...music
and making visions come to life
and the art I sense everywhere around me
...the sky
...the trees
...animals
and I love
nighttime
and daytime
and the seasons
and how they remind me of how change is good
...and mandatory
...and difficult
and I love
my family
and my friends
and the anticipation of meeting new family
and new friends
that give me just a little bit more to fall back on
and I love
music
and music
and music
and Jesus
[though he loves me more]
and I love the things that movies do to my heart
...that moving pictures can change my mind
and I love
my places of refuge
...in my bed
...on that hill
...amid those boulders
...between these trees
...along my river
[where I'm only me and nothing else]
my love continues
to the suffering
[even when I don't feel like I'm helping]
and to the lost
and the lonely
and the frightened
I love my imperfection
and my confusion
and my weariness
and my life
and my loneliness
and my pain
and my fear
and my body
[that was made for me]
I love, also,
to praise
and to whisper to myself
and to feel stupid when I pretend to know so much
and to see my goals play out
[and to watch some dissolve into nothing]
I love
poems that resemble skylines
I love....
[and that's why I'm here.]
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Aimless
I steer with one hand
tapping gently along
with the steady rhythm
of the stereo
Heavy heads rest
on cool glass
as the night shows us
time is trivial
All things, they pass away
into the night
It's funny how all the friends that surround
are calling back to us
When we are back
we won't be weary
The food that we pack
will not fade out very soon
That's the theory
If we make a circle from the sky
It won't mean the string is tied too tight
Steady my hands, troubled by the faithful sun
that chases us
Quiet demands, tossed from the moon man
so envious
View not the burning fuel
as squandered funds,
Not as the ruin of nature, our home,
our home
This is the chance
life has been planning
to lose for us
It relies on our plans
and our presumptions
to destroy us
tapping gently along
with the steady rhythm
of the stereo
Heavy heads rest
on cool glass
as the night shows us
time is trivial
All things, they pass away
into the night
It's funny how all the friends that surround
are calling back to us
When we are back
we won't be weary
The food that we pack
will not fade out very soon
That's the theory
If we make a circle from the sky
It won't mean the string is tied too tight
Steady my hands, troubled by the faithful sun
that chases us
Quiet demands, tossed from the moon man
so envious
View not the burning fuel
as squandered funds,
Not as the ruin of nature, our home,
our home
This is the chance
life has been planning
to lose for us
It relies on our plans
and our presumptions
to destroy us
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