There is a place
Between here and there
If you have never been
You won’t know where
A place where shadows creep and spin
A place where the light never gets in
And when you find, You’ve wondered in
Beware the shadows that lie within
Don’t worry if you lose your way
For these are just the games we play
Listen to your poem until its voice appears like a streetlight against a night sky.
Let it sit like a Buddha in a garden, asking you to wonder by.
Ask your poem its sign, knowing it will be perfectly in tune.
Tell your poem its future, knowing It will find true love and travel soon.
Read your poem in the wind letting it fly from your sight.
Remember your poem by the light of candles as the flames dance through the night.
Read Read Read your poem until it finds root in your minds eye.
Speak Speak Speak your poem until it is felt in your sigh.
Introduce it to your parents until they understand.
Put it in a bottle and send it away from land, and rejoice when it returns to you in every open hand.
Celebrate your meeting like a friend you met at war, and keep a remnant with you as you face what is left in store.
Remember and remember
as days wind on and on,
and you may find it reminding you what you came here for.
I will live for today
I will have my cake and eat it too
Because I will go on a diet
I will call my mother
I will stop procrastinating
But for now I will write in my notebook
Because this is now
It must be Thursday. I never did get the hang of Thursdays. – Douglas Adams
He sat alone
As the world whirled by
And he asked
And she said yes
There is no such thing as a stupid question
No is a very popular answer
Dead leaves left behind
Left crumbling tumbling
In the winds of time
Spinning spinning round and round
Laughing screaming hear the sound
Running stunning through the town
And when your done we all fall down
We will all miss the beautiful girl
Head in the clouds, life in a wirl
And when the clouds roll away
A new party girl will come out and play
Just because …
Just because ….
After losing interest in being ignored
Reflection of loss
Every once in a while
Or just boredom
Moving on to a new obsession
The freedom to live as myth
The Freedom to be a blithering idiot
The freedom to ask anything
The freedom to be wrong
The freedom to be right
The freedom to turn right at Albuquerque
The freedom to tolerate lactose
The freedom operate large machinery
The freedom cry at your own party
To be free
Free to put all your eggs in one basket
Free to burn your bridges
Free to lol
Free to make mountains out of molehills
Free to leave on a jet plane
Clap sarcastically when the world gets to boring
and the rest of us
Watching the bridges burn, while we
sit tight lipped
Part time minimum
Free to scrape the bottom of the barrel
Free to eat cake
And free to burn the candle at both ends, until the wick burns away
And no one even remembers we were here
Here is your cake America
You’ve lost your memory
And you say the sea buries
Your last thoughts
The joy that passes understanding
And every 7 days
The world reinvented
And you take it literally I suppose
Because who has a heart as generous and pliable as the sea
God and man
Floating in a sea of transgression
And only you figured it all out