I accept this temporary fate
In faith with the sun
In faith with the moon
In faith with the stars
Sinking through the ether
To rise like Roman candles
In the gasp of morrows yonder wake
Temporary Fate
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Our Gestation Period
When I found her like
a set of lost keys,
it was a mystery even to her
where she’d been hiding
or who left her there—but
I knew that look, as I’d worn once—
and it wasn’t me anymore.
So I let her sleep.
And I let her eat.
Then after her strength regained,
I walked her to the wood,
and watched her twirl with the wind—
of all that remained,
and all she’d forgotten—
like a dizzy spell I’d soon be too.
Rorschach Test
Funny, how a song
sung over the years
can seem, so foreign
even to me, with a chorus
not even I can relate to
any longer than it takes
to finish the mornings
cup of coffee, spilled
to form a Rorschach Test
no longer necessary
to indulge or engage,
just enjoying the view
from a bridge overseas.
Footnote: to Regardless of the election.
For the majority of my adult life I have lived in impoverished communities, mainly because it’s what I am able to afford. I have seen, felt, and heard the cries of both men and women, alone in gutters, pulling the arms of children onward to a life not many of us will ever lead. Some of course have made choices leading them down this path, others are facing hard times, but I see the majority of them, just as I see myself, as I see my loved ones, as common people. So regardless of the outcome of an election, regardless of the winning or losing side, I still see many men, women, and innocent children who will continue to suffer either way. I do my best to spare what little I have to offer, be it a dollar or two, a bottle of water, or even a smile which seems to go even further than the former because at least they know that they are seen, and like so many of us often feel, we like those less fortunate are not forgotten. So just be a decent person, treat people with dignity and respect, regardless of their current standings in life. Do what you can to leave the world a better place than it was yesterday. And be well, my friends. Be humble and aware. And give more than you receive, when possible. With love, gratitude, and thanks to all who’ve graced my path, and who I continue to think of daily.
Regardless of the election.
There’s a sewer pipe
in the dark, by the L.A. river
like a grave in the ground
where people sleep
by the highway, by the neighborhood
where pumpkins soon
will be replaced by
feasts of Turkey, stuffing, corn
and carefully locked doors,
then to be replaced by balsams and fern
white lights and tender eyes
of Christmas morning,
regardless of the hole by the L.A. river
where people sleep
live, and love—and pray, regardless
of the election, regardless
of the president
I still weep.
Do you?
Like Wicker Passed Round Midnight’s Mass
I dare not blame the 14 Hands
for feelings I have felt
Where midnight and I meet
the moon’s shadow can’t dispel
In daylights saving grace
I justly feel that I have felt
like wicker passed round midnight’s mass
each hand is doleful dealt
A mother cries out for her loss
It’s a shouting match, Liberty song
It all depends whose side you’re on
An 80’s flick, a telethon
The donors can’t afford
A peaceful march is a riot for
The higher ups keeping score
A father dies, a baby’s born
To a family torn apart
A mother cries out for her loss.
A brother vows vengeance.
Humanity what have we done?
Another brothers grave is dug.
It’s a quick escape, getting drunk
Do what you can, never enough
It’s a 90’s jam, a slogan sung
To another civil war
It’s a house of cards, a hand of fate
A demonstration turns to hate
It’s a feeling I just cannot shake
It takes all I’ve got to watch
Wake me up when it’s all over.
That’s no longer good enough.
It’s getting harder to be sober.
With history books full of blood.
love is not a simple thing.
I’ve often tried
to be the guy
who stands neutral
on battle lines
like half a couple
dozen times
I’ve turncoat
on the Queen.
There’s nothing new
to tell in fact
I’ve wasted more
than my last breath
which left me quite
a while back
when I first
took my leave.
So if it’s time
to settle down
regardless of
this downturned frown
I’d rather this
than both us now
set sail
for the sea.
I gave her all
that I could give
she gave me strength
in which to live
we learned to love
the simple things
neither one
could speak.
And so the line’s
erased in sand
I held close to
her open hand
our hearts displayed
like contraband
no one but us
could see.
So with this one
last battle cry
collecting tears
from both our eyes
as King and Queen
we’re sure to die
what’s meant to be
will be.
For love is not
a simple thing
like confidence
or apathy
drawn to this loss
love often leads
in the end
we’ll find peace.
This Adam’s apple is proof of Eve
Did you think it would be that easy
just to walk away.
Like we were the 30th of April
now it’s the 1st of May.
The sun here is always shining
yet I still see rain.
I was California dreaming
just to numb the pain.
Awake
or asleep
It doesn’t really make a difference
Blue
or green
The ocean looks the same
Black
or white
Just pictures on a TV screen
You
and I
We’re searching for significance
I guess…
You had to make your move
like we were playing chess.
Across from one another
we are at our best.
Stuck between the sun and moon
like all the rest.
Before my Confirmation
I never did confess.
Up
or down
The world’s full of extremes
Then
or now
The choices never change
Commit
or don’t
Either way there’s so much pain
You
and I
We’re just finger painting our esteem
I guess…
Then a baby’s born
Then another one and then some more
While a preemie dies
It’s not her fault that he’s premature
Grief
or guilt
Both come in due time
Live
or die
Flip a coin put it aside
Bitter
or sweet
This Adam’s apple is proof of Eve
You
and I
Banished from that Garden
we couldn’t find.
Still, did you think it would be that easy
just to walk away?
I’ll sleep soundly when I’m dead
Is there fear in your excitement
like a newly unearthed coffin
You can see it from a distance
like a nearsighted eye witness
It comes creeping through the window
you left open while you sleep
Like an unsuspecting victim
you roll over just to see
There’s a shadow in the doorway
sending shivers down your spine
Like a child on a big wheel
cup your hands over your eyes
When you finally build the courage
to admit you’ve lost your mind
There’s just air and heavy breathing
feels like you’ve got the shine
Now you’re choked up glass of water
who left on the kitchen light
And you swear there’s no one listening
still you check the corner twice
Cause it’s somewhere between 3 and 4
the hour’s devil’s prime
It’s the fear in your excitement
in the background of your mind
Monday morning tired pouring
rain falls cold upon your head
It’s a new day maybe Tuesday
I’ll sleep soundly when I’m dead
Wednesday Thursday afternoon
blurs into Friday I’m still wet
From the tears of Saturday’s gone by
Sunday’s a day of rest?
So don’t fight it just accept it
that to fall asleep is hard
When your dreams feel like the raven
and your mind a tell-tale heart
There’s a shrill cry in the alley
that you wish now to explore
It just proves that other’s trauma
spreads itself like works of art.
Words Of An Average White Male 