Of My Mind

Step by step I roll over myself

Rethinking new ideas, new thoughts

Day by day I awake from the same dream

Pulling out my notepad, jotting down these images

They do not haunt me and they do not help me

Everything altogether they confuse me

Wrapping my head around uneven feelings

Looking back at day old scribbles

I await for some sort of answer

Something to put me at ease

Anything at all, anything

I lay in my bed pondering the rest of the day

Pulling out the kinks and twisting out the knots

I am not sad and I am not depressed

I am merely confused with the nature of my thoughts

Do not hold your breath or clench your teeth

I am fine, I will not fall

I am absorbing my thoughts and gathering concepts

Soon I will be here, in this place

This place that I have never left

My Friend

Awaking to the rise of the sun

I see the birds flying through the air

Reflecting colors creating this blue

Above my thoughts I can not comprehend

Overlooking transparent breezes

Under estimating the ice on the window sill

I see the hills seven miles across the earth

In the depths I will linger

Hitting the grass melting away the night

My friend the sun drinks the water

The shade we call monsters run from my friend

Far from me I count the days

I saw the circus coming to town

They were fleeing from humanity

With open arms the forest embraces them

I know they must last

Smiling my friend keeps me warm

The snow has crystalized 

Purple pink and orange

Until tomorrow I will see my friend

Come and See

I can stand on my own two feet

Lay in my bed and see the things I see

Awake in my shoes and feel the way I feel

Come home to my house and walk through my dreams

Go through these steps and understand these fits

Talk through my lips and sound the way I do

Wait for the mail man and then go home

If you find yourself falling apart

Follow me home

Drive in my seat steer the wheel if you will

Discover the meanings

Search history and come and see

Step into my bubble and open your eyes

Now He Is Gone

He was a bad bad man

When you got him talking

Man he could rattle on and on

He could fight with you all day long

His lies were stronger than a heavy metal bullet

And that's why I dedicate this song

He was a bad bad man and now he's gone

Man he knew where to put his trust

He suffered all of his fame in the grave

His heart was stronger than a pebble

He had the joy of a mouse

He was a bad bad man and now he's gone

Man he could fight with you all day long

He suffered his fate in the grave 

That's why I dedicate this song

He isn't coming back and that's that

Man he was a bad bad man

And now he's gone

Dead Mans Row

Walk the dead mans row

Don't look back keep your head straight

Tin cups make the racket through the bars

Hand cuffs have no use he won't run

No where to go but dead mans row 

One by one the eyes turn can't bare the sight

End of the line too late for apologizes

Suit up bright orange take the plunge

You are headed for dead mans row

And there is no where to go

All of this is no lie

The cold cement waves goodbye 

Foot after foot trying not to multiply

Hooray hooray from the men watching you go by

Dead mans row never looked so horrible

The judge gave you no plea

Searching the heavens for the forgiveness

Finding the white under the night

Headed for dead mans row with no where to go

Meaningless Things

Pipes of an organ sit on the tip of your ear tickling the melodies of the saints

The wish wash candle lit rooms under the bridge cannot comprehend hell

Four Five Six

This is no test this is just a day just another day

Bypass this class go and look for somethings else

Will you write

If you think I am going to tell you

Why should I even think of telling you what there is

Dare not speak it's name

Pop!

Crackle

Dryer than an office building

Covers over your nose

Landing is not how it is

Printing the cottons

Can we give you something to talk about

White

The air is tight

Come down and sing

Laughing through the sound

Pick up a brick

Running on the bottom of the ocean

Twisting upside down

Stop!

Orbit Me

The orbiting satellite that floats unaware of the world below

Rotating and climbing through space and time

The blackness consuming everything within inches of the metal

Drifting with grace and elegance embracing everything but anything

Playing among the stars and laughing at the clouds

Dodging the rogue spherical enemies

It knows day and it knows night the difference between them it does not

Resistance to the rest of the atmosphere it begs for existence

The necessities for life of this matter is a twinkle and a spark

It is not jealous or selfish, it cannot be

This thing is living just as much as you and me.

A Word for Hurt

Empty bottles and finished packs strewed about the floor.

Sprawled out on the cushions glued to the tube. 

Dried tears and unreturned phone calls.  

Curtains pulled and doors locked. 

Unspoken words released with fits and tantrums. 

Mail slot drowned. 

Hour long statues followed by hour long solitary movements. 

Curled into a ball. 

Alone. 

Knocks at the door followed by silence. 

