Just in a quiet and tired mood tonight. Gnite all.
Just in a quiet and tired mood tonight. Gnite all.
The desires of humanity
Is to fly high among the eagles
To be gentles as doves
And to live with
The peace of Tibetan monks
But what is often misunderstood
Is how we must fight
To be free
And battle like lions
And to live in the dirt
Like serpents
And how it takes the sacrifice
Of one dream
To live another
As we often find ourselves
Lost in the darkness of night
Rather than flying high
In the sun-filled ocean
Like the eagles and the doves
The night is warm
Make me sweat
The fan is not helping
Make me uncomfortable
Yet the moment feels right
I want to feel your body tonight
As the candle provides the light
And trace the shadows on your skin
We need to be together
I love it when our lips meet
Dancing in slow motion
Releasing passion and fire
As the world spins out of control
Because the night is warm
Burning water
Dripped onto the floor
As the coffee pot was turned on
Too soon
And the blood flowing
From my once romantic heart
Turned to stone
And crashed into the floor
Because once I said the words
I love you
Too soon
I cleaned off my desk. Later tonight I will read some @tiredfoxes poetry while drinking rum and coke.
When the words within
Cause a poet to refrain
Perhaps the reason
Lies not in fear or boredom
But in the internal craving
For atoms to collide
In paradoxical representations
Of eternal hunger
For existential romance
Which consumes minuscule fibers
That bind thought, action, and word
Into one awe-inspiring galaxy
Filled with the longing beauty
Of touch, sight, and taste
Therefore, the silence merely fuels
The need for spontaneous combustion
They’ve taken everything
Those winged creatures
Feasting with joy
Upon the vanity
Of my weakened
Human nature
Those damn crows
With each passing day, my desire to travel the world grows. For nothing can compare to the feeling one gets when wandering in another country, meeting new friends, and experiencing what most people merely dream of. Soon, my friends, I will be traveling.
Silence permeates
The deepest part of me
As again I find myself
Struggling to simply be
In a world of structure
Neither do I belong
Not caged behind bars
But I need to be free
To write, to live, to explore
Not to be faced continually
By the slamming of doors
And the destruction of dreams
Yet I am merely an enigma
A Rubix cube of ideals
Lost in a darkened galaxy
At night
When the cicadas
Come out
To sing and mate
I lay in bed
Weary from the day
Knowing I have much to do
But all I can think about
Is how much I want
To be laying next to you
So that we can listen
To the sounds of the night
Crickets, cicadas, and frogs
Until we fall asleep
In peaceful delight
What makes him so dangerous?
What makes him so special?
People follow him
At the risk of losing their lives
They run in formation
With a swarm of bees
But they don’t see
Death
I look at her
And her blue eyes
I can almost taste her lips
Before I even try
And I want to help her
I want to rescue her
From this
Phenomenal chaotic
Structure of life
And so I participate
And I run with the bees
And I throw up
After being so tired
And I get in a fight
And that is ok
Because she is worth it
Even if I know in the end
We both are going to die
So, I recorded this in my voice recorder at 3:43 a.m. after having a crazy dream of a cult-like tyrant, martial arts, bees, and a blue eyed beauty. Maybe I am Jason Bourne as some drunk lady in Ireland tried to tell me one night…which is a story in itself…ha!
I time traveled in my sleep
I stepped into a machine
And was transported
To a place
Where the world was spinning
Out of control
Dropping me into a whirlpool
Drowning me in a dark ocean
Of confusion
And then I awoke again
In a swimming pool
In another time
With people I didn’t know
And it didn’t make sense
Because it was just a dream
But maybe it revealed to me
The secret of time travel
There is a place
Where the country music
Induce foggy mornings
Rich with the aroma of bacon
And the sweet taste of maple syrup
Where the thick black coffee
Breaks through the darkness
Like a ray of sunlight
Illuminating dust particles
And the colors of your eyes
As you walk sleepily into the kitchen
Wearing the wrinkled t-shirt
That slept on the floor last night
And smile at me
Because we finally found
A place called home
My words these days
Are like a starless night
Covered by thick clouds
Or hidden by bright lights
As the city thrives
By energized rabid rabbits
My eyes see the way
People come and people go
And sometimes there are
Simply no words left to say
However I am a writer
And I must search
Above the clouds
And away from the city
In moments of solitude
Simply just to find
A few words to write
Seconds tick by slowly
Words form in my mind
Taking shape one more time
As my muse opens her sleepy eyes
And smiles at the sunlight
After a long restful night
Suddenly my hands begin to write