An Overwhelmed Beauty.

An overwhelmed beauty,
looking for reason in
life's ocean's overpowering
waves.

A head straight on its
shoulders, forcefully
tilted.

But yet, it maintains
its beauty, its understanding.

Needs help against
the eternal waves it
encounters.
And it has me.

Tomorrow's Dreams.

And so,
a very exhausted mechanical beast,
tracks still in place in the mind,
releases its stale steam into the air.
Wheels screech into place,
cemented infinitely,
until a Natural Conductor allows more forward motion,
Tomorrow.

The Psyche's Trick.

Pt. 1

Pain, so rich and mentally maiming,
reaching a point of comedic value.
No longer recognizing the boiling rage,
a face undergoes a true metamorphosis to embody
a lie;
A psychological trick.
And then –
Calm.

Pt. 2

But still,
memories,
knowing,
and pain.

Nothing.

Such daily nothingness
Should be reached for,
Dreamed for,
Desired.

Instead rejected
Set aside for hurt,
misery,
yet thought.

Birds.

A final;
Twilight tries to display God’s hope,
and is distracted by the Birds’ incessant chatter
directly into the nature-encompassing ears.

Noise or beauty, misunderstood.
But for truth, these ears and birds must exist.
For it is Birds that I crave.

Existential Ranking.

A last,
gasping breath over a
flood of false truth.

Success waits to step from
fog-coated shadows in the mind.
Belittlement of existential ranking
is a self-imposed handicap on freedom.
Time will aide success.

Prevention of falsity,
be a yellowing moon over the dark forests,
forgetting society.

But the next surge comes,
doubt and overpowering fear.
And the last,
gasping,
breath –

A Vapor Trails (Soundwork of A Comet Appears by The Shins)

Move past
worlds preserved in glass,
With an unsurpassed knowing.

Darkness descends,
without a dare,
Donning a cloak, creeps into light.
Carves you into modern thought
And it's showing.

Will you accept this fate's invitation?
A whittler’s battle fought,
a kettle providing its steam.
And still, life's there.
But can you hold onto
the cemented failure’s jagged edges?
Or will that fall as well?

Childhood's games
all in a book's lies.
Clarity lost in a glance at a comet,
loneliness is embodied.
Grief grows through God's allowance,
And I let go.

An Übermensch's ubiquity
exists only in lore,
and my sins' sincerity
crashes down every facet of pain.
Now scarred by punishment
and memories of
a golden time.

Lies can rule,
or truth can reign.
Yet the patter of my time
matters not in history’s
amnesiac records.

Dust’s mark left,
more than my vapor’s trails
can dream to.

"And still to come,
The worst part and you know it,
There is a numbness,
In your heart and it's growing"

Suspension Over Darkness.

Expectations fade into half-finished dreams
R.E.M's joke on God.
Heavy piano notes drift through Man's fog.
Ink's seeping into nature,
And I am impure.

Exile.

Twilight's intricacies,
interrupted.
Bruised existence pushed into solitude,
Dried, crusted wax of a candle proving darkness.

Continuous grasps at hypothetical light;
Sent tumbling forward, failed.
A bleeding soul is twisted and robbed,
Left grey and limping.

Moist air in a cavern recess provides prison,
Exile from the universe's utopia of life.

Until, (A narrative poem)

They said I’d embody honor.
I was taught that life couldn’t be lived better.
A king’s knight, what could surpass such a position?
I was sold.
I trained, I fought, and I won.
I was the leader, the front man, the one who mattered most.
Life made so much sense. It was ME who defined what was.
Lives depended on me, and I responded.
I fought, I bled, I lived.
Until,

They said it’d help you straighten your mind.
I didn’t know better, life didn’t matter.
What’s heroin? What’s cocaine? What’s peyote?
I was sold.
Led my life into despair, dust clung to dust on my skin.
Yellowed, like a cigarette butt, my life wasn’t even life.
Life was whatever it was. I didn’t care, just needed to be gone.
I depended on no one; especially not myself. I was fragile.
I shot up, pushed myself into nonexistence, but lived.
Until,

They didn’t say anything.
I was taught by life.
An accountant, a lawyer, a fast food cook, and tens of others.
I had no choice.
I drifted. I sometimes loved. I was.
Got a family, and took care of them. Continued my life of blank stares.
I depended only on air, water, and land.
I moved, cared, tried, and lived.
Until,

You don’t think of it,
But life ends.
So I grasp, and breath, and try.
A battle gone wrong,
A shady dealer with a shadier drug,
A failing heart,
But no regrets, and no looking back.
A life lived. Lives lived,
Lives fulfilled,

And so they end,
Colors fade, lights epitomized in a tunnel of white,
The end.

Escape to Space. (M)

Back-flips through atmospheres.
An escape to space, and then transformation to nature.
Drum vibrations spring through existence.
Tunnels prove to be your road, and then,
Stop.

A block in the road; eventual release.
Aspiring freedom jumps, and is free.

Accept True Life. (an epistle)

So -

How long has it been? Since high school? Maybe only last month. Yesterday?
I haven't really been around, so I'm not too sure. How are you?
Where have I been?

When I was in Upstate New York, I drove through reddening autumn leaves,
I passed into the horizon, right into that crimson sun with the illuminated, golden and bleeding clouds.
I was there.

And you?
How's Martha? Still play violin? Dentistry must be making you a fortune.
Are you free, though? Are you?

When I was in North Dakota, I walked sixteen miles through bare land, shoes over my shoulder.
Pure, rich soil filtered through my toes, and I felt the world. Perfection of the soul.
I was there.

