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