I run out of dimes
to purchase words
to rhyme
and so still flows
the time
that I can hear
fearless cries going
faint, gliding in the
air, like a ghost of
distant past
and the moment’s truth
that is never going
to last
and I end up
sitting, on the surface
just a stone’s throw away
from an empty
hallway, where red lights blaze
and the eyeballs glaze
over the lit up moments
that got away
from my reach
as I turn into
the person, I never
wanted to be.
Music
high and low.
five words that’s all you said
followed by five more
but never ever
you picked up your phone
and followed five more words
but nothing more
followed by five more
but never ever
you picked up your phone
and followed five more words
but nothing more
and now it’s late
in the dark
and the moon is nowhere
where it should be tonight
the black is taking over
the light
of your eyes
so darling
let’s not run away
to where we can’t make roads
you stay where you at
and i’ll be gone
soon as i get a little low.
little bit of some things.
You get kicked in the heart by someone who’s aware of it or not, and you get sent alone into a room, and if you have a little bit of intellect, a little bit of talent and a lot of loneliness, you’ll probably make it.
– John Mayer
Tennessee nights
tipsy hair, swaying
with the breeze
sound of her
smile, dancing
to the tease
faded denims, feet
in heaven
her, the stars
and old number 7.
How we do with our eyes closed
the familiar jazz
of lips, and hands
held tight. we sway
through this theme as
the stolen light
of this night.
falling apart like
sky, do not apologize
for change, you are
nature without
curtains.
in the face of naked
you hide your pieces
but your truth is
softer when we
winter.
like every line we
color, we can hear
each other’s song
and hold, the way
fingers grip a match
till it gasps into the dark
and they can hold the
flame
no long.
if you’re going to try.
“If you’re going to try, go all the way.
Otherwise, don’t even start.
This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days.
It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery–isolation.
Isolation is the gift.
All the others are a test of your endurance, of how much you really want to do it. And, you’ll do it, despite rejection and the worst odds.
And it will be better than anything else you can imagine.
If you’re going to try, go all the way.
There is no other feeling like that.
You will be alone with the gods, and the nights will flame with fire.
You will ride life straight to perfect laughter.
It’s the only good fight there is.”
— Charles Bukowski
The reason
You and I,
We
are here for a
reason.
You, for yours.
I, for mine.
We, for ours.
Thanks for showing up.
Sweater weather
the bluebonnets tells me
this is when i win
your smile can
make me fly.
sadly it’s nothing new
i’ve in past seen these views
it’s possible, you’ve just
got me high.
and your eyes
say more than our
names spelled together,
your breath’s warmer
than our bedroom sport we play
in sweater weather.
i love the way
you sing your song at night
your music and
your voice
are kisses from inside
I guess that’s what
I need, and
that’s what you
hide.
Coffee and rain
the smell of coffee and rain,
takes me back
it’s all white and black,
to the times simpler and sane.
i’ll be the last one leavin’,
before you close the door
& can’t scream no more,
i’ll lick your inside,
slowly sippin’,
like my hot black coffee
on a gray rainy evenin’.
Speck of dirt
who are we?
but a speck of dirt
in this universe.
believe me when
i tell you this.
breathing in the secrets
of galaxies and daydreams,
your eyes
resemble the constellations
lighting up the space.
but tonight,
you look a little
more beautiful than ever.
i don’t know
why.
aren’t we all
but a speck of dirt
in this universe?
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