Do you still write? You know I loved your writing.
You could always pick the right words to describe your thoughts. A genius.
Do you still think?

When I was in Mexico, culture flooded me as if I were a levee. Drowning can be just what you need.
Thousands of years of humanity and nature were exposed to me. I accepted.
I was there.

I'm still everywhere. Still learning and being and writing.
Come join me. Be who you used to be.
Live.

- D.

There It All Is.

History doesn't forget,
Nor does that endless time.
Mankind can always forget,
Eternal turning of the cheek.

But remember peripherals,
Always something in sight,
Closed eyes mean nothing,
They mean nothing at all.

But open, really open.
Accept diagonals and all.
Flips and turns are everywhere
But move straight.

And the road will still curve
Despite efforts, despite all.
But turn your open eyes around
There it all is.

A point, A stare.

Radiations occur with detail
Boxes stack, life is there.
Stairs lead to colored glass

Follow arrows, but question their direction.
See maps and wonder by whom it was made
A flag may mean; it may not.
And drapes cover not everything,

Follow stares, see direction.
To point is to define.
And an eyebrow raised tells a tale.
Stairs can lead to drapes on everything.

A perspective is key
Drapes might not be draped
But a stare is still crucial
And a point will always help.

Or closed eyes?
A loss of perspective, loss of understanding.
Goodbye stairs.
Goodbye.

Forever Distance.

Bending bands of existence
And mountains of forever
But the valleys underneath
They stretch short.

And think about existence
And the useless of forever
The valleys are where you run
Distance is what you need.

You'll never travel through existence
And forever doesn't effect you.
But many miles pass through valleys
Your life is the distance you need.

So worry not about existence
Fuck forever, fuck it all
Carefully progress valleys, but continue on
Forever distance.

Ambient Intimacies.

Ambient intimacies
Ghosts in familiarities.
You never know, though.
You never will.

Understand and understate.
Pile dirt on diamonds,
But not for real.
Never believe that.

Bricks pile for walls,
Chords shape worlds
Broken static for beauty
And any ending you want.

Wants and needs form days
And days form lives
And judgments make seconds
And there you have ambient intimacies.

Winter Air.

A beggar in the street,
Old man in a ship,
And you and I,
All have more to come.

Life can end now,
It could all disappear in a flash
And it could stretch on endlessly
But there's so much more to come.

For the fish down the stream
And a fiddle in a barn
And echoes in a cave,
There's infinitely more to come.

A stone in the river,
A tree no one can hear,
Wind in an empty field,
And winter air.

History can die, it can live,
Thoughts lose their way
But there'll always be more
to come.

Build on Roots (JBC)

A hypocrite's stand
Is one from a height
It's easy up there.

Nonsense rooted
Deep in the ground.
But you'll never be able
To pull them out.

Go ahead, try,
Try as you may.
It'll never work,
You'll never be right.

So moving past that,
Work from a different angle.
Look through new eyes.
Think a little.

Don't allow this
To reach your mind and blood
Instead build on it.
And you'll always win.

Clocks Lie

Time.
Passage of events from one point to another.
This passage doesn't have to be.
Clocks lie.

Grass can sit still.
The sky can move.
Leaves can fly.
My mind can fly.

Stop the idiotism.
Stop this passage of time.
Stop the lies.

Start again.
Start without pain.
Start without gas.
Start without you.
Start without clocks.

You'll need lights.
And dark for sometimes,
So save some science for that.
Get rid of the rest.

I know you like examples,
Try going outside and sitting.
Sit and think.
Don't bring a watch.

Watch the grass sit still.
Watch the sky move.
Watch leaves fly.
Let your mind fly.

And then you'll see.
How the world should be.
How life should be.
Without clocks.

Bare Thoughts.

A careful balance
All's good on both sides
Warm and cool
By nature's laws abides

A seat in the shade
Wind through the spot
Life as it should be
Couldn't be held together by a knot

A breath, a thought
Let it in you,
Understand it
But you don't really have to

Perfection in nature
Imperfection in the world
But I sit here and smile

Behind a tree, a forest
Behind a wave, a sea
A rustle is a sound
And colors run around me

Bare feet on grass
Bare thoughts in the sky
This moment stretches on
But be ready to say goodbye

Nothing like this last forever
But still the breeze, still the air
Time ends, balance tipped
At least I saw it happen, so I leave without a care

Perfection in nature
Imperfection in the world
But I sit here and smile

Smaller Than An Ant

What if we're wrong?
If we aren't supposed to be here?
If the world isn't ours?
If we're just really lucky?

We might just be privileged.
Might just be given a taste.
Might have to accept that.
Might be repercussions to our actions.

We may actually have made mistakes.
We may be smaller than an ant.
We may dumber than that bird.
We may not be God.

We can't do everything.
Can't solve everything.
Can't balance all.
Can't be nature.

We can do some things though!
Kill with a full stomach!
Poison water for everyone!
Destroy!

See What You Didn't Make.

It doesn't matter who I am.
It doesn't really matter what I do.
This'll all flow.
This'll all continue.

Peace in hustle.
Action in rest.
It'll stay that way,
It doesn't care where you build your nest.

Cement steps lead to a door
They'll be there if you're not.
They'll be there if you are.
That's what I was taught.

So don't make it difficult;
Just stop this ridiculous fight.
What has to happen will
You have to know I'm right.

Want proof? Want the truth?
Look around the outside.
See what's happening.
See what you didn't make.

Keep your dirty hands away,
Things will turn out right.
But even if you go to make this harder
It still might.