Archive for June 2008
Not in need of money, but in need of love.
And as the sun leaves us empty of light for the day, this man is just looking for the next place to sleep tonight.
And off behind a wall he disappears but I am unable to empathize with the feeling he must be experiencing tonight.
Oh, how awful it must be to be homeless for the night or week or years or life.
Begging on the streets for a nickel or a dime or anything you got.
I’d give him my love if he would’ve taken it.
But he was just looking for a smile, not a stare.
Because he’s no different than me.
Hell, I’m just a few bucks richer but with a whole lot more luck.
And my feelings, these feelings!
Based on selfish emotion.
I know what I have and how lucky I am to have it but it didn’t take this moment to realize the beauty I live within.
I know that regardless.
It’s just an observation of a lonely man, with a lonely night and a lonely heart.
Facade
Right there, on the grass, slept an old coffee cup and empty pack of cigarettes.
It was all used up and tossed.
It looked starved for food or attention.
Someones simple pleasure just laid there in a coma.
It looked so sad and thrown away.
And for some reason this grass just wasn’t as green but this goddamn pack of smokes and starbucks just sat there.
Just used up for its good to make someone else smile and feel better.
A temporary flight into bliss.
And I swear it’s crawling for help but its knees are too weak to walk.
Someone, here, abandoned this bliss like he took it for granted and gifted this patch grass with it.
Now let me clear it up that I’m not worried about the cup or the box or the litter it has become.
I’m worried that a coffee and a cigarette could ever really make someone smile.
Thought-Less.Less-Thought
And for the first time I can see the veins tunneling my blood from roadway to roadway.
Silently they flow like rivers into oceans.
Silt and water filled they dance down the hills into an open field of blue and space.
“Where to go,” we think.
Just like them I think.
Juts like men I think.
No thinking here.
Think.
Thoughts drown out the sound.
CONFUSION.
It stands here.
Yet I can breathe.
With such ease my lungs can soak in the breeze and mist of the air above.
CONFUSION.
Nah.
No confusion here love.
I wonder what’s more important?
The boardwalk on the pier to the empty sand and water,
Or the city’s constant flight of light and sound.
Memories of the future.
The moon sits quietly glamorous in between the clouds.
The clouds appear like little puzzle pieces, scattered around a table, as they slowly come together to form a blanket over us tonight.
Yet, with all the clouds, the moon remains untouched.
The star that clings to it must be a million light years away,
But tonight it’s just looking for a friend.
17 or 20 Stairs
A little patch of clouds under this velvet purple night.
They’re surrounded by a sprinkle of stars from space
But they’ve yet to reach ground.
They are suspended in the night sky.
And if only I could turn off these city brights
And stare right into the star that shines the most light.
It’s got me twisting words.
The higher you look up the darker the sky gets.
From the purple that sleeps atop the back of the mountain
to the black up above that seems endless with thought.
These stars appear frozen in time falling to Earth.
I am reminded of the peace we sleep under.
Look at the cloud now, it’s disappeared.
Siren
I love this intersection,
And the simple lights,
And this left hand turn lane.
I can see some orange plastic and clear glass piled up nicely on the ground in front of me as I wait for the cars to pass.
This all gets a little more dangerous everyday.
In front of this light.
This light.
It flickers above the street as if to tell me something.
It’s more of a blaring motion than a flicker… but it’s just as moving.
And it’s beautiful to watch and witness the structure we put up come alive on its own.
None of the other lights are talking tonight.
It takes my thoughts away.
This light is warning me of something.
It caught me from a distance.
Something peaceful.
Something in paradise.