Antoine de Saint Exupéry

you cover me
in gentle expressions
and subtle verse
you pick me up
just enough
with beautiful words
and the simplest
of all illusions
sometimes i go away
just to see you again
and i sit in the corner
there i find you
all is muted
but you are bright
so bright and so
you cover me
nothing is more
beautiful than
what you created in
an ugly world such
as this one
such a big spot
that forgets

fête

there is little better than opening
a book, words that jump out at me
and bring me in for a while
to their pages and within them i find
the answers that satiate
most of my confusion
about everything, really-
everything is a question
and if the book happens to be
of many years past that is quite
more powerful because the
smell and the yellowing edges
tell their own story of what
began long ago and has not
found an end because this
is more than just a moment
no, it is far more than that
it is many moments trapped
between two covers and sealed
so delicately and decorated with
words that move without shifting
and explore without leaving the
warmth of this bed and the sound
of the drops is a constant symphony
perfectly orchestrated for this party

a celebration
of this book and of me
the words, the pages
rain

my muse

I feel you completely,
based soley on those moments
composed of nothing
but our ability to be
Just be, lacking nothing
except for hidden ideas or
separate expectations
I could yell it off the top of the
highest building of that skyline
we both love
I can, but I won't
because I like keeping it
like a neat little package,
wrapped in pretty paper
but I know what it is
and no one else has to know
about this little thing
that we have.

headphones and a bus ticket

maybe if my hair would suddenly become longer
and i stopped daydreaming just for a while
everything would truly makes sense and i would know
that there really isn't more than this
just years of following the lead and
going through these steps in correct order
i need to remember that daisies stay closed sometimes
even when the sun is out and kissing the petals
most things lose their depth when you see them
as they are without all the extra coloring
there is no artist that didn't die
nothing is abstract unless studied from far away
distance providing the illusion that something
substantial is waiting for me if i just keep filling
my mind with these beautiful melodies and words that
fit and when put together help me understand everything
i am sure one of these mornings i will pop out of bed
and be just as transparent as the rest
hoping for the simple things that come easy

Sometimes, you really need to just go with the flow.

A lesson in failing.

don't let the feeling fool you
it is not much more than
another one of those fleeting moments
that drown you momentarily and make you
forget that you are made of steel
and will not be easily swept
into the current of endings
because you are not even close
to the start of all that is planned
it usually takes a great deal of
gut and just a few mistakes
before you are struck with the realization
that you have absolutely no idea
what is in store for you

it is fruitless to be so arrogant
and believe that you can control
what happens a little bit later
just be sure to make careful calculations
make your mind crush that silly conscience
and always be ready for all that is
impossible to predict
firmly keep your place and never
confuse comfort and security
for truth and substance

find no surprises, always trust preparation
they lied when they told us
that things come neatly and ready to go
we must work harder than the rest
because we are the lucky ones
we see order in a picasso
and the current status of humanity
in the inebriated prose of bukowski
keep this near, as armor
who you are can never be replaced
for what you wanted


For KEA

Stop and go.

sometimes the better things get buried
and are forgotten
beneath the layers of routine and disappointment
and caught inside of
what is wanted and what
needs to be done
the simple pleasures are really just that
small, sweet, brief
joy is usually the wallflower
she waits, patient and quiet
in hopes that one will stop
and slow done long enough
take a look around
in order to fully understand
that not everything
is about moving forward
most things will quickly pass
and never make their way
back to right now

there is much to be gained
within a properly timed
p a u s e .