Birds chirping and dogs barking only infuriates. 

A slight giggle, a laugh, a woman’s voice. 

Peeking through the dark brown drapes. 

The outside world brings anger and violence to the mind. 

He waits in his apartment for a reason to live. 

Come save him. 

The Life of Love

Dressed to the T, the ballroom awaited him. Strolling up the stairs the two guards covered with red garments swung the ballroom doors open. Crossing over from civilization to fantasy he stepped into the ball. His top hat stood tall, black and feathered. South of his brim he wore a penguin suit flowing tailored to his body. The music was blaring and laughter filled his ears. The dancing people were swaying and spinning. He made his way through the crowds heading straight for the bar. "What to drink tonight sir?" The tender blurting out to the man as if he was awaiting his arrival. The finely dressed man returned with the words "Scotch on the rocks my good man." "Yes, yes of course." the tender replied. "Anything for the Mrs. sir?" "No thank, no Mrs." "My apologizes sir." The top hat man turned around and leaned his back up against the long dark wooden bar. Softly speaking to himself he says "Let the games begin..." The tender with a confused look on his face says "Excuse me sir?" Turning back around the top hat man returned his question with "Oh nothing good man, oh nothing." Breaking immediately away from the bar into the ballroom. Gazing upon the women dancing , ruling out almost each and everyone of them as if he already had a face in mind. The ball was decorated with great crystallized chandeliers and white flowers running along the stair banisters. As he brushes by couple after couple he keeps his eyes peeled, searching. Finally catching her eyes, he breaks through the floor like a dog on a scent. He slows as he approaches this woman from behind. He leans his chin over her shoulder and whispers, "My it has been too long." He could feel her smile illuminating. She whips around, now standing within inches of his chest. She stood just barely under his chin. Looking up to him she says "Shall we dance then?" As soon as they met each others hands they were off. Everything fell into place, as if nothing was ever lost. That night turned into days and the days turned into years. They lived in unison from that night forward bringing their fantasies to life. 

The Rustic

Candle lit, sitting at his desk he writes

Pondering of words to scribble he paces

Shelves and shelves of books

Dusty and old he runs his fingers along the bindings

Crossed arms and a tilted head he stands

Glancing out the window dripping of rain 

Watching the scurrying people

His thoughts over lapping with the night 

A knock at the door behind him he turns

Knowing the company on the other side 

He sits on the king chair to his right

Standing back up to walk towards the door

Veering away from the wooden door

Shaking his head he sits back down

The knock comes again startling the man

Darting towards the door

Pressing his cheek to the wood 

Petting the ripples in the barrier 

The rain continues to pour down 

Like the woman weeping outside

Hearing her sobbing brings tears to brink of his eyes

A letter is pushed underneath the door and the weeping fades away

The man snatches the letter and while reading, the tears start to fall

He slides down to the floor curling into a ball he grips the letter

Laying there he realizes the hurt he has inflicted on himself

Thoughts swarm into his mind

His crying turns silent like the old country night

Rolling over in his pool of tears looking to the ceiling 

Sprawled out on the floor covering his face with his hands

Picking himself up he goes back to his desk

Sitting in his rickety old chair he swivels around facing the window

Still thinking of the right words to write he sips his tea

Dipping his pen in ink he begins 

"Dear woman,

I love you with all of my heart."

He stops rereads it and starts the next line

"I am sorry"

He folds the letter and slips it into a envelope

Sighing aloud to himself as if it took all of his efforts

Navigating himself to the door

Unhinging the wood from the wood it swings wide open

Peeking around the corner seeing no sign of human life

He hurries through the halls to the mail room in the lobby

Shoving the envelope into its proper box turning around to check if anyone has seen

He gallops back to his room slamming the door behind him

His room seeming endless and infinite

He roams through the rows and rows of books over looking each copy

Finally coming to his room he sits on the edge of his bed

Inhaling an exhaling with great intensity

Gliding his finger tips over the sheets

Leaning over to smell the scent of her on his bed spread

Hugging the comforter as if it was her 

Throwing himself back to lay flat he gives out a loud cry 

Saying "Why! Why!" his agony protruding through the walls into the street

His eyes widen to the fullest as he shoots his attention to the ringing of the bell tower outside

Muttering to himself as he leaps from the bed he mutters "It's almost time, she is almost here"

"Almost here! Almost here!" "Hurry hurry"

Right as the knock at the door comes he turns the knob to the left and swings it open

There she was standing, her.. the woman

The beginning of his life.