I'm West

I'm West

We don't talk anymore
as if the words we use have lost meaning
and the season for conversation
is past
We dance around the silence
the music in our heads filling the awkwardness
and setting rhythm to our feet
The very feet that allow us to walk away
We might try again some other day
but today
I'm heading west and you're heading east

Not sure what that was about. I'm watching last week's episode of Fringe at the moment. Maybe that's what this piece is about. I dunno. Peace out.

King Me

King Me

I spent the day chasing rainbows
looking for treasure where earth meets sky
horizon just beyond reach
I ran across the surface of my memory
afraid to wade in
the depths too dark for my liking
Yesterday - a mystery
just stored as chemicals in my cells
Looking for a girl to marry me
If I make it to the end of this game
please oh please king me

I really like this piece but for reasons only obvious to myself. Sometimes it's funny how we will look for things. Sometimes they are things that are real, like our car keys or something that we put somewhere out of the way so that we could find it easily later. Sometimes we are looking for more abstract things like happiness, the meaning of life or a sense of belonging. We chase rainbows, we chase our own tails, we chase our shadows. There's so much chasing going on... and a lot of the idioms sound like chasing anything is totally futile. What am I chasing today? Peace out.

Stars at Night

Stars at Night

I didn't think you could hurt me
but I was a fool
That's it
That's the end of this piece
I never rushed
or told myself stories
I never reminisced about yesterday's glories
and I blew out candles
lest they start fires
and rambled nonsense to the stars at night

I dunno. I guess I'm really tired. And this is nonsense. I'm well aware of it. Peace out.

Commercials

Commercials

I was surprised yesterday
It's been a while since I've seen beauty
My current world too dark to see
the light just barely enough to see the walls
that enclose me
But yesterday, I saw the sun
it was bright and warm
full of charm and laughter
and a scent of lemon
(or maybe I've seen too many commercials)

I don't know what I wanted to write about today. But now that I'm done writing, I think I know what I should have written about. I guess I can try to remember it for next time. Sometimes it's hard to notice beauty when you are in a pretty regular routine. Everything feels the same today and yesterday and they will be the same again tomorrow. It's in these situations where beauty can surprise us because we don't expect it and sometimes beauty feels like it can be so rare at times. I heard a song yesterday. I think it was red or maybe yellow. Peace out.

Own It

Own It

I saw it and I bought it
like an itch that needed to be scratched
I needed to own it
and never have to give it back

I walked by you today
with an urge to tap your shoulder
I wished that I had needed to
I wish that I was bolder

I wish I had something to say
and the courage to have told her

Today I was thinking about ownership. I've been buying books lately like they grew on trees and it was fall and they fell off and I could pick them up for free. It got me thinking about how many times you have to read a book to justify buying it. I know that I own a few books that I've never read and I own other books that I've read way too many times. Then it got me thinking of how many times you need to listen to a CD to justify buying it. I don't think it is a simple as "if you listened to it once" it was worth the money type thing. I dunno how many listens it takes to have "used" the music so that it was worth the purchase.

Sometimes I think we just like to own things. I go through phases where I want to own things and other phases where I don't really have that urge. Right now I want to own things and I wish I didn't but at the same time, I wished I owned more things. I'm complicated. Peace out.

Meatloaf

Meatloaf

Introducing the new to the old
awkward at best
there's no rest for the wicked
or the juggling man
everything up in the air
It all crashes down
the sound is heartbreaking
the ground is shaking
and the meatloaf is dry

Sometimes I feel like I'm really juggling a lot but I don't think I've got that much on my plate in reality. Maybe if I spent less time thinking or remembering, I wouldn't feel so busy... my time so occupied.

I wish this poem was about you. Maybe it is. Peace out.

Kings

Kings

Is there a more wonderful thing
than to wake up married to a king?
The tea times in the royal courtyard
surrounded by your personal guard

Kings... who needs them? I think it would be weird to have a king. It won't be long until we have a reigning king. Craziness. Would they change all our currency right away? Peace out.

The Wind

The Wind

The winds picked up tonight
and blew away my dreams
the reams of paper
scattered to the winds
I sing to pass the time
powerless to stop it

How do you stop the wind?
it's power so deceiving
How do you stay true?
as the wind weathers your skin

I smelt a smile lingering in the wind
floating by and easily missed
a scent of a kiss
and chocolate chip cookies

Random... I know. I'm reading The Name of the Wind again. I've read it before and I think I've talked about it before as well. I'm reading it now in eBook form. I miss reading my books. I love my books and rereading them. There's something so comforting about reading a familiar book. People say that all the time. They recount tales about how they've read this one book or this one series so many times that they can't count. One day I want to read my favourite books... and that's the end of my thought. Is there a way I can do that for a living? Peace out.

Blink of an Eye

Blink of an Eye

Sometimes I wonder if I'd made a mistake
as the pressures of the world squeeze my chest
and upsets my stomach
I rummage through the thoughts I've collected
on pages scribbled in haste with blue pen
before the fleeting thought could get lost

I didn't write about you though
as if leaving you out would protect my future heart
If I had written my thoughts of you from the very start
(the likes of which could fill up pages)
maybe it would make you harder to forget
or remind me years later of the mountains of regret
But for a blink of an eye
a fleeting moment in time
I was yours and you were mine

I think I've spent the most time on this piece of all the pieces I've written lately. It just didn't seem to want to be written and I've taken a little extra care to be cryptic. It's interesting what we do with our feelings. Sometimes we bottle them up and hide them somewhere deep inside so that even you forget where you've hidden them... and other times you let them out and they have you sobbing in front of strangers. Oh what a night. Peace out.

The Next Best Thing

The Next Best Thing

I failed
and pale in comparison
to all the greats
the ones with dates
and holidays
I tried
but never got the knack
I try to add
but then have to subtract
and lessen my dream
settling for the next best thing

Today I read that poets are just failed singers. I think there's something interesting in that thought. People who write and sing definitely have a lot of talent. I wish I was a singer/songwriter. Previously I read that photographers are just failed artists. I think there's something interesting in that thought. There's one level of capturing the world with a camera, and then there's the next step of spitting the image out through the filter of your mind and eye, your imagination, your experiences. I wish I was an artist creating things of beauty. Peace out.