Archive for December 2007
So much, so many.
I look around. I see so much history.
So much time. So many years past.
That’s my family.
So many experiences. So many places been.
For some it’s all winding down.
You can tell by the wrinkles on their faces.
For others its just beginning.
For me, well that’s still unknown.
So many stories to tell. So many songs sung.
Maybe too many.
But as chaotic as it might look it is all good.
They’re all good.
So tap your feet grandpa. Drink your beer dad.
Play the guitar and dance the night away.
The one thing about all these years of life and living is the clock on my grandmother’s wall.
The same clock that has hung there for years and years ticks away.
Wet/Dry
Breathe. It’s beautiful as it falls.
As we stand here, the rain covers us like a blanket full of life.
Every tingle from every drop a reminder of how alive we are.
It’s so soft as it falls.
Let it pour. We’re soaked.
“My favorite’s when it hits the water,” she says.
Let’s get back in the car.
“But it’s so pretty, don’t leave. It’s like it washes us away. The lies. The trouble. We get washed clean. We get exposed. When you’re this wet you can see right inside of me. I can’t run or hide. Niether can you. I see your fears. Your wants. I see your needs. More than in just your eyes. Look.”
As the sun comes out, it feels like dawn all over again.
The water stops. It’s pretty.
It smells clean. New.
You can see for miles. The fog moves. The clouds race.
It’s beautiful isn’t it?
“It is,” she says.
Missing out?
Do you really need to know what’s going on?
Do you really feel that you’re missing out when you’re not there?
It seems you stress on having fun. Shouldn’t it come natural?
God forbid your name be off the list! God forbid your name be off the list!
Slow down. Don’t get too far ahead of yourself.
You can’t let anything dramatic or bad happen now. That would just ruin the whole day!
Well, you’re right. How could I forget?
The fun is up to their standard and not yours.
Well, hurry.
You might miss your bus. It’s headed nowhere.
I hear it’s fun there though. You’ll have a blast.
Because, well you know, it just might not be there tomorrow.
And what would you do? You wouldn’t live.
I promise you. I’m not lying when I tell you there’s more to life.
But I get it. You have to catch up.
Well, hurry, there’s so much to do and such little time.
Let it go beautiful, a face like yours is too pretty to throw to the wolves.
Better yet, a face like yours is too pretty to throw away to the many ugly that stand in our way.
It’s okay. Take it all in. You only live once.
You surely can’t look back in life and think, “Wow. I missed out on so much.”
The next train at 3:00
Love, I apologize for what I have done.
It seems as if I am just a passenger ready to board the next train,
and when stuck at the station, I am lost.
When I am not in motion, I run for my life.
Only so I don’t stop moving. Stopping is the worst thing I can do.
Because you see baby, I did something bad.
And if I stop now they’ll catch me.
You’re the only hideout I have in this world.
But the doors are closed. The windows, shut.
So, where do I go? I’ll keep on running.
I won’t stop until they catch me or until you do.
I’ll hop on every train, every car, every ride away from them.
And maybe if you don’t open that door,
I’ll find another one to walk right into.