Posts published in September 2006

i always thought
i’d wrestle alligators,
lock a crocodile between
the ground and these two
massive arms– i always
thought i’d be like Steve,
that He was in all of Us
for we can just
view and see
the only way to be
is fearless.

and i think that’s the beauty of a mass entity;
being able to show, through several means,
the way in which another has affected us so,
and how all of us, we, are in debt to a man,
a person who, from all societal views, is a master
among mere mortals.

Opened lips
searching for
a meaning in
this light, and though
they find a purpose, they
release a breath to breeze
and search for more.

Who holds the secret
of this life, when all
we see is what we’re in
and nothing else really shows
until we stop and see
all that’s slow/all that’s sped
from these eyes, these–

Who holds the secret
to how to live this way
when we’re not even sure where
we are– are we even here,
or are we somewhere else entirely?
are we already in-know of this place
or are we so far away to fold
ourselves over and hope we’re
halfway close– halfway close–
halfway to a view of entirety?

Keep all you’ve done
and hold it close to
those you hold closer than
the air about you
and hold it close to
all you’ve been and where you’ve
yet to be, for you
will know one day
you take that with you
in a spirit, a
means by which you
are known from
here, are given
from this, life, to
Thee, He, She, They
who are yet to be, and
though you see
only what it’s been, you’ll
know soon how
much they are
when opened to the air and let
sift through sky–
how
beautiful the light
when caught within a sight
of buoyed ‘testines
clattered ‘mongst the candle
and all that’s seen is
matter, and nothing ever does.

shit’s been lacking recently. need a new notebook.

and a random link.

taking
the same
road
again
& again;
the one
where
she slid,
i came
& she needed
help
if just
for the
night;
and where
she
needed me
more
but all i gave
was poor advice

Despite all of my offerings
of sufferings
i hope you
just might
take me back
might just take me back again.

crossed concrete beams hov’ above
spiderweb on pink-bloom tree
angled toward a street

she stares
at the LCD
as i stare
at our ceiling

and i’d rather
be walking
there, where
the fan
would not
allow
me to.