Faceplant (Pillows)

Pillow
Rests Firmly
On the Bed
Her voice the same
No matter how oft he
Wakes, She waits for his return
His sleep hampered by her distant grasp
He wakes up fighting mad, Perhaps more lost
The dreams they trouble him, Yet he yearns them
Knowing underneath his pillow's the only place she'll ever be

Staring Through the Morning Coffee

Just on the cusp of some new thought
A small brink of imagination opened wide
The other side isn't as far as it may seem
There are truths that beg to be disturbed
Flowing past the glades of idle beanery
Goes a mind searching for the day's wind
Sails set out by the rich roar of roasts
A few sips strike a paradise almost reached
The day is young in the land of dreamers
In just a few more seconds, the sun will rise
With it, the hopes of more solid thoughts
Past the eddies created by such dark bliss
Capturing its unbridled developments now
The world sways and blurs, on its spin
Yet remains in reach of a captivated hand
The resonance remains clearly in focus
Today's worries are still ghosts on the plain
Stepping out from behind golden allure
Sprinting forth to meet the rushing race

Landings

Knowing not where to
Land
Not the same as being
Lost
I thought you were waiting for
Me
But grew tired of my blackening
Ways
We all grow older, And still our clock
Moves
Youth, a plane from which we are forever
Banned
But the lines of our age, they speak our
Songs
The truths of our pasts may linger
But
The lies, they die in the sand
Now
Is a good time to look
Forth
Where we can safely
Fall

Nineteen remains the same

Threaded whispers
Of memories long forgotten
Who he was then
Remains an elusive capture
Though older now
His memory would seem ageless
October winds
They remember the sordid song
Lust betrayed youth
Something he never forgave time
Clocks became still
Even as they rolled past seasons
Searching the land
Staring into the face of doubt
Foolishness gained
Ten plus years touched the  mortal skin


Yesterday's End
Lights tomorrow's beginning, though
The candle that
Burned the flame, also burned through time
Ashes settled
Around him in his haste to run
His crumbling world
Shifted into darkness and aged
Without her light
Time bent his morals into shapes
He no longer
Recognized, and though he spoke out
Only silence
Without sound filled the days of gray
Ten years spun by
Summer was gone, with it nineteen


Repressed wonders
Spirit him back to that place now
And though time bends
Memories are seldom destroyed
By human hands
He remembers the place in time
And each song rakes
Yesterday's coals on the tired fire
One he sits by
Huddled over to hide the tears
Of closure or
Something else brought to light by flame
No sounds echo
Or at least they go unheard here
Forests are grand
And nineteen, it remains the same

Their Eyes

Whispers of gleams they once held
Their torment paints the silence deep
Dulling stars across a fading horizon
No longer hiding the misery they keep
Their edges blur into a fruitless gray
Refusing to dance to any melody
Months since the last song had ended
Devoid of any such youthful reverie
Yet painted in their pupils, daft tales
Love gone wrong, Relations jaded
Misquoted intentions, Chances missed
Harmony discorded, Hope is faded
Painful reminders at every winding turn
No escape from them, Not in a crowd
Wishing to help, Musing for sympathy
Silence unkempt, Disturbances loud
If only they knew, could possibly see
That once not so many oceans before
This dreamer's own were also haunted
Before finding hope from a hidden door

Things

Once I held a
Wife
Knew not how to
Love
Yes, She went
Away
A career I had once
Too
Away it went as
Well
The same way as my
Wife
Gave away it
All
Money, I held no
Patience
As I burned away my
Pile
Traded it for
Lies
Bargained from the
Devil
The world I thought
Held
If only in my
Mind
I became its
Fool
It became my
Master
That is the way of
Things
Glass never
Dry
Soul perpetually
Empty
Even the world was
Gray
Held little clout
A path I long
Ambled
For giving away it
All
I stopped short
Of dying down
Inside
Another purpose
Of which I'm not
Aware
Surely as I breath
I stand here with a
Bucket
Full of lies you
See
I traded my things
Yesterday
And filled with perpetual
Doubt
I did not know
That they were yet
Gone
Nothing is worth your
Soul
No, objects
They could not save
You
And yet, you held them
Tight
But still they slipped
Away
And as they simply
Fell
From the Earth
You slid out to
Space
With them, Yes
You chased your
Things
As far as you could
Go
And though they meant
Nothing
You wouldn't know that
For a while yet to
Come
And you sat there,
Just looking at your
Bucket
And you wondered
What did it all
Mean
Why were you sad,
From the loss of
Things,
Or something else
Inside

