The Thinker

Hand pressed
against the back of the forward seat
Wrinkled, aging, still
a power, a purpose in the motion

You gaze
Rodin's inspiration
Eyes
like furniture in an empty house
"To protect, to prevent
To preserve!"
From underneath, Gatsby warms
The sight is familiar
To a flaw
And the beauty I saw
Floated past your view
A veteran, an assembly line

Eyes
that declare: an account for 60 years
Eyes
(which look away)
that have seen the world
Or at least a fragment

Concerning Rousseau's quarrel,
his rival:
Have the days been
nasty, brutish, short?
For all your brilliance
Is it so?

You keep your silence, huddled
To keep yourself warm
On a worn, wandering bench
Frequented by countless others
Before.

Fade...

(a song)
sitting alone
watching the smoke as it
tries to escape
the circles of the fan

what a waste
all of these useless mistakes
that i made
just to please you

pull out your ghost
to keep me haunted
write me a note so i know
sing us a song
to keep us close
while im drifting along on my own

pick up the speed
turn the dial til you
find what you need
it drowns you out

been thinking of you
and how i cant
hear the sound of your voice
anymore

pull out your ghost
to keep me haunted
write me a note so i know
sing us a song
to keep us close
while im drifting along on my own

lie down,
the brightness burns my
eyes out,
so fill me with your
lies now,
and i'll be satisfied

pull out your ghost
to keep me haunted
write me a note so i know
sing us a song
to keep us close
while im drifting along on my own

Reflections on a Red Brick Wall

You are small,
Cornered by giants,
So insignificant.
But you caught my eye
More than the grandiose surroundings;
Maybe it was the contrast
That captured my attention.

You are old,
In a state of refined decay,
Like the wrinkles that signify wisdom.
You watched as others sprung up
Like spring flowers all around you;
Yet you remained.

You are tarnished,
The soot and filth of decades
Cling furiously to your sides.
But there is a strange sort of beauty
In your uncommon style
And I fell in love.

Red

Stop

The flowers of your love
are bleeding on the carpet
Your tired eyes watch the deepening sun
Set.

The apples are poised to plummet
to the fiery ground,
You trample the brakes
and illuminate the brick streets in soft
Glow.

Wine flows, a rooster crows
and you awake from the night,
Your heart in your throat.

Stop

Roman Girl

A golden sheen
Escapes from the folds
Of your dress
As you walk through the wheat,
Taking in the warmth
With a basket 'round your arm
And a hand upon your brow.

You don't trouble yourself
With needless agitation
And your skin stays young
Your smile effortless, instinctive.

Can I get to know you?
And you can share with me the secret
Of keeping a heart
Like a child.

Meaning?

Sometimes I feel half-blind
And it's not that I can't see
Just that everything looks hazy

The mountain, in the morning
The fog, surrounding back streets
The ghost, paled in bed sheets

The symptoms reappear
Sighted, far and near
And a terrible racket is bellowing
In my ears:

Life
Is
Passing
Us
By.

Will we leave anything behind?

A Fine Day, Isn't It?

your finest moment
was in the cool grass
that green, graceful sea
it brushed your back
with a gentle ease

the sun burned heavy
a crushing brightness
and the beads of sweat
that were lost on their way down
inspired you to forget

you run
spinning
Smiling, In Triumph
a whisper
a barely audible beating
that floods your ears
you fall
head held high
hands in the air
Glory!

unrefined Glory!

flawless, deathless Glory!


screaming arrows rush past
fleeting light, the fireflies
you watch in quiet reverie
contentedly remembering
and wait for the days-end

Two Poems

"Audience"
Hiding
Lying in wait for you to pass by
Has only gotten me cut up
I'm fed up
And now what?

Every trick I try
Gets lost up my sleeve
Every wick I light
Gets doused so quickly
I have all the answers
To the questions you're not asking
Come to think of it
I bet this hasn't even crossed your mind.

So why does it engulf mine?

*****

"9 Minutes"
In this place
Where something glorious
Is coursing swiftly through my veins
It speaks in a whisper
That could fill a cathedral:
"I am happiness
I am peace
I am life, light,
Like the sound of a mountain stream
Or the colors of the evening sky
When red and orange and dark arrive."

I embrace it
I sit back
And feel its warmth
The comforting
Compelling
Complete
Satisfaction of knowing
That everything shines brighter in the sun.

Lungs vs Futures

I stretch myself too thin
Then fall apart, like an old, worn out band
And lately I can't see
But a few feet in front of me

Do you have a cure
For feeling insecure
About my life and where I'm going?
Cause I can't talk to you
Like I used to do
I can't talk to anyone anymore

I put the car in drive
And look up at the chilling sky
I roll the windows down
And just get lost in the glorious sound


Do you have a cure
For feeling insecure
About my life and where I'm going?
Cause I can't talk to you
Like I used to do
I can't talk to anyone anymore

I sing out all I can breathe in
I sing out all I can breathe in
I sing out all I can breathe in
I sing out
All I can
Breathe in...

I think I found a cure
For feeling insecure
About my life and where I'm going
Cause I can talk to you
When I'm singing "Ooh"
I can talk to anyone now