You don't know if it's his life...
As he leaves the room early,
He is leaving the room so quickly...
You have a thought so casual
That it happens without direction.
Into the air it flies in tiny swirls, never landing...
A simple:
"We are not leaving yet."
Like a feather through the wind...
You don't know if it's her life...
You've seen her on campus,
And she scares you.
The thoughts are empty.
Again, pressed into the ground.
Nothing but a cold observation, left in your step...
A simple:
"Her face is hard."
You don't know if it's his life...
As he stands in line before you.
He curses all the things he mentions.
A small, the smallest opinion:
You stamp it on him.
And quit listening.
A simple:
"That was harsh."
But you don't know.
We just can't know.
If it's his life that could make you cry through the night.
If it's him you love and only his story you despise...
9.25.2010
9.20.2010
9.15.2010
Catch a poem by his toe. If he hollers, let him go.
I caught a poem today,
But I released him back
Now swirling in the nature of my head…
Adding to the fields
The nutrients they need:
To grow up into a thousand budding words,
Blades of glorious green.
I caught a poem today,
And I don’t know where he went.
But I hope he’s alive somewhere,
And his time is well spent.
I caught a poem,
He was a romantic little thing.
But I had to let him back into the wild.
Where he belongs, it seemed.
But I released him back
into the wild.Or his components turned to dust,
Now swirling in the nature of my head…
Adding to the fields
The nutrients they need:
To grow up into a thousand budding words,
Blades of glorious green.
I caught a poem today,
And I don’t know where he went.
But I hope he’s alive somewhere,
And his time is well spent.
I caught a poem,
He was a romantic little thing.
But I had to let him back into the wild.
Where he belongs, it seemed.
9.13.2010
The Devil's Dream
A Timeless Song
I can't remember the facts,
But I remember the feeling.
Cause the cuckoo's song doesn't just predict the summer,
She causes it.
I remember the summer,
And all that it meant,
The second she sings her tune,
You can't continue to forget...
The future has already come.
The years so real and so near,
She sings them in,
Tomorrow the past is what we'll feel.
All these moments melt together into one brief eternity,
Taking forever to come,
And just seconds to be.
I wait all the moments of my life,
And in fact some waiting moments brought me here.
And I can see the cuckoo waking up,
To say summer will shortly be here.
"Chirpy tweet chirp,"
I remember when I first heard those words.
Keep singing.
I can't remember the facts,
But I remember the feeling.
Cause the cuckoo's song doesn't just predict the summer,
She causes it.
I remember the summer,
And all that it meant,
The second she sings her tune,
You can't continue to forget...
The future has already come.
The years so real and so near,
She sings them in,
Tomorrow the past is what we'll feel.
All these moments melt together into one brief eternity,
Taking forever to come,
And just seconds to be.
I wait all the moments of my life,
And in fact some waiting moments brought me here.
And I can see the cuckoo waking up,
To say summer will shortly be here.
"Chirpy tweet chirp,"
I remember when I first heard those words.
Keep singing.
9.09.2010
The 15-year-olds.
"Girl I like your dress.
I like your hair."
And I’ll tell you as you walk by.
Girl, I like your face,
But you won’t look my in the eye.
You are writing on a notepad,
Skipping through the corridor.
You only stop talking about your wonderful ideas,
Just to say thank you
As I admire on your heels.
And you just keep on walking after that idea of yours that you find so exciting...
So kindly,
Without noticing a thing.
But an older woman saw.
She was standing in the hall with us.
She saw the youthful sweet exchange.
And a happy recognition of a memory danced across her face.
And she grabbed her husband’s hand
And she saw me so smitten and excited.
About a girl in church.
And about the
whole
dang
world.
And she knew.
That I am as exactly as her husband was.
Oh girl.
Oh girl.
You run down the hall,
In love with life.
You don’t even notice that I’ve fallen.
On my face.
And how much I enjoy Sunday,
Especially the little hallway chase.
I have some pretty sweet plans a’comin’.
When I turn sixteen,
I'm going ask you on a date.
I'll say.
"Girl I like your dress.
I like your hair.
And I like you too.
In all of the storming off you do.
Please go on a date with me.
Now that we are both sixteen."
Oh girl.
Oh girl.
You don’t see a thing today,
Cause I’m not saying it all the way.
But someday…
I’ll ask you…
on a date.
I like your hair."
And I’ll tell you as you walk by.
Girl, I like your face,
But you won’t look my in the eye.
You are writing on a notepad,
Skipping through the corridor.
You only stop talking about your wonderful ideas,
Just to say thank you
As I admire on your heels.
And you just keep on walking after that idea of yours that you find so exciting...
So kindly,
Without noticing a thing.
But an older woman saw.
She was standing in the hall with us.
She saw the youthful sweet exchange.
And a happy recognition of a memory danced across her face.
And she grabbed her husband’s hand
And she saw me so smitten and excited.
About a girl in church.
And about the
whole
dang
world.
And she knew.
That I am as exactly as her husband was.
Oh girl.
Oh girl.
You run down the hall,
In love with life.
You don’t even notice that I’ve fallen.
On my face.
And how much I enjoy Sunday,
Especially the little hallway chase.
I have some pretty sweet plans a’comin’.
When I turn sixteen,
I'm going ask you on a date.
I'll say.
"Girl I like your dress.
I like your hair.
And I like you too.
In all of the storming off you do.
Please go on a date with me.
Now that we are both sixteen."
Oh girl.
Oh girl.
You don’t see a thing today,
Cause I’m not saying it all the way.
But someday…
I’ll ask you…
on a date.
9.05.2010
Two Truths and a Lie
It started with me trying to convince him,
That he thought I was wrong and intolerable.
He just didn’t know it.
A liberal.
Leaning forward, leaning away, and looking off to the side.
A movie and a city; a departure is a death.
A girl hiding behind the truth of what's left.
He was looking over, under, and around the girl.
It ended in him telling me
No, it will only be intolerable when you leave.
He just didn’t expect it.
A feeling.
That he thought I was wrong and intolerable.
He just didn’t know it.
A liberal.
Leaning forward, leaning away, and looking off to the side.
A movie and a city; a departure is a death.
A girl hiding behind the truth of what's left.
He was looking over, under, and around the girl.
It ended in him telling me
No, it will only be intolerable when you leave.
He just didn’t expect it.
A feeling.
I seek a questionable people.
O World,
If you can,
Please lead me to those on your great belly that walk with aim after questions,
Not those who walk with persistence after opinion.
And show me where the Great Questions are.
And write them in the margins of my life’s map.
Point me to the mysteries, I’ll go.
Give me to the riddles I’ll never know.
And lend me no satisfaction.
If you can,
Please lead me to those on your great belly that walk with aim after questions,
Not those who walk with persistence after opinion.
And show me where the Great Questions are.
And write them in the margins of my life’s map.
Point me to the mysteries, I’ll go.
Give me to the riddles I’ll never know.
And lend me no satisfaction.
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