He knew
what He gave to you
He knew you'd pick and choose
not know
and also know
what you'd do
He knew
you would soar
or spiral down
your mind would shake
shatter wound
around in out over
wake up
get the best and worst of you
He knew
your heart would love hate yearn bleed
your body would want take need
free will
would mean pain and glory
He knew
you'd have to tell your story
you'd say ask ponder
wanting hoping wishing
to feel alive purposeful
a being
bashful shameful
boastful wonderful
embrace your gifts
exploit them too
giving caring dying
for others to think
act and do
like you
be with you
want need you
the figment the real
the complete deal
love yourself first
the curse
the courage
He knew
to know the whole
is to grapple the good and bad
let it torment your soul
fill your veins
with all the stains
from early past
to present thought
because He knew
it would be Him
you sought
faith
would carry you
He knew
Friday, April 23, 2010
Sunday, April 11, 2010
no way sunday
i cannot write every day
to my dismay
but it's okay, i guess
not like the rest
who do
boo hoo
but no
it's what comes
and then i give
there's no race
or test at the end
i wish i could finish number ten
in the short story collection
so i can hit send
you know i thought of this rant
in my sleep, and tossed and turned
and said i can't
do this
it's torture
but what i live for
dinner with friends
at a peruvian restaurant
last night, so good
it should
always be a moment
like that
but this moment
i must write
ok but after toast
and cappuccino
i know
i will
and also call my mom
to say hello
it's almost noon
and again she'll ask how soon
before i'm on the island
it's countdown
much to do
so let me clear my head
and make my bed
and eat and walk
and call and write
and stop slouching
sit up tall
and write and edit
before i hit a wall
and the tv calls me
to break
oh for pete's sake
gotta go
to my dismay
but it's okay, i guess
not like the rest
who do
boo hoo
but no
it's what comes
and then i give
there's no race
or test at the end
i wish i could finish number ten
in the short story collection
so i can hit send
you know i thought of this rant
in my sleep, and tossed and turned
and said i can't
do this
it's torture
but what i live for
dinner with friends
at a peruvian restaurant
last night, so good
it should
always be a moment
like that
but this moment
i must write
ok but after toast
and cappuccino
i know
i will
and also call my mom
to say hello
it's almost noon
and again she'll ask how soon
before i'm on the island
it's countdown
much to do
so let me clear my head
and make my bed
and eat and walk
and call and write
and stop slouching
sit up tall
and write and edit
before i hit a wall
and the tv calls me
to break
oh for pete's sake
gotta go
Thursday, April 1, 2010
he says she says they ask why
As the sun
puts me to sleep
he says
every night
I ask myself
she says
why can’t I find
my soul mate
he asks
every morning
as I rise
she says
I turn and find
no one there
he says
to kiss in
the new day
she says
it is getting harder
to go on
he says
with a soul
and no mate
she says
but still
I continue to seek
he says
and as the sun
puts me to sleep
she says
every night
I ask myself
why
they ask
why
puts me to sleep
he says
every night
I ask myself
she says
why can’t I find
my soul mate
he asks
every morning
as I rise
she says
I turn and find
no one there
he says
to kiss in
the new day
she says
it is getting harder
to go on
he says
with a soul
and no mate
she says
but still
I continue to seek
he says
and as the sun
puts me to sleep
she says
every night
I ask myself
why
they ask
why
Friday, March 26, 2010
i wanna i wanna
i wanna dance naked through your thoughts
i wanna lay like chocolate mint on your pillow
i wanna smile through your mind's eye
i wanna be the sweet wine dribble on your lips
i wanna shiver at the sight of you
i wanna be the sounds you close your eyes to
i wanna run as fast as i can
and slow around your heart and head
and back again
i wanna be in your every dream scene
i wanna escape into your touch
i wanna i wanna
i'm delusional thinking you want me too
i don't care
it's want i wanna
let me be
i float
inside my teardrop
slowly falling from my face
ahh sweet disposition
i wanna lay like chocolate mint on your pillow
i wanna smile through your mind's eye
i wanna be the sweet wine dribble on your lips
i wanna shiver at the sight of you
i wanna be the sounds you close your eyes to
i wanna run as fast as i can
and slow around your heart and head
and back again
i wanna be in your every dream scene
i wanna escape into your touch
i wanna i wanna
i'm delusional thinking you want me too
i don't care
it's want i wanna
let me be
i float
inside my teardrop
slowly falling from my face
ahh sweet disposition
Monday, March 22, 2010
saturday brings me to monday
saturday was great
hung out with a mate
spanish ballad karaoke
sunday was a rest
college basketball
healthcare passes
it’s rainy today
can’t play
spied a luscious look on the train
she wore black knee-high leather socks
