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tell someone
you love
a simple truth
and watch
while they
twist
and disfigure
your trust
until it is
so unrecognizable
you can’t help
but help them
pick apart
every last piece
of flesh and goodwill
until there is
nothing left
but the laughter
of strangers
Alvaro
my friend
you left too soon
but what about
today
has me
thinking of you
is it Jimmies guitar
or my faded tattoo
perhaps it’s the night
as I howl at the moon.
Alvaro
my friend
you left too soon
and I never
got the chance
to say
thank-you
for all the nights
you offered your friendship
wanting nothing more
than good conversation.
Alvaro
my friend
you left too soon
but your spirit
it seems
continues to bloom
within my soul
like divine intervention
so my life is yours
solely by extension.
Which brings me
now
to think of you
how if you were here
you’d tell me to
let go this dirge
and create something new
Alvaro
my friend
we’ve got work to do.
When the earth quakes
I learned the other day
that people become
very much equal
looking for a doorway
and having no clue
what to do next.
We’re going to make this better,
for whatever that may mean.
Alone — Separate — Together
Better has many names.
We spoke a lot out there about how different folks live their lives,
about the idea of success and what it really means to feel comfortable in circumstance,
about family and virtue,
giving back and taking more consciously.
We say the things up there
on the mountaintop,
which are hard to say among the crowds and noise of the working world’s downturned head,
but no less we come back down renewed.
Scott wouldn’t let me leave
he said
where do you have to go?
Stay, have another
we’re your friends you know.
How much cash you got?
That’s it, no more
21 dollars even
and thanks for being here.
I never stood a chance in the landscape of her eyes
that green mountain range overlooking cloudy skies
but I walked a long while to get to where I’ve been
and I’ll walk a little longer regardless of the wind.
Is it better to escape like a dove into the light
or give into the darkness which creeps in from the night?
There’s something in the hills, either way I’m headed down
as I stream into the valley, with the current I am now
free from all the heartache, I barely make a sound
with the roots of the sequoia among the ancient ground.
two vessels lay
like the dead
watching dust
disappear
off the ceiling fan
There must be something better
than living in this state
like a free floating feather
I must be on my way
it just took me some time
like Jenny on the run
through city lights, a heroine
to forest I have come
to recognize the stars
on a boat far out at sea
floating through the sky
my legs have taken leave,
and behind all of the people
I’ve passed along the way
is a shining light, a ray of hope
a beacon to this day.
Is that a quote or a poem,
a rhyme or a love note?
Half of the time
I don’t really know.
The other half
I really don’t care.
It’s like when you know it
you know it, and when
you don’t, you
show it, in hope
that someone
just
might
be standing too,
back against the wall
just as tired as you
but able to explain
from another point of view.
Words Of An Average White Male 