not all of what is started is finished and i guess i know what you mean when she says it like that in her milky tone of voice so sweet with ice cream cone dreams on her pillow. I know because i've seen it with my own eyes heard it with my own ears and it just works out that way sometimes theres nothing you can do about it but it makes you want to try harder for a better world one without rotten eggs and smokes cuz lets face it sometimes everybody just needs to kick back and drink a coca-cola after the show is done when we all go home and i'll be waiting for that day until it rains and by god it will be a good oneand there will be fireworks and hotdogs for that parade and if that kind of thing makes you feel unsafe you know you can always come over and we';; hang and play horse in the back yard by the tire swing fencedog

hello friend! it is good to see you again yes i missed you don't have to ask that question ever again isn't it silly the way we play these games all the time makes it hard to keep my head straight but i guess its all the same whether the red sox best pitcher never left the seat empty am i right? well your kind thanks and presence were great hope we don't make it again too late will have to keep updated on this present state of leisurely time through and through to the end of the tunnel gate and we will make it you can place ur bets on that one and get your dollar paid back in full by the end of the night yes at least that you can be sure of

the things i didn't see before walking around sleepy eyes blur the news channel man todd says its going to rain today but i don't see clouds she asked with her eyes where you go at night and i said i don't know that maybe it's like death but i don't really know that either so i couldn't tell her and i remember it like my mother told me and i was disappointed because i wanted to know and didn't understand why she was an adult and didn't know these things but as a child it just doesn't make sense because i had a lot of questions while still remembered where i came from and was forgetting because its hard to remember in a place like this sometimes where you were born and what zip code but we all tell a lot of jokes and talk to angels gates as babys and i guess i remember that much to the day and still i still remember my what time of day to bathe

That man in the doctors office smiled and said you dropped your pen and ithe reminded me of my grandfather when he did the way his eyes had a way of winking at you saying more than words ever did yes he was a quiet man and i loved him for it slipping pennies into pockets waiting for the change machine and our favorite toys we left them all behind when we fixed the time machine but who knows what to do when everyone is looking at the television screen begging for those pennies and you know we all have to eat and sometimes fast food means never having to say no which is ok because it's hard to do and i just fell right into it

it's getting darker and
solitude is beginning to bear its weightonthings
longing for that caressing handshake
as my mouth is open wide
shouting at your persistence
and there is no more
it is only quiet in here
for now it is time to sleep
for good in this ccaughin(coffin) ghost townn
because the crooks don't like it
when you make it loudin the night
it's hard enough for them to sleep
well be good to the kind one
that winks in your presence for they hold
the key to something far more valuable
than gold as the needle breaks
from 5 points westhe letter says
to keep your eyes peeled ont he odometer
as it rings with prayers of sound piece of mind
the least of whichcould not compare
by for this is too much
of a load for one to bear
as we are not divided in(2)pairs
and there is no moneyfor the rest of us

It's like they never left

and she says, [{how could you}]
be so weak?
with a stare that
makes your mouth bleed
likawinter breeze
[{how could you?}]
this is bleak
grass headlines
on buildings l edge
false teeth
beckoning as it stabs
right through you
like bow & arrow
while the messenger
is lying next to you
not breathing
and it comes again,
{[how could you?]}
do. this. to. me.

The door was wide open
we let the bugs in
all creepy and crawlin
spiders and frogs
birds and dogs
mice and men
they all came
and made this house a home
for all the women
in this country
hopin for peace
and when you're on that fiery stead
you know that there is such a thing
as taming the beast

Saved

inside
burning
BRIGHT BRIGHT BRIGHT
there's a light
it shines
white
in my dreams
at night
and it warms
my soul
like summer gold
when the sun shines
in the moonlight
along the seashore
theres a white horse
and a boy
save grace.
and praise.
for he is your savior
let him in and you will be saved.

I can't believe

Replace it with i he she

Mother sat me down and told me
"These things happen sometimes"
and i thought why can't I remember?
why can't I know?
Life before this.
Why did it die? Where did it go?
What happens?
Why do we bury it?
Will it be ok?
I have questions!
She tried to answer them the best she could
god bless her soul, she tried to to tell me
but maybe she didn't know
maybe she didn't know what to say
she was a younger woman back then
Death had not touched her yet

A lot can happen

in

a

day.

a

week.

a

month.

or

22 yrs and 17 days.

call edge

cawledge

deevelopmeant

instantuition

crapitalism

mind over matter
mine over matt er
mind over madder
matter over minder

blox.

