Stuck in limbo

Stuck in limbo
We fear the afterlife,
being stuck in one place,
doing the same thing
day after day.
But isn't that life?
We wake up,
do our routines,
eat, sleep.
And do it all over again.
Isn't life, just us,
Stuck in limbo.

Take it, take it all.

I gave you my heart
but you wanted my soul.
You take and take,
but I don't got much more.
baby please.

Take it, take it all.

I gave you my heart
but you wanted my soul.
You take and take,
but I don't got much more.
baby please.

Do you realize?

Within dead things,
there was once love.

Anyone got a light?

Why do you smoke, she asked.
When you know its bad for you.
Well dear, I don't plan on living very long.

Soul shattering

And I'd give it all away
for you
it was nothing much
at all
just
my soul.

Handheld lovers

I use to keep track of my lovers on my hand.
It started with a few fingers.
now the times I've been licked or touched
or soul shattering nights, I want to forget, is to much for my small hands to hold,
let alone keep track of.

Satisfying things

• Breaking the "crust" on creme brulee.
• Stirring the foam in a cappuccino/latte.
• Hot showers.
• The first slice of pumpkin pie, for the season.
• putting up decorations.
• painting something, and it turning out just how you wanted it. 
• When the weather starts to get crisp. 
• The smell of an old book store.
• Waking up in the morning with nothing on your agenda. 
• Buying a new outfit and feeling on top of the world. 
• Baking something, and the way the smell lingers in your house. 
• How smooth your legs are when you shave them.
• how soft your stomach is, from the layer of peach fuzz. 
• how your hair smells when its drying, after a nice shower. 
• Finding something new you like on your body (freckles, crooked toe) 
• Warm blankets, fresh out of the dryer. 

What an adventure

A lonely time
a simple coffee shop
a yearning mind
a conversation
one Q named man,
also,
an actor,
a retired rock star,
a superhero girl,
a time traveler,
and me.
Coffee sure does bring people together.





August 25th, 2017

Go.

in order to understand

You must think

You must search

You must find

It will not simply appear

Dig deep in that lustrous mind of yours

Find what your lurking for

Yearning for

Beg, plead, bargain

Get what you want

What you need

And then,

Do it again. 

Summer months

The summer before my 23rd birthday was a daydream. The summer months flew by like birds heading south for winter. I worked on a farm, surrounded by berries and peaches from morning til afternoon. I spent my days at the stand, selling fruits and veggies to willing buyers. Morning to mid afternoon the stand was slow, i'd pull out a book and read and read and read. Til most of my bookshelf was skimmed through. I started going to the library weekly, and picking out whatever caught my eye. The days were hot, and breezy, and the people sweet as our peaches. If I ever got antsy i'd pace around and put raspberries on the tips of my fingers, and eat them off one by one. During the nights I worked at a restaurant but we weren't allowed to read. So i'd sing songs or make up stories in my head, mostly I talked the servers ears off with nonsense, or ate pizza fresh from the pizza oven. The cooks loved me so I never paid for food, good for my paycheck, bad for my gut.

where to next?

People

Going going going

Where?

Why are they in such a hurry to go nowhere?

Drinking their espresso

Downing their dinners in their cars

What has America become

And where is it going.

People

      People

I can picture them, as children

Adventurous and wild

With mothers and fathers, friends and pets.

I wonder if they pictured this life for themselves

Or if they expected more.

What were there hopes?..

… their dreams?

Who did they lose

What hope caressed them and willed them

Silently to a sad life

Of nothing. 

come with me

Waiting on the outside

Party of the sun

Helplessness blues

Pay our way through

Killing the night

Soft and spoken

Rightfully true

Lost

Hanging behind

Supersonic space time

Raving in the undertow

Hanging on to you.

toxic people

Tear down my walls

I need to get better

Feeling like this

Kills me inside

Seeping thoughts

Melt away the hope of

Sunshine and happy smiles

Find a place where life still shows.

Leave this place and find somewhere new

The people here bother me

My lungs can’t take the toxicity.

All those kinds of people

Moonlight

Antarctic breeze

Waves flowing in my mind

Daydreams at their peak

It will all fall into place. 

The less we say about it, the better.

I was happier then

Now I’m dead and fried

I’m so lonely

Coffee can’t help my situation

And weed just makes me sleep

Looking for the good life

I may never find. 

nothings  wrong

sorry not sorry

Trying to prove to you

Im sorry

But I’m not

Ill tell you what you want to hear

If you go away

Looking at the cracks on the sidewalk

To forget this sad sad mess

So gross and discombobulated

It makes my spine tingle

You never finish what you start

You’ve never had a broken heart

Leave me alone.