The sky will always be impossibly beautiful.

Give up everything that doesn't matter.

The Way We Say Goodbye

I hit play on the song

you wanted me to listen to.

Parting goodbyes 

and acoustic guitar

together in harmony.

I remember waking together,

night a fading sight 

through the curtains. 

Brief moments

lingering on in memory

I think of loving you,

holding you,

being held

in turn.

I play the song again.

I see the light 

of that morning

once more.

A Practical Guide to the Impractical.

Beauty is not rare,

it dares to exist in a world

of indifference.

Realistic Expectations

I will have to settle
for a piece of the sky.
It is much too cumbersome
to attempt to contain
it in my room. This small
piece I found on the ground
will be enough. Most people
never even get to see
a piece of it fallen to ground.

Tired Poem

This poem is tired.

It has no reason to be so tired

especially since it hasn't

done anything of worth yet.

This poem could use

a drink, or at least

some concrete

imagery. How about

the foaming white

of the waves

at the seaside

as they touch sand?

That's ok. It's not enough

to be tired yet.

In fact, this poem

is still pretty short.

Where is the narrative

or form?

A lumpy sack

of potatoes barely

counts as a form.

This poem is brimming

with untapped

potential. Let's face it-

this'll have to do.

The Tired Sigh of Submission.

The Architecture of Dreams

At Some Point

Everything is 
broken or
breaking and
there is 
nothing I
can do
to help
everyone.

Movement

Love and Light

Light in Love

Move in Light

Move into ecstasy

Submit to the sound 

surrounding you

Breakdowns

It's always something
breaking down.
A friend getting stranded
during rush hour
on the freeway-
her engine finally
gave, my car overheating
that same night.
I was certain one of the fans
had gone on the fritz
or the radiator had begun
to crack. When I lifted
the hood with the engine
running I saw both
fans working.
I turned the heat
all the way up
as I drove home
with my windows
rolled down.
The moon shone brightly.
It didn't know
any better.

My ABC's

Accept consequence.

Be ready to let go.

Change by force or will.

Do not be the flame to extinguish itself.

Exemplify your values.

Fear less, live more.

Give without judgement.

Help often.

Inspire others, be inspired.

Just in all things.

Know the depth of experience.

Love without restriction.

Move briskly.

No is as powerful as Yes.

Observe everything.

Print legibly.

Question your motives.

Refrain from excess.

Surrender thoughts of how things should be.

Trust.

Understand limitations.

Value Silence.

Wander with purpose.

X: account for it.

Your life is yours alone.

Zero is an acceptable starting point.

Dinosaurs in the Garden

Rubber Ducky

Rubber Ducky,
towering over people
and buildings,
you are fit to belong
to Poseidon himself.
As you sit in the harbor
I can't help but think
how delighted
I would have been
as a child to see
you, and think how
strange and beautiful
a place our world
can be. In fact,
I'm thinking that
right now.
Rubber Ducky,
long may you float
in the waters
of our hearts.

Father & Son

I can't imagine
what it must be like
to be fifty-nine.
I'm only thirty-one
and I think I'm old,
but I know that
isn't quite the case.
My father was
in his late twenties
when I was born
and was given his
name. I disliked
my name as a child.
I wished I was one
of the kids with
a common name.
Eventually I got over
that and began to see
the gift that it was.
I am the son of my
father, I bear his
name as well
as I can. I told him
Happy Birthday
this morning
and gave him
a hug. Sixty is
next for him
and thirty-two
is almost here.
We'll be fine.

You and what God?

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Predatory Illusion

Secret Lives

Greed

What the heart wants
is everything.
It can accept nothing less.
What a greedy child
it is.
It is incapable
of learning.
It wants
without care.
It wants
and will do
anything to achieve
what it desires.
Greedy child,
what have
you wrought upon
us all
since time immemorial?

Fundamental Desire

I want to be 
the best version 
of myself
in both thought
and action.
That is enough.

Dichotomy of Noise

Oscillate

My fan has grown weary of Summer
and I can't say I blame him.

All he can do is oscillate back and forth
at three varying speeds.

When we are together in my room
on those warms nights I thank him

for the pleasant air on my skin.
Other times I glare at him for doing

nothing but circulating hot air back
at me. He is a simple creature-

almost as simple as I.

Lingering Hunger

I wake but do not eat.
I let myself empty
as fully
as I can
before anything
is consumed.
The morning blazes
across the brown
grass. We both thirst
for incompatible
reasons. My tongue
assumes the quality
of sandpaper,
like the tongue
of a cat. I will rid
myself of thirst,
though, I will let
my hunger remain.

The pieces have been
scattered to the wind.

Is there anything left
for those who remain?

This Business

What I want to tell you is something
I wish I could speak into your ears
late at night as the stars get close
to saying goodbye.

I will have to settle for these words
to be read by your eyes, my voice
a shadow in your  mind.

What can the seasons tell us that
we do not already know?

At My Departure

When it is my time
to go,
please let me go
gently.