wow that rocks
hung out with a mate
spanish ballad karaoke
sunday was a rest
college basketball
healthcare passes
it’s rainy today
can’t play
spied a luscious look on the train
she wore black knee-high leather socks
wow that rocks
Friday, March 19, 2010
Time for Toes
In the East
The season’s almost here
Very near
It’s time for toes
The line’s already down the block
At Mrs. Bowes
To get a Pedi
I eat my chicken sandwich
On the corner
Like a loiter
But don't care no matter
I wanna
See ladies coming out the shop
I gotta thing for feet and toes
And nobody knows
It's a secret
And I'm tryin’ to keep it
So I can't stay out long
I gotta go do my homework
In history we’re studying Asia
This week it’s Hong Kong
But I wanna study toes
So I stand in front of Mrs. Bowes
Salon hoping they'd pose
For me while I take a picture
With my eyes and mind
It’s time
Time for toes
The season’s almost here
Very near
It’s time for toes
The line’s already down the block
At Mrs. Bowes
To get a Pedi
I eat my chicken sandwich
On the corner
Like a loiter
But don't care no matter
I wanna
See ladies coming out the shop
I gotta thing for feet and toes
And nobody knows
It's a secret
And I'm tryin’ to keep it
So I can't stay out long
I gotta go do my homework
In history we’re studying Asia
This week it’s Hong Kong
But I wanna study toes
So I stand in front of Mrs. Bowes
Salon hoping they'd pose
For me while I take a picture
With my eyes and mind
It’s time
Time for toes
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
A Dance
_________FLOWER______LIQUID__________
________rose______________water________
_______pink________________clear________
______silk__________________rippling______
___as smooth as____________tall drink of____
soft and delicate_____________calm and wet__
_long-stemmed_____________free flowing____
____________ROSE LEANS TO_____________
_________________WATER________________
________________WATER_________________
_______________FEEDS___________________
_______________ROSE____________________
_______________ROSE____________________
_____________BLOSSOMS_________________
_____________BLOSSOMS_________________
_______________FALL_____________________
______________GENTLY___________________
____________ON RIPPLES__________________
________rose______________water________
_______pink________________clear________
______silk__________________rippling______
___as smooth as____________tall drink of____
soft and delicate_____________calm and wet__
_long-stemmed_____________free flowing____
____________ROSE LEANS TO_____________
_________________WATER________________
________________WATER_________________
_______________FEEDS___________________
_______________ROSE____________________
_______________ROSE____________________
_____________BLOSSOMS_________________
_____________BLOSSOMS_________________
_______________FALL_____________________
______________GENTLY___________________
____________ON RIPPLES__________________
Monday, March 15, 2010
ugh! train
annoying rider
being who you are
and how you live as yourself
you think you’re a star
you sit next to me on the train
you stumble, hit me with your cane
and your little bag too
you sit and knock me again
i mention a cane but it’s plain
to see you’re not old or frail
never a look or a word or an expression
of pardon or excuse me from you
i say nothing
you pull out your book to read
and the pages brush my leg
you click your pen on and off again and again
click on click off click on click off click on click off click
you’re a dick
i look over but you don't notice
or realize you’re a bother
you begin to read aloud
what?!
okay you stop after two sentences
whew!
you move your elbow and hit me again
it's a big enough space for you to fit, man
it's not like you’re home at your kitchen table
so you have to make do
we all do
i already squeezed over as much as i could
and distracted by you more than you knew
oh good
you’re getting off at the next stop
but not without another bip bop
ugh!
being who you are
and how you live as yourself
you think you’re a star
you sit next to me on the train
you stumble, hit me with your cane
and your little bag too
you sit and knock me again
i mention a cane but it’s plain
to see you’re not old or frail
never a look or a word or an expression
of pardon or excuse me from you
i say nothing
you pull out your book to read
and the pages brush my leg
you click your pen on and off again and again
click on click off click on click off click on click off click
you’re a dick
i look over but you don't notice
or realize you’re a bother
you begin to read aloud
what?!
okay you stop after two sentences
whew!
you move your elbow and hit me again
it's a big enough space for you to fit, man
it's not like you’re home at your kitchen table
so you have to make do
we all do
i already squeezed over as much as i could
and distracted by you more than you knew
oh good
you’re getting off at the next stop
but not without another bip bop
ugh!
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