a moment for ever.

can a memory suffice
for those we could have loved

will dreams satisfy
our deepest passionate maybes

she is dancing
she is dreaming
she is warm rain
she is summers
she is waiting
she is moving on
she is hopeful
she is changed
she is changing me

am i brave to face time
or foolish to waste it

am i yours for now only
or is this the forever
of a song.

mistake of the evening

to ignore desire
to fall into responsibility
to restrict the soul
efforts of degeneration

don't just move on.

while you breathe,
desire.
pursue.
love.

three days

calls received
there i lay and walked about
there i sat and stood around
a new butterfli to listen to
is it a breeze just passing through

three days have i been laying blind
a test to see effects of time
and still it withstood emptiness
is it for naught or even less

post new wishes on the wall
watch as older papers fall
a picture worthy of the word
a hope alive; a spirit stirred
calls received

plea

rhythm rhythm save us all
before another lonely night
before i break the final fight
before graffiti stains the walls
before the bars' last sorrow calls
rhythm rhythm save us all
spin me into loving arms again

60 a night.

lay in the hotel room.

sit alone by the fireplace.

and pretend you've found yourself.

just smile like you thought you should.

and lay in a crisp bed until the news fades away.

somewhere between lost, late, and us

lost in grits and sweet tea
i'm bumping through the night
it's only chocolate and chips
i'm losing myself in flashes

whats left is a story or two
two lives like two streams in the south
never crossing but once, never touching but then
and for moments the two streams
become one

time is lost in tunnels and grits
sweet as the tea are the chocolate chips
stories of streams touching tatoos and bare
pieces of memories stuck still somewhere

between lost, late, and us

i dont need

i don't need
could there be
to know
there is

i don't need
would it work
to know
it would

i don't need
why aren't you
to know
you aren't

and i don't need
will it stay
to know
it will.

swingthoughts

there is a leftover feeling
that swings over my heart
it kicks its legs like a happy child
it kicks its whispers like a happy night
every day it swings faster, higher

without regret...