Freud, like many others
said dreams are where to be, if you want to fly
but I say, absolutely not
Stay here and choose reality, the greatest flight of all.
With this philosophy in mind, I made a bullseye right before summer
some people call it full-circle, what have you
A round-about way of remembering this one time,
as a child
my Dad said he didn’t want me to get dirty,
but I already have.
Maybe someday soon, everybody will appreciate
my relative humanity, but I doubt it.
I am…
so fucking free, finally
and that is all that matters.
Love Lost and Found
As love is lost
and love is found
My heart fills up
with blood droplets round
and lets them go, ever so slow
As love is lost
and love is found
My stomach fills up
with butterflies, hollow cries, fluttering sounds
As love is lost
and love is found
My head fills up
as my feet leave the ground
with blooming images of memories blissful,
the quiet feel of your arms,
ever so wistful
After all we have been through, love lost and love found.
He has patience,
like a safe house
a messenger of flow and balance
He is a full moon
I breathe under
in my tiny bedroom
and outside the home.
He has patience,
we roam for hours
and he doesn’t
ask for answers
of how I feel now, in a year,
or whenever.
He has patience,
that takes us
farther than the stars
The music,
I use it
like a love slave
owned by my brain
It takes the dank thoughts away
and replaces negative spaces
with calming melodies
amid other peaceful entities.
The music,
Sounds like
a culmination of furies
guitars dancing on air
and grunge glories
entering my brain
to take away the pain
of everyday living.
What is poetry
without rhyming?
What is a day
without timing?
What is fire
without heat?
What are legs
without feet?
What is dawn
without the sunset?
What is me, without you?
A forsaken debt.
what is Tumblr, WITHOUT some short, sad poetry?
a mother fucking virtue ;)
WHATEVER HAPPENS
Best not wait
No, never
But always
Remember
A once love
Tie-dyed hugs
Around us, as one.
Go your way,
Your friends,
Whatever happens
Go my way,
My friends,
Whatever happens
A flicker
Of laughter
Remains in hindsight.
Passing Through
Aren’t we all
Just passing through?
We look back
A looking glass
Of scarred lives
We once knew.
Float ups, crash downs
A collective
Of clowns
In the circus
Of life.
Is it beauty?
Is it love?
Is it all a silly strife?
Our bodies,
Elusive
The journey,
Inclusive
To all those who enter
This realm
And this place.
Why fear
The ending?
When it is
Destiny
Rather,
Let’s revel
And enjoy
Our voyage
To abounding
Beauty.
