Sitting in the office,
Alone,
I let flies crawl over me.
I don't care.
I feel more dead
Than alive anyway.
Might as well look it.
Because I'm not in control,
And in that moment,
It's all I can do
To not throw a fit.
I seek to be a child,
Demanding it's way,
When a much Wiser Father
Says "no."
Teach me to walk better,
Saner,
Wiser,
That I may let things go.
Friday, July 19, 2013
Thursday, July 18, 2013
888 Hours
888 hours
To August 25th
In Hillsdale, Michigan.
888 hours,
And then some,
Until I see them again,
My friends,
My peers.
That's not say
There are not friends
Near me now.
It's just I long
For what I do not have.
888 hours
Until I'm home again.
887 hours.
To August 25th
In Hillsdale, Michigan.
888 hours,
And then some,
Until I see them again,
My friends,
My peers.
That's not say
There are not friends
Near me now.
It's just I long
For what I do not have.
888 hours
Until I'm home again.
887 hours.
Tuesday, July 16, 2013
Thursday, July 11, 2013
Monday, July 8, 2013
Ocean Gravity
Something always brings me back,
Back to rolling waves
And salty water that sticks to skin.
It never takes too long.
I come flying back,
Tumbling down hills
To bury my heart beneath sand
And hide it in the tides.
Back to rolling waves
And salty water that sticks to skin.
It never takes too long.
I come flying back,
Tumbling down hills
To bury my heart beneath sand
And hide it in the tides.
(why don't they let stuff be untitled? annoying...)
A red and proud land,
Made heavy
With the weight of wanderlust
And years smashed onto years.
Curving lines
Trace water and road.
Out here,
Man finds a way
To simultaneously
Move with the way of the land
And slice through it.
A new dream is born:
To sit on these sifting sands,
And aged rocks of plateau,
And just be.
Made heavy
With the weight of wanderlust
And years smashed onto years.
Curving lines
Trace water and road.
Out here,
Man finds a way
To simultaneously
Move with the way of the land
And slice through it.
A new dream is born:
To sit on these sifting sands,
And aged rocks of plateau,
And just be.
Monday, July 1, 2013
A Summer Adventure
Off on an adventure,
To journey back and forward.
To see what was
And enjoy was it,
And catch a glimpse of what
Will be.
So search the west for me,
The skies and the seas.
You'll find me where the stars
Walk the streets in daylight
And the wind of change
Blow us all about.
I shall not return,
At least,
Not as I am now.
To journey back and forward.
To see what was
And enjoy was it,
And catch a glimpse of what
Will be.
So search the west for me,
The skies and the seas.
You'll find me where the stars
Walk the streets in daylight
And the wind of change
Blow us all about.
I shall not return,
At least,
Not as I am now.
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