It Went So Fast

Unbridled wrath, Unmatched speed
   Shortened breath, Sonic blur
      Remembering, Forgetting

         Hands of clock, Caught by wind
            Squinting eyes, Holding space
               Unclear years, Fading, Vague

                  Restive Thoughts, Gain no ground
                        Pursuing,                  Chasing time
                  No purchase,              No reboot

               Once such pass, Youth falters
            Wisdom gained, Wrinkles too
         Boyhood lost, Seldom smooth

      Echoes sound, Laughter mutes
   Eyes shut tight, Listening loud
Out of reach, Beyond clouds

Friday Drivers

They drive by swiftly
In a race
to some where
They smoke
And text
And listen to the radio
Hopefully
They can still see the
Road
Their minds wander upon
Christmas
They worry about
Money
And bills
And sex
Not this evening though,
On their way home
They will
Forget
Every care they had
Perhaps
They ponder about
Beer
And parties
And sex
No longer do the bills
Matter
For two days
The world will stand
Still
And watch
And wait
But Monday will come
The doubts
They will return
and they will
Wish
That it was Friday
Once Again

Black Bags

That face,
It can only mean one thing
Trouble

How else,
Is a man supposed to see
Her face

The dark,
It doesn't hide her story
Her truths

No good,
She watches what is taken
Faith lost


They know,
Their dark act not unnoticed
Her too

Everyone sees,
The pillage that night; the dark
I saw

No Answers,
Mysteries under the moon
Yet not

Holding Hands on Helicopters

If you ever get the chance
Don't waste the opportunity
Time only slows in a dance
So, don't get lost in obscurity
Maybe it will be the last time
For Flying Machines and air
So when her smile is prime
Take hold of her hand up there
She may even hold yours too,
Tell her things she needs to hear
And why you've came all this way
Don't hold back, Own your fear
Moments, they tend to slip away
You've only met her this once
But the seconds are burning fast
Make a move, Forget the silence
Today too, becomes the past
Maybe it didn't matter anyhow
This story is quickly ending
Listening to the cat's meow
While time has a way of bending

Coffee Man

Your life is rough Mr. Coffee man
You didn't get it your way today
Well this isn't Burger King, Sir
And you aren't Mr. President are you
So sit your ass down in the little booth
You can drink your fucking coffee now
Your friends, they don't like you much
They only pretend to hear your voice
You come in here every single day
You and your fucking banana bread
What if it had mold, and you choked
All the money down at the bank and trust
It will not be enough to save your life
And those college kids you scorned
They forget to restart your heart this time
You realize you should have been kinder
Some people, they really have it made
Yet they bitch and fret their life away
Just the same as you Mr. Coffee Man
Trading your soul for moldy banana bread
Let us all hope that loaf tasted divine
No bakeries deliver at the morgue you see
You won't be able to talk your foolish talks
But we're aware of how self important you are
So Don't bother telling us, as we don't care
Luxuries of complaining when life's not 'fair'

The Mystery of the Broken Gumball Machine

The curious tale of a big red machine
Finds a place here amongst the fall leaves
Once perhaps, the novelty of wonders
Practically any color would fall from its drop
Most onlookers now pass  the antique
Though the cogs were oiled not so long ago
Gumball upon gumball fell from its glass
Much like dreams pour from the sandman's eyes
That machine in the field was not always so silent
Once it worked soundly and carried a tune
Then came the dew that rusted it shut
Attempts were made to make it turn
Foolery that ended quite the same way
The gumballs it spilled are now locked away tight
As time motioned past the cloudy, forgotten tale
Even the greatest of believers, believed it was late
For machines to start working against such a fate

They Walk By Me

A boy and his friend,
They walk on by me
Smiles light their faces,
They've never known pain
Youth still exists,
They have no scars of time
Today is immortal,
They know of no clocks
Tomorrow is a myth
They know not of it
Plans are endless,
They own the world
Laughter flourishes,
They only tell jokes
Daylight is abroad,
They don't understand dusk
Roads are everywhere,
They have many choices
Age is invisible,
They cannot see me
Dying is not an option,
They are forever

If

Memories,
If they held no faces
Moments,
If they held no sounds
Letters,
If they held no words
Particles
If they held no pieces

The Sky,
If it wasn't so blue
The Road,
If it wasn't so open
The Salt,
If it wasn't so bland
The Room,
If it wasn't so empty

