You Brought Yourself

You ran and ran
And ran and ran and ran
Away from such a mess
Such an inconceivable mess
Short of breath you slowed
Heaving on the sidewalk
What little you had by break
Now littered away at feet
Stuck standing alone near sea
Your heart brought itself
Upon an ever new place
Ferris wheels and rides
Pretty girls to take as wives
But, then you take notice
On a road along the boardwalk
One that rides along the shore
That the color is still familiar
Your hand It looks the same
As the feet which carried it
Away from all the woe
Of course, Of course
You had not thought of it
All the many miles running fast
Over all the foothills and turns
You're just around the way
On the corner of Nowhere and Lost
And all this time spent running
You were running away from you

Sifting through the Sand (Weatherproof)

In January, I had yet to walk down any paths
But, it was far to cold for venturing anyhow
And my feet were not quite made to push wind
By February however, I would scoot across the earth
Then still, I  had not glanced the many roads of pass
Nor would I know about the passing clock of time
March though, was a month made for progress
And yet, no dust did I leave on the doorstep
Tracks weren't declared beneath my traveler's foot
Sweet April , A time when I would leave the nest
Quite forcefully I cast out my wings to soar like eagles
A child with no proper know in the ways of the world
So by the call of May, I was lost as yesteryear once more
The astray seek their own to comfort their lonesome silence
Disregarding that your soles muddy akin to their own
Oh June, I was ever so sure that I had found it
The road that alluded me quite long was never more
A self made man-child of sordid goals and more so ills
That by July, I had arrived at my declaration of triumph
King of Calendars, the self-run master of my path
But Black August, It swallowed me in the whole of its gullet
I wandered through a wilderness unseen and of no end
Stumbling in darkness, because my candle sparked dim
Mercy rained all September though, washed my anxious skin
Afforded hope by that from which I come, Whom I call I AM
He made my eyes hold youth and my promises not quite late
Taught me not to search for October, who's wind is ever harsh
Who's call is perhaps ten days away or gratefully more so
Though wiser and more walked, I am more evidently tired
Perhaps by November, I shall understand time's meanings
The roads I walked headstrong into misfortune and joy alike
Their place in the history of all my endless wanderings
Then in December, I will have no road nor trek to cross
For I will have left my travel bag and pen far behind
That another patron will afford to mark his own place in time

Tunnels at Night

The earth spins
No it pivots
Falls into the ocean
Which is temporal
But only slightly
And there it rests
Mountains shaken
No they're shattered
And its dark
The Sun doesn't shine
Why would it
So it doesn't
The black space Is
No it isn't
Darkness isn't anything
See for yourself
Close both lies
Start over again
Dreams don't drown
Yes they do
They drown in doubt
The stars cry
Because its over
Or was it ever