somehow

i thought we should be grownups by now.
but instead i find hidden secrets and lies at every turn
i don't know who to trust
when your own family pledges love
and cuts down the ones you believe in
who is the right one
and who is the believer.

i thought by now i'd grown a thick skin
but useless defending only wears me down
and yet, you know just the way to twist the knife
and still, i let you give me the blame
and even more i grow to never know you
and somehow it was all me.

but still, somewhere i find a shred
of remembrance that truth was there
and still, somewhere i can't let it go
though it would be so much easier to
stop the caring
and yet, i know that wouldn't be me.

therefore, i still believe.

wisp

i watched an era end today.
it was carried away with smoke on the breeze
the ashes fell to my feet
time has met me here.

new days, new ways
shedding the skin of long remembered wishes
to be fulfilled
to be reborn

fire has cleansed.
i missed the day i was given my name.
i shall miss no more.

my very own place

i'll paint you a picture of the place i call my own with words.
i can see as far as you can imagine
i can run faster than the wind would care to blow
but i choose to take it slowly
there is nothing here that isn't mine
and yet there's nothing here i can define
the beautiful weight of chance and dreams
is the cover upon which i sleep and when i wake, the
sunshine is my drink.

you should be so lucky.

a friendly take

take it back, and let it be
i thought you could see me
i thought you knew well enough
to leave it alone
but now we're crowded into unforgiving space
and the place is lost behind the clutter of
knick-knacks

i thought i knew better
i thought i'd be taller
i thought that when push came
to shove i'd always forgive
i thought i was wise
i thought i knew fools
i thought i was safe
from losing a love

take me home please, i'm drunk on
the caring and the hangover is
a bitch when the sun finds my face.
i never knew it would be painful to
learn to be happy.
would you please look away when i cry?
please try to ignore the elephant in the room
shitting in the corner
he'll be done momentarily.

at least you know why.

the font size is for ben

one last non-poetic post, and then we're back to business as usual.

this was just priceless, and poetic in it's own sort of way.

when questioned if they're serious, the goverer general just replied, "well, we're serious about being funny."

maybe you should move here, tav.

http://www.conchrepublic.com/

so...

have you ever been sitting on your couch having just finished your dinner that occurred much too late in the evening and began to wonder what the purpose of the British Commonwealth is? well, I did. and for starters, it's not the British Commonwealth... just The Commonwealth. there's the obivous point that i figured out all on my own, that the commonwealth is for "common wealth". yes, and I even went to public school. for more interesting info, click on the link below.

http://www.thecommonwealth.org/Templates/Internal.asp?NodeID=34457

the internet is your friend.

lullaby

dream away the daytime
float into the dreamland
tears are stars, laughter is night-breeze
come away and rest

morning hides its brightness
moonlight breaks the darkness
tears in the sky are raining down
float away on the river

dream river, carry me homeward
the night holds me close to its own
the sunrise will sing and the daytime will carry on
but the night brings dreams in whispers
the rain runs to the river.

daylight sooths the shadows
sunlight warms the flowers
bright lights awaken, dreamland subsides
but my soul will live on the river

dream river, carry me homeward
the night holds me close to its own
the beauty of daytime holds harshness to my eyes
but the night brings dreams in whispers
the rain runs to the river.

posterings, part 1

death is like the ocean
a little is taken,
a little replaced
no matter how much the land’s shape
may change, the currents will always remain.

tide in, tide out.
another is born to take my place
another goes farther, a faster pace
but what is the distance? the point is still
no matter how fast you run, you die.

crashing into the sands of time
a castle is built and washed away
with all we have made, we think we know
with all we have seen
we think, and know
and yet what is there?

a rock, some sand, some sea, some sky
a few wanderers asking why
many fish in the sea who don’t seem to care
and none of us grasp the depth of where
we came from.

or the point of where we’re going.
or the simplicity intrinsically built into ourselves
too much we take, and little replace
it’s no wonder we all must die
it’s a wonder we still must try

to find the home we think is ours. and bury our toes in the sand, and watch the moon control the tide, and forget the beautiful things until we almost die. then, it seems so simple.

ocean

the smooth, crisp scent
the fragile state
the oft remembered seldom place
at the end of nowhere, a left at the second
time i lost my patience with life
before you get to the insanely fast speed
after you past the one thing you need.

i need little.
no need to buy
just flesh to touch, a care to hold
a moon to light the evening by.
where is this soul when not here?

i think that i must really try to always
return
i think i must begin to fly.
where better than here?

my roots flow like the seaweed
swaying in the currents
entangling my toes when i attempt to run
and yet, i find nothing edible
just breathing in the salty sweet taste of free
access to the blood of the earth
to the current that carries us all.

i think that i must find a way to keep the ocean inside me.
and perhaps, also, a star to guide me.
and maybe, one day, a moon of my own.
and a boat.
and a horse.
and an island.
there’s little i need, truly.