Questions,
If they could be answered
Emotions,
If they could be tamed
Hearts,
If they could be trusted
Fools,
If they could be understood

Beginnings,
If they only floated
Mornings,
If they only lasted
Evenings,
If they only slowed
Endings,
If they only ended

Menu

Waiter: Did you miss something?
Him: It's hard to tell just now
Waiter: The weather is weird, yeah?
Him: Don't I know it
Waiter: Can I get you something else?
Him: It's not on the menu
Waiter(frowns): I suppose not
Him: But that's to be expected I guess
Waiter:......
Him: I reckon you can bring the check
Waiter: If that's what you would like
Him(laughs): That matters not
Waiter(leaves to get the check)
Him(stares out into the night)

Reflections in the Moon

An obscure and icy prison,
Broken only by the wind
Another shadow cast
In muted conversations
Outcomes unexpected
With minor breathing room
Expecting time to be gentle
When clocks remain unbroken
Gripping empty thoughts
Of which no sounds form
Exploring a surreal dream
To understand futility
Battling to breathe in sound
When silence is all afoot
Wrestling with reality
When dreams become harsh
Smoking under a starless sky
Contemplating the moon

Chasing the Dreamer through the Foothills of Time

I chase dreams that no one has ever seen before
At the bottoms of wishing wells you may find me
I seek what has never been sought with vitality
I bang upon doors that would seem quite shut
I walked back from the edge of death you see
All but certain that I could no longer dream
I found hope in futility, I found hope and more
Down to my last illusion, I recovered my stare
I saw the awe in the awful and awesome alike
Most of my suffering was of my own design
Yet it served some greater purpose inside of me
Without despair, I could not have found jubilation
The vast stories of my mind have yet to be written
Though they clearly exist and they beckon for release
I am the endless one who tires not at spilling thoughts
The proverbial ink releases demons I have not slain
However I no longer keep records of lesser things
Some people wish to rid their mind of heartache
I too, once wished upon the same silky starlights
Though who would I be without the roads I forged
How could I proclaim to be a writer without a pen
I could never be endless without a story to tell
Yesterday is long ago in a rear view mirror
I pray that my story finds a home one day
That it must not be retold in search of a kindred heart
For I long to put these walking shoes to rest
Their heels have long gave way to the callouses I keep
Trust not that I feel discouraged by the path at hand
Because my maker created a dreamer, who in turn created me
Without questions, our existences would fail to have purpose
With no purpose, I could not stretch to you this tale
What is it that brings you here this evening I wonder
Do you have no where to go besides in the in between
Hold on if you feel like dying, For I have cheated death too
Your heart is more resilient than you will ever know
Take what you want from the words on any page
Use them to understand your own elusiveness
I have no need for them once they leave my soul
Yet I would wish you kindly in the business that  you seek
Of finding yourself when others have forgotten that you exist
No longer do I speak by the aid of a sedative or such
I've given that away too, Among the ways of waywardness
Another open road awaits the ageless traveling man
Him and his endless pad have another date with destiny
Clinging to remaining hope, here in the foot hills of time
He makes his way around the world without another sound

Capitalism and Cartoons

Eating cold mac and cheese
With Scooby Doo shapes
Out of a pot with a spoon
In my pajamas at 1000 am
The air fresh, The day young
The American way of life
Gluttonous in our daily wealth
In lesser countries they hunger
Not knowing Scooby Doo
Or the wonders of television bliss
What becomes of our egos
As we forget world suffrage
I pause to be grateful and humble
Blessed is my contented stomach
The shapes fill its depth warmly
Of the lesser homes I ponder
How they know not these pleasures
When it is all I have ever known

Wagers and Riddles

Who says?
That pies cannot fill the sky
While we wander around in place

Who knows?
What it is that happens here
How it came to be this way

Who asks?
But those who chase down tomorrow
Wanderers who are unafraid to fly

What's inside?
Maybe the jitters of something new
Or perhaps notions that were left unnamed

What does it mean?
To the ones who question themselves
And the paths that they ramble on

What is real?
But the moments you can clearly touch
And the people you meet in between

Winter's Return

Winter my friend
Where have you been
I know you cannot stay
But you cool the melted sky
And your frost warms my heart
I'm gladdened in your presence
Your shadows give me my smile
In the wind I know who I am
I laugh that familiar echo
When the leaves turn to dust
Don't run from here so soon
When I've barely caught my breath
I've been running all summer long
Now that I've found myself
Won't you stay and freeze the plain
And remind me why I came