Unite Against the Enemy

Lives fades quicker than horizon light at sunset
Days and decades pass with increased momentum

Patriotic rhetoric is a useless means to endless power
States are nothing more than men and
men die completely and utterly

Our monuments are nothing more than stone
Eroding into sand

We have built a world on colossal hubris

Ignore the folly of a world so utterly bent
on having you sell away this one life

You are my sisters and brothers
Let us stand against those who seek to divide us

Night Bloom

Nights of endless wandering

Through lamplit boulevards

Cities blend into one another

Indistinct and uniform

I open my windows

Cool evening air

Tousles my hair

Heartbeat steadies

To the time of the ballad

Braking to a stop

Impatient heart

Heavy foot

Green sets me alight

Forward rush

Into midnight light

Deep breath

Exhale

Blood of the city

From my marrow

It comes

Flows through me

A creature

At home in this place

Sweet Moon

Kiss me as a lover 

8/29/16

11:22pm

Morning Drippings (Freewrite)

Nothing better than this
There is no place for inspiration other than the moment
The moment must be honored
Life must be lived observed and memorialized
Everything is in transit
No fixed points permanent
Permanence is a painful illusion if you are not ready to let it go
Have you ever watched a child grow up before you?
This is the course of life
Constant renewal
A sense that we are caught in a cycle
which knows no end
You are not lost
You are here
We are here together in this moment
And I will tell you
This is what your life has been leading up to
What we do now is up to us
Is this a message or a warning
This is what you make of it
I am free
I am caged by my own admission
I am ready to admit my flaws to free myself from them
Honey I have missed you
But we have let each other go
There are things which we can change
And there are things that we will not allow ourselves to
Remembering all the moments shared
How quickly summer will soon turn to fall
I have written my eulogy for myself
Take it Read it and the day you stand ready to deliver it
Rip it up and let the pieces of paper fall to the ground
If there is a casket and even if there is not
Say  This is what he wanted  Let's remember his life not his death
Somewhere in time I no longer exist
At another juncture I still live
I am no cat but I both exist and don't
Or this could be my simple misunderstanding
Driving over night
Sleeping in a van with several others
Placing faith in the driver
And each other that our lives would still be there
when we woke up

Unreliable Narrator

There isn't a story to tell
It's simple and boring
But I'll tell it if you want

I don't remember how we met
It seems as though we've always
known each other

How can memory be so unreliable
How can my narrative be so
skewed and filled with holes

I told you there isn't a story to tell
Just patchwork bits of words
edging together just close enough

to make a semblance of order
I've let so many days pass
And now another is upon me

There isn't a story to tell
You're here with me for now
Ready to listen if I'm ready to speak

Everything Worth Leaving

Nothing worth holding on to

Leave it behind

What

Everything

Everything

Morning is only as kind as we let it be.

Children are the endless renewal of hope.

Self-Belief

If you are trying to
Believe in something
Start with yourself
And build from there

Morning is Morning

This world causes me grief.
Does it do this to you as well?
We both know the answer.

Gray sunless morning
It is a new day nonetheless.

Roving

Blinded by the Sun
Dead and useless eyes
Rove within us

Is second sight possible
Is there an unseen world
Awaiting?

Towards Salvation

Save what can be saved
Save what will be lost
         everything will eventually be lost
Save yourself
Save those who cannot save themselves
Save us in time for salvation

To Forgive?

Must we forgive the unforgivable?

Should we forgive the unforgivable
within ourselves / within others?

Function & Purpose

I have accidentally been saving my thoughts
for moments like these

Don't ask me where this all came from
This is simply a function of my existence

Would you ask the River
why do you flow to the Ocean?

Strange Capacity

How strange is our capacity for love?
Love flows in seasons
Dries up in others
Love follows 
No command other than
To honor it's own existence

Answers

We know what the answers are 
to that we have been searching for
We only lack the strength 
to follow through on them

Invisible Cycles

It's comforting and disconcerting
to see certain patterns play out
in the lives of those around us.

Most of us will play along with
established notions of normalcy
and be content in their security.

I remember high school and
the friend's home we would all
go spend our time at between

school and band. Lovely parents.
It was a shock to see that home
dissolve into bitter divorce.

They married young. He was in
the service and she wanted to be
with him. So it was for many years.

In time one of their daughters
married a friend of mine right out
of high school. So it went.

Airforce. Deployment. 9/11.
Middle East. Stationed back home.
A home. A child. A divorce.

I see the pattern emerging once
more. I hope it turns out better
for these two young ones.

Have you heard of the wind
scattering seeds to the four corners
of the world?

Ride the wind. Close your eyes.
Weightlessness. We will come to rest
where we must.