Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Blue.

a friend mentions the blues
i think of sky
empty
lonely
clouds are nothing
but the images we make of them
we know
sort of like lies
hard to imagine 
that there is anything
up there
but still
we want to know
the unknown
sort of like lies
we seek the truth
even when we know
we will never find it
them
answers
still
we all look up 
into the blue skies
the same blue skies
we all see
every 
single 
day.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

movement.

assumption
your idea of tolerance
how can you truly believe
you are alone
?
arrogance
apathy
the peace you will not find
not ever
because this culture
you've created
has you not only blinded
but bound
what you can't see
isn't real
doesn't exist
and still
the contradiction lies
right in front of you
surrounding you
the walls you've built
are not there
can't you see that
?
i can see them
because i too am guilty
i can relate to you
and because of that
i know
i am not alone
no matter how far i run
or hide
it follows
the connection
between you
and i
...

Friday, February 10, 2012

how love ends.

if you ask
i will tell
if you hug
i will hug back
if you turn away
believe me
i will live
it may not be
my choice
but it will be 
what it is
you cannot be bound
you will not
you should not
what we deserve
and what we get
will not make sense
not now
not ever
we will retire
with less than we need
because what we need
is what we want
so
tell me,
just how often
do you get
what you want
without fear
without wondering
without dwelling
on when it will end
on when you will
lose it
drop it
see it walk
away from you
...

Saturday, February 4, 2012

suffer the living pt.1

it's hard
not to hurt
someone
somewhere
all throughout a life
i've tried
i failed
whether or not i meant to
means nothing
pain is pain
and with all apologies
we all know
forgiving and forgetting
are two very different things
as flawed as i am
as beaten and broken
as i've become
i know
i am not alone at all
and fairness means
things can't always be fair
not always
selfishness
and
 selflessness 
are two sides of a scale
that can
at times
even out
but not often enough
life is full
of very thin lines
so thin at times
that they seem
invisible
and we trip
and we fall
we cannot follow
these lines
no matter how hard
we try
yet so often
we expect
perfection
but i am afraid
that is a dream
a wish
a demand
that can never be
fulfilled
i am sorry
...