I fill my lungs
with the air of my ancestors
knowing my purpose
is their peace.
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Tell me a story
There’s a part of me
that see’s this all clearly
like a child standing in a crowd
there’s really only one way out.
What is it that you see
it’s fine to disagree
why if the world’s mine oyster please
forgive me for the lack of belief.
I had this faith in you
I thought you had it too
how many smiles does it take to show
the unhappiness we grew to know.
Do you take this hand
would you understand
lighting matches just to prove you could
did it ever do you any good?
Tell me a story, one without love, cause it’s taken me for granted so many times—enough.
There’s a part of you
engrained in me now
I’d be a liar if I didn’t admit
it’s a piece I won’t ever regret.
So what’s the point of these prose
and insecurity poems
like a fish needs water to breathe
I guess it really isn’t up to me.
If this is just a passing feeling
I’ll agree to disagree then
watch the sun rise and fall once more
a couple hours then I’ll start the chore.
You see I know my problems
it’s not up to you to solve them
if I go out the Hemingway
like Kerouac first I’ll have my say so
Tell me a story, one without love, cause I’ve taken you for granted so many times—c’mon.
Tell me a story, one without love, cause it’s taken me for granted so many times—enough.
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.
Nonsense
I was thinking how peculiar
right before I made a U turn
It was early Sunday morning
flashing sirens without warning
Looking both ways like a child
crossing with chicken on the road
there is this man who looks me up
and down as I begin to sigh
Then I look in both direction
turn the wheel with cruel intention
In the distance there’s this woman
picket signs read save the children
I am half way home before I know
exactly what I’m doing though I
stop the car unlock the door
and let the woman in
She sits criss-cross like a virgin
while I drive off she is urgent
I don’t know what you are thinking
she speaks softly without blinking
I was waiting for the bus when you
rolled up I must confess I recognized
your eyes from times gone by
like strangers on a train
It is awkward for a second
can I interest you in breakfast
She says sure she knows a diner
while she applies her eye liner
There’s a group of old men standing
with dead babies and demanding
that a women’s right is not all right
unless they’re in control
I’ll have coffee she’ll have coffee
yes please thank you two black coffee’s
In her teeth stuck there’s a poppy
seed my breath smells quite like onion
As the man from earlier walks by
the window just in time to see
again with no expression just a
long tedious sigh
He must think of me how boring
flashing sirens without warning
I feel seasick like a sailor
hey can you do me a favor
And that’s when she asks
to take her back in time for
her divorce of course she’d
first prefer some pie
On the drive home I was thinking
how peculiar she left winking
Shut the door then started walking
while I drove off she was talking
To the man who looked familiar
from the corner of my eye though
when I looked away then back again
they both just sort of sighed
Passing by the old cathedral
doors open releasing people
From their suffering they’re smiling
shaking hands exchanging sighs and
Across the street there’s signs
that read like jokes inside my mind
there’s men and women who protest
the earth is flat next to another group
who all claim there is no God.
peace of minDUH.
All that power and fortune
and fame and followers
always at too young an age
to handle. A bit of my heart
goes out to our youth culture
which those in real power
feed on like vultures. They
will inevitably fall from this
fame like bombs, ejected from a jet
and self destruct no less
because all that power and fame
and fortune is merely a baton
that when they’re out of gas
will seamlessly be passed to another
newer, more mysterious teen
just looking for a peace of minDUH.
The breeze
Sometimes
The breeze —
And it ain’t much
— Is all you need
To keep truckin
peace.
All is quiet yet again
and I know what I must do
as if tasting coffee
for the first time
8:52
I drink slowly, carefully
cautiously
while sunlight enters the room
and from my window I can see
I am nothing
I am nothing more than
what I choose to be
and what I’ve chosen
this morning
is peace.
another way
Man will never miss a chance
to kill another man
even in times of peace and relative
prosperity man will always find a way.
It’s a tired tale but we read it everyday.
Man oh man can’t we find another way?
this peace I have written
I can’t wait
to edit
this peace
I have written
with faith
that I’ll right
you somewhere
in between,
where my poetry
and prose
never quite could
be as honest
as our fiction,
as honest
as our dreams.
A momentary peace.
Quietly
seated
at rest
with desire
though
still
desirous,
he knows
better
than to
chase
the wind.
No longer
a girl
not yet
a woman
she will
find
her way,
at rest
by the
phases
of
the moon.
Together
they
are bound
by
foolish
pride
in one another,
backstroking
in tune
to the
ever-changing
tide.
Words Of An Average White Male 