Women...

Her: I'm impressed you know who Jackson Pollack is...

Me: Cool.

Ring Finger

She speaks softly

trots gaily

and dances

like a wild horse

She is the closest

to me

She is the farthest

away

She's like a dream

so real

so strange

vanishing

If she scratched the sky

diamonds would rain

And should I be so lucky to catch one

firmly in my grasp

I would happily tie it tightly

round her ring finger

Mr. Young

You're a hard hearted little boy

with a harsh and critical attitude

You whip your little yellow tongue

snapping out small, subtle insults

and poison the air

You'd like to think we're not similar

but, brother we are.

Though a canyon separates our cultures

we are bound by nature,

mother fucker.

Frankly, I don't like you much

and that's what I like about you

That you could care less and never more

keeping your nose up

while you look down

You dress as sharply as you speak

and sometimes just as colorfully

But I hear you mostly talk about

"Weak shit" and "rude shit"

and that is you

I heard you bragging about yourself

how you stay away from outer influence

yet you criticize how your brothers live

and offer your best advice

behind their backs (hypocrite)

I appreciate your existence

the gift of lessons you bring

that I was sort-of once like you

except taller, bigger,

and grateful of most things

A Good Fit

Some jeans fit quite nicely

Hugging the rounds of the thighs

gently compressing at the knee

comfortably clung to the calf

and finally relaxing at the ankles

Though, consider first the fabric

After-all, there are many types of denim

different dyes and eclectic washes

And not everyone sews similar seems

Cheap pairs often fall apart quite easily

Finding the right fit is a challenge 

Sure, I'm a 34 x 34 when I stand

But, I become a 34 x 36 when I sit

So I need jeans that contour to me

And not the other way around

Little

Was he ever one to do his homework?

He wasn't, at least not often.

He would scrape over the pages with his eyes

jumble up the symbols and signs

read over and over the instruction and lines

then droop low into a sulk and softly sigh,

"I don't want to do this."

However, inside his little head

ringing about in his vast little mind

a harsher sound could be heard

a scream, a shout, a curse, a plea

"I don't know how to do this! 

How am I supposed to do this?

Please, Please! Help me!"

8/15/2014

Don't be afraid to write

words are just words

A soul, whether sharp or dull,

beckons to be expressed

Be courageous

a great bold mind

hard and tough to conquer

yet vulnerable still.

Beyond The Trees

I am out past the borders

wandering in conviction

rustling up the fallen leaves

dusting off my fiction

Elsewhere is where I'll be

chemically living a dream

withdrawn from banks of memories

crossed out of actualities

The wind whispers secrets to me

truths for ears who'll listen

tells me there's a bending river

appropriate for wishing

Scarcity exist in the outer limits

conjured remnants of the city

however, beauty is all abundant

and forever always becoming

Phantoms

Things aren't so light

like the veins in a butterflys wing

But rather startling heavy;

the rock where my heart should be

Memories are just like people

arbitrarily kind or cruel

I behold a kingdom of memories

over my soul they rule

The mind is an unjust kingdom

it beheads young bodies of thought

premature actions cropped and numbed

the lifeless receipts of each intention bought

 this intent is paid with uncollected debt
phantoms owed to the next set of deeds
"Next Time" written in fine black ink
each little ticket reads

Trouble and You

What am I going to do without you?

where will I go?

You're like the cold of the mountain

beneath a blanket of snow

You say I'm fine and perfect

that you could drink me like wine

But I can't decant from what I'm feeling

the air is too thin

What can I say to melt the ice

gathered at your gate?

If my words turn to fire

then scoot close to me

I'll be the desert when 

you need to dry your running tears

I'll be the safest place to hide

when you need shelter from fear

Tell it like it is

Like it was

and will always be

Don't listen to your Mother

Don't listen to me

I'm trouble, yes it's true

and trouble is in love with you

You don't have to worry

if it's not in the cards

But if you get discouraged

I know, it gets hard

Call me when you want me

just don't wait too long

A good thing will always live

even when it's dead and gone

is it dead and gone?

Kind Like Kind

Kind are like kind

always searching outside

pulling in self projections

clustering like upon like