Rainer Maria

Be patient and without resentment and think that the least we can do is make his becoming not more difficult for him than the earth makes it for spring when it wants to come. And be glad and confident.

On solitude

And then she said boy
don't you know that
that longing you feel inside
that longing for god
is all about yourself.

The clocks will sing your praise
strangers forget the names of everything
Never was one for remembering
could tell you about a song i wrote
in my younger days
about a girl
who lost her way
but through and through
it called to her
she had a cat named killer
lived in the woods
next to grandmother
in the books
and the wolf

High

Another full moon

I need to work on listening, maybe.

Feeling good about pretty much everything else though.
The thought of leaving soon sounds good. real good.
The thought of starting something new sounds good too.
A lot of things, as soon as I'm done. ALMOST THERE.
I need to start saving up money and ideas.
Gotta keep up.
Less worry.
DENTIST APPOINTMENT
registration
can't forget... tax form too REMEMBER
FIND POST IT NOTES
what else?
I'm forgetting something.
Less worry
sounds good.

Where's our free vacation?

because we like talking to ourselves.

Halfway between you and the road
it's pavement screams
and sighs are only a whisper
I picked white pocket flowers
with Julie today.
she said she liked the weather
but had a lot to do
obligations, she said.
I understood.
But i didn't care
maybe it was it's fragrance that captured me.
or the wind but
nothing seemed more important.
nothing else seemed to exist
only what i wanted
in that moment
everything was fulfilled
every prayer
every wish
every moment
every touch
and every kiss
they all meant something
and You know we will all shake hands one day
and kiss each other on the cheek

Cocoon Nebula

Time stops here
I feel like I'm frozen
in a cocoon
and all i see
are birds
and planes
and trees
which is enough
to fascinate me
through and through

Neverland

I received a full 12 hours of sleep last night.
It was just going to be a nap but i couldn't get myself to move.
After resting an hour my alarm went off. I didn't move i kept sleeping.
It's summer, there must be rest to be had. I've been working hard for a long time now.
and i need rest. Still do maybe. But there is work to be done. There's always more.
This is the beginning of the long haul i think. Maybe thats what they call it. That "grown up" phase.
Where things like responsibility become your middle name. The game changes.
And yet stubbornly i stick to my fantaseas! Like Pan and Wendy.
It's a story I've been told one too many times.
The story of growing up and giving up on the things you love most! But why!
Why must i do this to grow up! What is wrong with my fantasy? It is mine!
It's the one thing i can call my own and depend on to be there when i wake up
and even if i wanted it to go away, which i probably have. Still it stays.
Ever present like a memory but not. It will never fade.
I pick up pieces of this fantasy each day, little treasures.
Which make me believe that a part of it is real. and tangible. and not fantasy at all.

I like to think
that we all have a place to go
in the sky
to go and hide away
for awhile
i see the birds circling
outside my window
high up above the clouds
they're having a tea party
laughing about misfortunes
and liberty

Distance is growing and futile
resistance like a pocketbook calendar
in a field of hopes and dreams
where everyone goes to sleep
the way I see it you were always there
for every blink every look and every stare
when i gaze into the mirror i see
you in the reflection of a
reflection of a reflection
that goes on into infinity
as i brush my hair
I smile
at all the possibilities

Now?

Am I

awake or am I dreaming?

two two

twotwo
tootoo
twotoo
tootoot
twotwo
twotwo
toto
to
to
too
too
tootoo
twotwo
twootwoo

THERE IS NO PATH IN OUR FLIGHT

MOVING ON
AND MOVING UP
MOVIN ON UP INTO THE SKY
GONNA FLY AWAY MY TOUBLES
GONNA GO IN DEEP
GONNA GET LOST
GONNA LOSE MYSELF TONIGHT
I'M MOVIN ON UP, INTO THE SKY
MY MOTHER SHE BOUGHT ME A HOUSE
OVER THERE YONDER ON THE EAST SIDE
I'M MOVIN ON UP INTO THE SKY
GONNA BUILD ME A CASTLE
GONNA FIND ME A WIFE