Aspirations
I have clouds in my mouth
and I am chocking
but please don’t
take my future away
from me.
I have clouds in my mouth
and I am chocking
but please don’t
take my future away
from me.
He’s not here to talk to me tonight, but I must get used to that.
Soon his prescience will be at the mercy of a
Government with no conscience guiding it.
His life will be in the hands of those with orders of destruction disguised as hope
He will become a pawn in Imperialism’s chess and the rules will always change.
He’s entering a game with no winners
The only thing to gain is someone else’s satisfaction and
Sacrifice doesn’t matter to a tyrant like Greed.
Tonight I let Uncertainty awkwardly try to hold me like you usually do.
I lay in our bed of cold “I’ll miss you’s” searching for some warm assurance
I cover myself in a blanket of our memories
Wishing for dreams to turn the threads into reality.
And it is uncomfortable, but it will have to do for just a little while
I pray.
Not inspired to write a poem today
Don’t really have anything to say
But instead of being filled with sorrow
I resolve to write a poem tomorrow.
At the end
they pack their tents,
call out their names
to one another
in the holler-
collect
all the pieces
so each may
leave whole.
Singularity
control system loop, adjust
polarity hue
Zero divergence
everlasting equation
nonlinear lines
Self-oscillation
perpetuating feedback
magnetic theory
She has dark hair
glasses
a determined look
She lives with great purpose
We met when we were
half
the people we are now
but we grew
We met when we needed
half
a dose of encouragement
to get through
The two of us
we spend a lot of
time
trying to get through
I knew in my heart
when she called me her
friend
she was the only
friend
I would need
That hasn’t changed
We may be twenty-somethings
taking it day-by-day
living in an apartment
looking for something more
But I’ll tell you this:
My best friend is stronger
than the hell I’ve put her through,
she’s given me more
than I knew I needed
and let me be clear,
regardless of what we
might be looking for,
I have all I need right here.
i feel like I’m drowning
in my own things.
too many books
that i haven’t read
or paintings i haven’t done.
too many clothes to sort through
and school papers to throw out.
too many hours spent moving
among piles and places
for those piles to go
and never knowing
which things should be kept
and which can be left.
and each night i go to bed,
surrounded by an ever growing mess
which whispers behind my back,
keeping me awake
until the sun rises
and the process of sorting
begins anew.
my hair is
rain and sharks.
my mouth is a
mighty gale of mean.
my feet are
earth and growth.
and there is
fire
in my bones.
hours wasted—
navigation nuevo
intentional misdirection
to cost you more
much more than you need
more than you didn’t even know
you didn’t need—
same old sorry song
rapacious kings of industry
employing the needy
to prey upon the helpless—
covering their tracks with political
pandering—
painless philanthropy
