Summer Thoughts

A trip, a drip, a slip, all the things one can hope for in the California sun. A wave, a high, a purpose, a difference. Shutting one door, and opening another. 

Exactly what has to be, or it shall continue to be routine. Smothering, hovering, covering, fluttering, and far from ideal. It’s crowded in a  way that is no way fun or helpful to find success in pursuit of your dreams. Regardless of the lust that satisfies the fantasies, dreams are made from the seeds planted, not the harvest we take from them.

Summer comes three, hopingly, four months of the year here. In the west, clouds cannot suppress the shine Cali comes with. Sunday’s that will saturate your instincts, sedating the senses, to believing the grass is greener where you are not. 

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“falling”

Wish away, another shooting star

Distant childhood hopes, fading out of view

Lying there on the blanket, gazing afar

Discussions of life, until ours faces were blue

Slipping away from the stresses of life 

Spreading laughs and music into the night

Hearing stories, forgiving past strife 

Discord of the big picture, out of sight 

Mighty, our passion to lend a hand 

Solving the problems for the less fortunate 

Speaking of justice, declaring a firm stand 

Falling in that moment, just a little bit

Seeing the heart of this porcelain moon 

Glow like the sun on a morning dew 

Galaxies, atoms, even a bug cocoon 

Talking, listening, all I want, from you

“the fool”

 

Shakin, hand reaches into the pocket, to hand off a cancer stick

Pausing, as the wind shivers the bones, a star-y night gazes down

Light the fire for a puff, inhale, magic, what a kick

Staring at your silhouette, moon light in your eyes, dumbfound

Galaxies stare down, admiring what my eyes study

A porcelain moon child, brown eyed and beautiful

Pleading not to see the day, when we say our good byes

Smile, be happy, the time is almost here; me, I play the fool

Wasting day light, in fright, sight of you might crush me

Unraveling the yarn holding me together, a tangled mess

No parade, no serenade, seduction fades, but love forgave

In the end, a little used, abused, another scar to hide

Confide, I found one, but now that bird is flying high

Seeking new adventure, mine, almost over

Benign, a sign, that not all love is meant in time

Trickling like sand through an hourglass, quite fast

No romance, no last dance, no see you again

Jim said it best, “This is the end, my beautiful friend..”

“pieces”

 

Picking up, it’s that time again
Where the road splits, my friend
This is not goodbye, not yet
Eyes weary, I’m going to watch the sun set

Tired and hurting, a perfect place to heal
A silent sky, artist’s canvas; a raw deal
Excuse me, my mind isn’t right, anyway
since birth it’s been broke, a lil’ more today
At fault, point the finger of shame, a glutton for pain
Brittle pieces, knees collapse, last straw to stay sane
Broken, not defeated, rest assured this isn’t your mess
A cycle to the same result, I’m left with less

Pieces will be forgotten, left behind
A time machine, wanted so time can rewind
Place my heart back in its vault, before it was caught
To remember that love you created and I sought
Real walks and talks; laying under the moon & stars
Sipping drinks, listening to your playlist outside the bar
Silent nights were a delight, only me, and you
How cute you were, I don’t think you ever knew
The way your cheeks hung, eyes open, when surprised
How the eye lashes fluttered, when you were happy
or pursed your lips when you focused, I know, sappy
Intelligence unrivaled, with a tongue of wit, it would pierce
Mother nature feared you, for your storm was fierce
Never had any intentions to fall for you from the start
The more I got to know you, heavier grew my heart
For those I let hold it, I ask, be kind
Courage is hard for me to find
Making a mess of this, I confess
I’m blubbering, sheesh, geez-us
When I took that leap, I was in a state of hope
Rationale discarded, pleading this not the end of the rope
Where I have been before, alone and unsure
Of purpose, worth, and who I can trust
My apologies, this has become a big fuss
You did nothing wrong, I assure you
Thank you friend, I’m sorry, I love you

Picking up, it’s that time again
Where we go separate ways, my friend
This is not goodbye, no not yet
Eyes heavy, going to watch the sunset

Tears accompany the mind’s displeasure
At losing sight of the bonds we don’t measure
Having an ear to speak to, was my reason for you
Listening, when you would share; all I wanted to do
Pit-pat-the clock of my head to my heart synced
Tackled by wrong timing; thinking energies felt linked
Clutching to a string, a quilt of comfort
Counting days, until I found out that time was numbered
Scattered across the universe, the mind is a terrible place
Trade it all, from hell to space, to speak again, face to face

Serendipity, they say it finds us when we need it
When angels weep and the good lord cries
thunder rains, animals hide, safety nets we provide
a blanket of security, wrapping arms around’em for assurity
Curiously, I tried doubting father times objection
Figured the old man had forgot the message
Sent years ago, where I sat balling my eyes out on the bed
This letter went to another, who shut the door that day, nothing said
Never to be heard from again, it was harder than the diagnosis
Closure, fuck it, that wasn’t meant to be, sad for eternity
Kleenex, no thank you, wearing my feelings on my face
Call it what you want, I have no disgrace
Opening up my heart was the hardest part of meeting you
I believed, truly, that the past could not be repeated, so sue
Waking up, every picture, every post, deleted
Leaving all my memories, in a scattered brain…

in pieces

“It is Fall”

Fall is approaching,

Autumn leaves are floating,

Lawns littered orange, yellow, and red,

Celebrating the living and the dead,

Time for scarfs and jackets,

Trick or treat and ghostly racket,

Wind chills and pumpkin carving,

Corn stalks for mazes and harvesting;

And the most wonderful thing of all,

The beauty of nature that is, fall.