relaxed on a bench
letting go of traffic noise
drinking cool water
relaxed on a bench
letting go of traffic noise
drinking cool water
insects sing their songs above
shady plans swayed by the wind
the lawn has shadows
Love the small breezes
to glide with a butterfly
answer to a breath
open up my mind
crazy emotions inside
humanity now
well it writes words and draws circles around thoughts
what does a pen do?
um, it doodles and spills ink on these thin lines?
the pen cannot do anything without me
just sits on the corner of my bed and maybe it will roll off
falling on the carpet and then i have to reach down
and pick it up and write more
but what else does a pen do?
i dunno stabbing someone that keeps asking me this?
its a weapon to fight off writers block
ideas like to hide from me but my pen is my light saber
that attacks these blank pages with aggressive force
i force and shove my words on this stupid piece of paper
because it just wastes away until i come along
stomping, biting, digging my aggressive words of wisdom
in between these tiny rows
i squeeze the tip of this pen which is having a hard time
providing the ink when i want it to be read
by a random curious person that happens to stumble
upon this bitch fight between the pen and
the crappy recycled notebook paper
oh how i hate this!
and now a new sheet for me
to express myself
or at least whatever seems to be seeping
from my head at the current moment
but soon it will pass
and so will my gas
and then the room will clear
but not my pen because i am
its master painter
no pen is useful without my strokes
of curiosity and the whimsical nature
that i possess
what good is a pen without rivers
of imagination?
I see my sister and me playing tag in the backyard
A highway map that invites my curious soul
Silly faces of my nieces in a picture frame
A gold ring on my finger to remind me of love
I see the rain and cold before winter finally approaches
Christmas is around the corner
Crumbled leaves still remain
Obstacles are in the way
I see puddles slowly growing to the point
where its too difficult to jump over them
My wife struggles with her health
causing me to weep
I see grey skies
trees with bare branches
A hot cup of coffee on my desk
A cup of pleasure wakes up my eyes
I see strangers passing by
in a cafe
looking at their iPhones
starring off into space
I see stress in a woman’s eyes
hearing random chatter
music dances in my head
Things are getting complicated today
I see strange objects before my eyes
it’s who we are
different ideas
different colors
technicolor
bright lights
toys
how often is the world silent?
can we build clean energy around us?
love the earth
remove hate
increase positive flow
tremendous energy
appreciating what’s around already
My focus however is on melancholy
Expectations aren’t met with these eyes
My eyes are burning up
Seeing you in bed within my life
Sad that I’m going back to my nightmares
Why do they haunt me forever?
Ferocious eyes
Observe so many moments
Life is blazing
before my eyes
I see memories of a child
laughing on the floor
in front of the fireplace
I see a woman that I love
my eyes are relaxed in the presence
of the lady of my dreams
she smiles and sings to me
thats is enough to put me at ease
Before my eyes is a life unknown
adventures we have yet to take
a child we have yet to raise
a new home we have yet to live in
The road is open for a trip
for a drive
for a continuous journey
I see dancing in the streets
walks along the beach
stormy weather
comforted by shelter and a warm blanket
Before my eyes
calm waters prevail
patience
pausing
charity
giving