August 1st, 2013 § Poem #200 § § permalink
Is it so silly to live
as if insanity truly will take over
and the end will be here within the next few months?
Scoff at the paranoia
but carpe diem means
Seize The Day
means
Live every day as your last!
Words that feel good only to say?
Is not character who I am when no one is looking?
I preach the paths I walk on
so, why am I the one having to explain
why every moment of every day are
each in and among themselves
oceans of time to bathe in?
Whether I would like to climb a mountain
or hold you warm late at night
I will do so
knowing that moment will be gone forever
Ain’t nothing wrong with making the most
out of this life of mine
af
July 31st, 2013 § Poem #199 § § permalink
the chaos begins…
flash bombs hurtling through the skies
smashing the silence of a peaceful nation;
and the mind controlled revolutionaries,
both for the protection of peace
the continuity of society
the lust within the gardens we hide within
that is the boiled oil about to splash on this fire,
as soon as one mistake happens,
and it will only take one mistake,
the redefining of a nation
by these kids
for once
strong enough
willing enough
determined enough
to not live in a father-knows-best hyperbole
will succeed
as they are determined to take,
however they will
(and make no mistake, they will),
enough room that the freedom
of one individual needs
as one individual deserves
as we
ALL
deserve.
Stand with common sense
resist violence
watch the monster devour itself
and stand ready to,
in unison,
kick over the falling house of cards
and be free
af
(written on computer)
July 30th, 2013 § Poem #198 § § permalink
Everyone else is crazy
working too late
relaxing two days
adding people
still talking about the be good list
although the be bad list has its perks;
Golddiggers wearing the pants
cracking the whip
out of touch and heartbroken
overwhelmed, seeking revenge so someone will listen
But we are awesome
Although forthright honesty is ruining the surprise
we became great friends,
a three year’s difference creeping insignificantly
past young spirits;
Patiently waiting to see what music you wake to,
like a stripper asking for dollars.
Dare to be insane
with me
It is much more exciting being the outcast
looking in on the dollhouse
living on the edge, officially saved
reading too far into the dream
and skipping around the world with you
Now
life happens
right now
speechless
heart is racing
a cup of coffee
then sweetest dreams
af
(written with pen on paper after an amazing date)
July 29th, 2013 § Poem #197 § § permalink
Don’t force it
On days when
I have so much to say
so much I am feeling
with no words coming out
peace and quiet
that is all I think…
Don’t force it
…a patience I am not accustomed to
but a truth to have faith in
af
(written in little notebook)
July 28th, 2013 § Poem #196 § § permalink
How will I hear myself scream
if I keep burying myself in the dirt of
what I have believed my life has become
I wish so hard at times
that I had another moment with my memories
so as to replace the anguish of the past
and the horrible decisions
choices
that have created this tainted perspective
and have licked away my briny tears
I feel like I always hear someone screaming at the door
banging away
but every time I answer
it seems to be emptiness
When reality feels so real
it does not exist
but when my wandering mind gets lost
in the salt lakes of contagious fantasy
it has taste, smell
I have a day and a moment in my life now
for the mistakes I have made in the past
for every mistake
ticking out loud
the metronome of the sickle’s heat
the water always seemingly getting closer
the sky lower
the pain deeper
We are bred to chase the past
delaminating that melody that heals the ache
that wants rather than believes
How will I ever hear anything
if this breathe I hold dries like cement in my veins
and hardens my bones as much as it has my will?
af
(written with pen on paper)
July 27th, 2013 § Poem #195 § § permalink
we are meant to inspire each other
because the secret is not to
make sense of it all
and understand
why
nothing makes sense,
the secret is to know
that life just happens
with no agenda, no spite
no destined path towards good or bad
our life occurs
as nature does
as everything else living does
it is our mind that is obsessed
with finding logic or reason
when all we should be doing
is to follow the omens,
the Jimminy Crickets
feel, don’t listen
and just exist…
smile…
it really is not all that serious
af
(written in little notebook for Connie)
July 26th, 2013 § Poem #194 § § permalink
The perfect day
The vibe of building confidence
consciously
Seeing impossible shapes
fit into slots that do not match
The joy of success shared by everyone
by everything going right
when nothing was supposed to
af
(written in little notebook after a perfect fucking day!)