My man

you’re sweet

a good-looking hipster

great smile and heart of gold

You are giving

and you have hope

convinced that your life is set

obsessed because your life is perfect

However,

she is human

and humans get bored with what’s right

humans secretly despise responsibility

humans have evolved too far

beyond boredom to insignificance

and

as I said

she is human

I am sure you are as good as a good guy gets

that you are her safe, comfortable fulfillment

but humans always want more

so keep shaking things up

and learn how to give just enough

If you choose not to, though,

then hold on to who you are

someone else will come along who will try

af

(written on pen & paper)

the waterfall streaming into

a steel basin

fire ignited

flames stretching in a circumference of deep blue fury

left alone to create a marriage

of extreme reactionary elements for the benefit of

healing what it may come to pass along the way

The tear releases the faith

that all things contained will sacrifice

as their destiny has so determined

Release, submerge

Sit in patience

as what was once alive

creating oxygen in an exotic land

now transgresses

to become a soldier of the bloodstream

of my life

af

(written on pen & paper)

the moon looked down tonight

noticed he was being obscured by

passing clouds

dimming his light

and smiled at me even more determined

there were many of us out there this evening

waiting near abandoned buildings

alone

looking to the sky for company

on this lonely Christmas Day

and the moon

frustrated in his own right

connected eyes with me

winked after I saw his smile

and convinced me that

I matter

in this enormous world

and he sighed,

this friend of friends

waiting,

as I am,

to be noticed

af

(written on pen & paper)

There is a stranger.

She works in a bookstore,

a dot in a city of

three million squared,

equal amounts in buildings.

She has a great smile

a demeanor so sweet

it makes a person dream of

a giant oak and a bagful of legends.

I approached her accidentally

and she sidestepped her duties

for me

to be a small part of a little girl’s dreams

to help a young eight-year-old lady

romanticize life for five hundred pages.

It is easy to get confounded and absorbed

by the numbers of the world,

but one,

right alongside one,

also creates a world

where the imagination transcends the impossible

and two separate, beautiful girls

can be one.

af

(written on pen & paper)

i am the ghost

the shadow

the angel

placing whispers in your ear

encouraging you

urging you

to be different

i lie in the back

in the corner

unknown

clear glass

delicately thin

careful to take only my

fair share of space

in order to

allow the world around me

to dance as well

i am the instigator

the antagonizer

the itch

the white noise of silence

but my intentions are pure

i create

i press you to create

therefore

i

we

am

are

creation

af

(written on pen & paper)

When the boy wakes that day

realizing that it is over

the naivety

that is when

the lines of purpose intersect

as he realizes

god is human

as human is likewise;

The curtains of conformity float open

and he is on that stage

watching those who watch

relishing in the irony of

them who dream and desire

af

(written on pen & paper)

Nine minutes

All the time I have left of this thought

in the New Year

One thought

through the stares

and whispers

this homeless soul

lost, mumbling and cursing

hating all of life

on a night meant for optimism and hope

Two minutes

I realize they lied to me

quicker than I previously thought

I did not believe in this night

I usually do not

but I try to

every year

I really try hard to believe

that it will all be positive from now on

Here’s the train…

We’ll see

af

(written on pen & paper)