in your eyes

this earth is round
a shape with no sides
infinitely no sides
and every day we get to see
our small glimpse of infinity
when we lift our eyes

we get a small piece of the puzzle
and a new one is comin up
as this breeze guides this present along
making room for the next current
that will move through this loop
of time and space and this feeling
that it's all just
chasing

the



wind

jungle gym

These words
I don't know
so go ahead
and realize
that you are
reading these exact words
again, I've just found a new pattern
to weave them into

it's not the individual words you use
it's how they get along with the words around them

just children on a playground

leaf

falling
down into
the waiting ground
and all that's fallen

soluble

there are words
not visible to the eye
but felt by your mind
they speak
as they bridge the gap
between these definitions

I think therefore I thought

I don't do
I think
and I still don't know which would be better
So all I do is let these pages keep me from thinking

falling start

words stalling
do you feel alright?
I've seen the dark side of these falling stars and they don't look like they don't look like they don't look like they want to grant your wishes
so best ya start washin them dishes
everyone starts somewhere and its never at the finish
you got to take care of your business
and I doubt I'm the first to tell you this
but maybe this will be the first time you listen and apply
instead of the usual cringe and roll of your eyes
watching the lecture pass through out the other side
maybe go out and fix someone else's problems
like they just want to make it all better

but clumsy me stumblin through this life
makin a bigger mess of all this chaos thrown my way
I'd swear I'd kill myself if I knew who that was
so I'll live this life figuring that out within these puddles of words
that could only reflect who I was
the light bouncing out into my eyes is behind my present ever so
slightly
so the only me I'll ever see is a little bit tardy
and he has been tryin so hard see, but he will just never make it
cuz everything I am is just barely not enough
so I'll keep trying to fool you with this bluff
lies can turn to truth with the right practice
so I keep telling myself I have reason to exist
but lately I've been feelin like pleadin the fifth
and stayin silent, but these words, they try and fix this
by yelling quietly from within these lines
sometimes I feel I'm only here to keep them from going overboard
pullin damage control, running around with my mop bucket
just tryin to catch a buck it can get hard but I must pluck at the wind
searching for some worth
in these eyes that get away

and they don't leave without leaving behind some weight
like sand in my shoes I will never get all this out
just breaking me down so I can build me up
with these broken dreams collecting as dust
into these dusty mountains that cover the sun at dusk
a sunset I could only see in these dreams that taste so sweet
and my selfish eyes stay shut
keeping the main course for themselves
while I'm drowning in these sheets
of ink stained white
empty pages
f l e e t i n g

finish this one for me

I'm just scribbling these letters

writing about nothing

thinking about something

hopin it will trickle down

before I relinquish the sound

and drown these thoughts in a puddle of this ink

finally some silence 

not much can keep my mind quiet

a nice pen and paper to take this riot

and try to write it out on these white sheets

and I got no white out, my mistakes are here to stay

maybe pick up a lesson and some spare change

you've got to let the small things build you up
just in case the big things try to knock you down
and when the small things keep you down
best go big and build it for yourself

bite this thumb
crawl before you run
climb before you jump
look within before you judge
open up before you shun
die so that you may be risen
through Jesus
my only reason to keep this heart beating
but it breaks me to see him
in the streets
begging for change, but only getting the same
loving them and only receiving hate
the stones may be a metaphor these days
but they throw them all the same
casting shadows in the shape of rain clouds blocking my sun's rays

view

seems I slept into this feeling of too many dreams and/or realities
see this could only be real for now
then is only in my memory
thus merely a figment of my imagination
this could be only real for now
so I unite these letters into some words I could spare to lose in this sea of chaos
slowly sliding through these slimy syllables
slipping past your silent stare, simply saying some silly similes
as somber as a single snail soaring through thickets of thorns
but don't be fooled into thinking that this thing will thizzle out
I've still got ink in my pen
I will keep coming with these words
so better clear out your mind, these lines are going to make a mess
once they finally end themselves in a living room hanging from the ceiling fan
and I will be left to fend for myself with nothing left to right and everything wrong to write
and this is honestly quite possibly the most awesome thing I could promise thee
an end, a clear finale to these messy blurbs and maybe if you ask nicely
I'll stop writing this shit and go contemplate tomorrow's fate
because before I knew it, today had already gifted its pain away
to the next 24 hours and the moments in between
that bear the burden of this reality
holding
breathing
reaching
for an end
so here it is
the end

to dust we shall return

I will never be adequate
I'm a subject without a predicate
I am a run on sentence in the middle of a rain dance
the clouds come to parade through my rainy day
so I sit and watch the chaos run its course
stretching itself thin
into an end we would have seen if we hadn't been looking so hard
from dust we began and to dust we shall return to finally rest
above or below, it's all relative
just stop embellishing
and thinking that you are better than
any of us broken models
searching for some spare parts
to patch up these broken hearts
nobody knows what it means to be complete
but we bite and we scream
until we make real what we dream
competing til all our steam has been depleted
fighting til our dreams are all we know
in that endless sleep, hoping to be sheep
not just to be a follower, but to have that shepherd
keep me safe from these beasts and
these cold nights that drown out the alarm clock's screech
trying to bring back the sun, one lonely cry after another
just a mime, pulling this invisible rope
anything can be real if you believe in it enough
like love underneath the bleachers
or making all this more seem more like less
filling up these holes with emptiness
hoping that maybe this time we won't notice
and just keep livin happily within this ignorance
watching this shit through a filter
and I'm tryin to avoid havin children
cuz I can't bring more life into this ill mess
and these women leave me chasin the wind
holdin my breath so that you can't take it away

normal days

Everyone is insane, we just got our different symptoms
and we all got our own way to try and fix them
again and again we rise and we fall
chasing that bouncing ball, hopping along these syllables
in this sing along they keep trying to get us to live.
we will not sing your songs, I will not be kept from being myself
I skip along this path to my own beat, and no one can take this tune from me
we do not fit into these roles, these little boxes they try to cram us in to
we are fireworks that light up the sky at noon, you will not snuff us out
 Here I am again thinking through this ink
keeping my mind stuck to this page, trying to drown this moment in these lines
killing this time with these scribbled words
but these words are not mine
I did not write them
my pen did
I did not read them
you did
I did not inspire them
He did
these words are not mine
so I shall not treat them as such
here take them, they are for you
I didn't want to hold on to them anyway
these nouns and verbs can get heavy

thoughts stuck in this ink

Tuning into the resonations of these ancient echos
vibrating this future into what is and has been this whole past
we've been trudging through one present at a time

Lord
you are my everything
you are my nothing
you are there when I need you
you are there when I don't want you
I could have beaten your back with your cross and you would still love me
I deserve to be beaten by your cross but you turned your cheek to take the thrashing
you took my punishment and gave me life
with you, for this present, that never ends
ever-moving forward
we will never get to a future because it has already passed us on the left
while we were looking to be right

every single shot provoking more thoughts
spelled out in these ink blots
to show you who you are
pending on what you see
what you read and perceive
all these words stuck in these lines
breaking free through your eyes
breaking free of these paradigms
seeking the answer but only finding more questions
perhaps there is no answer
only more questions to toy with your mind
to make you think there is an answer
but what you fail to see, with these questions blinding you,
is the beauty your eyes can't help but absorb
the sweet sounds your ears can not keep out
the delicate touches your skin does not know how to ignore
no matter how hard we try to avoid it, this world is here for us to experience
so stop trying to dissect it and live for once