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

Scattered Thoughts All Gathered Together (evening - 6/4/16)

Interpretations of Reality

Create the world you wish through selective perception

Change and Realignment

Consciousness moving through an eternal present of possibility

Beauty as a sign of temporary attraction

What is everlasting?

The Business of Life & Loss

How to Move On Without Ever Letting Go

How quickly we move from disappointment to acceptance.

These late nights move through us
as we move through them

Memories of distant possibilities are nothing more
than snow melting in the noon time sun.

Better to let some memories gather dust.

we were done and
that was it
and that was that

My back is nothing more than
bone and flesh
and can be broken
far more easily
than I care to admit

What is fit to be buried and what
is fit to be kept?

Desire and Reason rarely have anything in common.

I need some silence to balance out all the noise in my life.

No reason to be awake
yet you cannot fall asleep
so you stay up until
the night takes you

One must look past mere physical beauty to find substance

Enraptured by her beauty
I became a slave to an ideal
that no one else could
ever hope to match

Can we ever find the beach that has no end?

When all you want to do is talk
and the night is late
and the glass is empty
but everyone else is gone
or asleep
so you sit alone
and hope the words
will find you

I would have loved you if
you ever gave me the chance

Only the dead are free.

Like the silence that stretches across the desert at midnight.

The restlessness of the soul.

Let the page feed your spirit.

We let each other go as gently
as a breathe being exhaled.

Broken Teeth and Bloody Tongues

The Overlap of Dreams

Sueno pero recuerdo
lo que tuve recordar

Shadows that exist only at night.

There was never anything to hold onto
but we clung to another
as though nothing could tear us apart

My broken bones
cannot be reset
I grow together
fractured and imperfect

The illusion of choice
The choice of illusion

These lonely nights of worry
Where are you right now
Don't worry
I'm just here trying to breathe