i'm now in a place to enjoy them like sun rays
soaking into my day as we speak,
hoping for rewards to see and to reap,
and then to teach

push

i hear the truth rustling the leaves of thought in the tree of my knowledge,
i feel the pain of understanding churning in chasm of my stomach,
i know that what i want isn't what can be,
i know what i must do, and am committed to making it so

emotion moves

it's funny how emotions move up, then move down,
hang out in the middle before rummaging around
looking for food for thought in every image wrought
by our actions, emotions are fashioned by our passions,
those uncontrollable bastions of distraction,
the things we can't live without facing collapsin',
least that's how it seems as i can feel them thrashin',
hoping to control them, i'd like to make that happen.

a friend in need

i saw my friend today dismayed,
weighed down with the pain
of old storms and rain
that wouldn't let her hold her head high
or accept the gentle touch of the high
offered by the presence of a friend,
all i could really do was lend
an ear and an offer to be near
whenever the road was hard to steer,
whatever comes her way i wanted to be clear
a hug is just a call away
any time of night or day

moving

i recognize the changing of the tides
by the set of details laid out before my eyes,
i feel the push of passion move inside
and know it's on to the next wave to ride,
moving with love for me i proceed
to pick up lessons of want and of need,
the next step i take is unknown to me
but i know i'll be ok cuz i'm taking it free

little things

i wake up and think about life,
appreciating the simplicity of sight,
the joy of touch, the embrace of taste,
loving the feel of wind on my face,
it's the little things that make it ok
to push through and live another day,
the little things that make it alright
to love and learn and sleep through the night

changing sight

sights change before my eyes
to reveal what's really residing inside,
things are not always what they seem to be,
or rather what i've pushed and hoped 'em to be,
sometimes i gotta step back to see clearly
exactly what i want as opposed to what i need,
and precisely what i can expect from scenes,
it seems some things are deemed
to be better appreciated with different means
of experienced eyes,
and relaxation sets in when it's that sight i find

hurt

pain floods the brain
and makes the body shake,
the heart sobs and trembles
as the belly aches,
at times we begin as we end
so it seems,
other times all we do is just end,
hurt, and bleed

facing changes

it's a matter of choice, that's what we face every day,
a matter of anxiety no matter which way,
but we gotta go one way, or maybe another,
all we really can learn to do is to mother
ourselves, soothe our own wounds,
sing our own tunes, write our own runes,
move in confidence that we are loved,
and hold ourselves high up above
the uncertainty that haunts every step,
the anxiousness from making missteps,
it's best for each and every one to connect
with themselves before reaching out to resurrect
the spirits of romance manifest,
and if we do then our union's are truly blessed

she gets it

simple understanding
that's all i need
and that's what i got
so i move forward with pride

grumpy morning

i see a picture and i it burns my belly,
turns intentions and hopes held high into jelly,
slices up my peace like ham in a deli,
i gotta smash it down, but how? there's no telling

frustration

angels and demons rip and thrash at your passion,
destroying your peace, taking away any bastion
of peace leaving the least of your self unfashioned,
and unaware as how to handle scenes smashin'

life happening

a baby tree grown up from seed
feels it's first winters cold and sheds it's leaves,
breathing deeply beneath the sky's blue sea
it yearns for springs warmth, persevering as it dreams

learning

jumping rope with ideas and hop scotching memories
i stumble on realizations, recollecting parts of me,
constantly reassembling the person that i see

work sucks

hustle and bustle, rustle and gossip,
flapping lips on any and every topic,
computer drives hum,
this fishbowl's microscopic,
phones just won't stop ringing,
i'm wishing i could stop it

conversation

talking, simple sounds uttered,
deeper meanings are uncovered,
smoothing relations like peanut butter
on bread as we spread each other
out for souls to see.