Find solace anywhere you can
we are like thatched roofs in the wind
shelter, desperate to be pinned
but permanence was not the plan
when it was that our life began
years dilute, our futures are thinned
expressed as a threat to rescind
our talents, health and life span.
So nail those stray threads down
with whatever you find
because the storm is here
and an unstable crown
often topples the mind
when great turmoil appears.
One should always communicate honestly
One should always be humble
One should always treat others with respect
One should always act with passion
One should always be thorough
Pursue love with intentions that are thoughtful
Give what you request of love with respect
Let love given find you humbled
Bind your love tightly with honesty
Let the love you share be thorough
Fill the spaces between with passion.
Should you serve as a mentor, be humble
Provide guidance and feedback honestly
Gift your knowledge as well as your passion
and when you do, ensure you are thorough
Embrace all criticism thoughtfully
Find growth in the soil of mutual respect.
Find success hidden amongst your passions
Tackle all your tasks thoroughly
Your best attribute is honesty
Accept your greatest success humbly
Share the fruits of your labor respectfully
Look on to your next venture thoughtfully.
As you get older, live your life thoroughly
Discover treasures in your buried passions
Adopt the changing world thoughtfully
Overcome challenges respectfully
Let mornings and sunsets keep you humble
Reflect on how you evolved honestly.
Remember to treat your death with respect
Enjoy your history thoughtfully
Prepare those that you love thoroughly
Express your death as life lived passionately
Enjoy the end in its honesty
Die with a life that leaves others humbled.
Love yourself with humble honesty
Love others with thoughtful passion
Love life thoroughly and with respect.
The voracious void just kept coming
form folding over the rotting room
swallowing swollen husks of failing furniture
until undulations of wood and plaster play
like lively school kids riled rabid
and all I could do was watch
spell bound
such a fluid motion
progressing without sound
with intent and notion
consuming all it found.
Those dark hands ever questing for my throat
they find their bonds and break them
gliding accross the skin like an anecdote
whispered words of maligned memories
transcend crescendo unto grievous guttural notes
bursting through the ears and crashing through the skull
driving my sense of self into places most remote
their sole purpose met as I cower condemned
seeking refuge behind all the words I wrote.
Fine folds with matched edges
Frayed threads are unavoidable
But folded in they become
Inconsequential
Sewn together
Two isolated fabric tapestries
Become more in symphony
Something to wear against the world
A hat to protect us from the burning sun
A shirt to express ourselves
A sweater to keep us warm in the cold
A coat to stop the rain.
Separately fabric is beautiful potential
A needle and thread
Piercing and binding
Through breaking the skin
Becoming stronger
Fabric in fugue is the foundation for life’s success.
It’s okay to not be enough
Your “enough” is a bit too much
we are all slightly out of touch
with this concept of being “tough”
Sometimes life can get pretty rough
but there is no training as such
it’s okay to not be enough
your “enough” is a bit too much
Lone wolves are a gamblers bluff
you can’t fake it when in the clutch
sometimes you need a careful crutch
to paint gold cracks in broken stuff.
It’s okay to not be enough
your “enough” is a bit too much.
Find the fire within the clouds
roiling like old wars
burning with desperation
standing on the wharf
headlong in their path
dragging darkness behind them;
the end coming fast.
What years have passed between us
breathing like whales
we dive deep to live our lives
rise up for air seldomly
We dive deep to live our lives
That air gives rise to song
energy to move
to feed
and we rise up for air seldomly.
We dive deep to live our lives
lives fueled from the air above
the resources below
and the depths to comfort(swallow) them.
We rise up for air
and together we are there
seldomly.
We dive deep to live our lives
ponder the moments until air is needed again.
Let errant dreams fall beneath tires
the same dreams that can build empires
often plague the mind like wild fires;
they serve only as cruel satire
Friends must be kept at a distance
though they may offer assistance
they care not for your existence;
they serve only with insistence
Success should come with suspicion
one doesn’t achieve ambitions
the thought is a contradiction;
they serve only exposition
No matter what it is you do
I beg you not to misconstrue
the need for personal values;
they serve only to limit you.
A silent city shoots through the night sky
bold as bastards cornered in the school yard
steel towers lit like candles reaching high.
Time had long since left those finger tips charred;
they desire fire once more before they die.
History and weather have road them hard
left them here to rot in the rust and ruin
the corpse of an industrial bruin.
In truth the bear will ne’er be heard again,
though I feel its voice call to me at night
some haunted tone that resonates with pain
coercing out of that void a subtle light
muted memory strikes in clouds of rain
gifting a pat to which I have no right.
Thus I am brought to worship the carcass;
my minds eye set to explore that darkness.
It smells like the cracked seal of cranberry jam
warring with damp leaves and water logged sticks
The air hits head on like a dislodged tram
rust sharp on cold breeze like broken bricks
Inner workings roil like wolf burdened lambs
the disheveled pipes turning tricks.
A shard of moonlight stumbles down on this
old magic reaching out from the abyss.
Grow Gray With Me 