Soon

How soon is now?

How soon is forever?


Don't tell me soon.

Don't tell me why.

Lie to me again,

it's all I need from you. 


How soon is now? 

How soon is forever? 

Soon enough, 

soon enough you said.

Speak in a voice I can hear.

Invoke sense and experience,

recall that which has passed,

is passing. 

I've learned to stop 
wishing for the impossible.

White Desert

III. Random Thoughts

I.

I have become driftwood.

In your life I sail.



II.

Get up with the boogey-down.

III.

All memories to the back please.

Stop being so conveniently placed.

Soon you'll be drowned to the point

of forgotten remembrances.

Silly things, why do you persist?

-done

30, 29
We keep falling

28, 27-
We still descend

26, 25-
We're barely alive

24, 23-
Crashing through branches of a tree

22, 21-
This is nothing fun

20, 19-
What I've heard I've unseen

18, 17-
Fists squeezed tight

16, 15-
Become unstuck

14, 13-
Closer, closer

12, 11-
Who watches from above

10, 9-
establish rhyme

8, 7-
steps to Heaven

6, 5-
exiting essence

4, 3-
near finality

2, 1-
become un

I'm not interested in forever,

only today.

TIME WILL CHANGE US ALL

A History of War

You don't need the things that hurt you.

You don't need bad memories to burden your heart.

Learn.

Grow.

Pain will come to you, life assures that.

Don't forget to revel in joy when it comes. 

Learn.

Grow.

Love those around to be loved.

Books gather dust sitting on shelves.

The edges of the pages grow discolored.



Everything has passed between us,

nothing remains.

Precious Amber

Can you play like Bill Evans on 'Blue In Green'
from the 'Kind of Blue' album by Miles Davis?
I love that song. It's romantic with an underlying
sense of sadness. Times both passed and missed,
the fulfillment of aging, the stable instability of
change without end. I don't know how it can
make me feel this way, but it does. I can't help
but feel this every time. I listen to it more and
more, hoping to make sense of everything. I
reach a point where I don't need things to make
sense any longer, I can look at the moment and
see it for what it is. Amber containing an insect,
a speck of pollen. Did the insect know it would
achieve an abbreviated immortality? Set in a neck-
lance, dangling by chain on the chest of a woman?
Life has a way of making us laugh when it's not
breaking out hearts. Notes as pure as glass sparkle
through the darkness, haunt the air with their sound.
Miles has been dead for years, Bill, even further since.
Their amber floats through ether, makes them unstuck
in time, breathes their hands to life once more, how
they would love this morning, clear blue, radiance
warming everything. We watch the same sky. How
many more times shall we see this? Precious amber
glinting in the sun.

Hazards Ahead

Red hair the color of nuclear Kool-Aid,

a flare signaling danger-

warning those that may come near.


There is no fire,

no sudden threat to life,

only the hidden flames


scorching the invisible

landscape. An onlooker

approaches. Pity.

11/14/12 Freewrite

you start by writing about nothing and hoping
that it will go somewhere you eschew any type
of punctuation and instead decide to keep at it
to keep the words coming regardless of the gib
berish quality to what may be said it never stop
ed you before and it wont now stray observations
pile up like gridlock on the 110 freeway on a
friday evening everyone trying to get home all
the grouchy bastards stewing in their portable
pots and cursing those in front of him impeding
his path home just a drink just a little something
to take the edge off of the day it sounds so simple
but it can go so wrong so quickly who would
have thought not the one drinking thats for sure
thats the story weve heard before and over and
over again its like watching the same movie and
thinking that the plot will change it wont and
instead you will remember the plot the way the
scenes change the way their faces twist and con-
tort into rubbery expressions the face can lie but
the eyes cannot how you can fake the way light
reflects from the innerflame you cannnot will not
be able to make this change so you keep searching
for a better way to lie a better way to mask truth
truth never wishes to hide it is only our cowardly
leanings that seek to mask that which is that which
must be seen will be seen suffer for this trespass
and learn the meaning of atonement for sin that
guilts and gilds itself to the spirit atone a tone
how meaning can change with hardly a change
in sound in timbre just another mystery another
quirk to language to these words you read to
these words I type and wonder who is reading
why are they reading why am I typing why am
I writing for who and what purpose or no purpose
at all it doesnt matter only the act itself ascribe
meaning at a later date we can only do so when
time has given us the means to gain perspective

Where The Road Ends.

Connect Them

Resonance

Frequency

Oscillate 

Swing 

Pendulum

A Few Words On This

Better letters than no words at all.


Better to be in thought than not thought of.


Distance builds better friendships through longing.

_____

Communicating through cul-de-sac's of meaning-

meaninglessness comes to stay awhile.

Upon

waking, being

uncertain as to the time,

the day, 

and wondering 

if it matters.