Passing Thoughts
Submerged in my subconscious
kaleidoscopes of many facets In my
mind
Like a circus
tapered with caution lines
Don't wander where I ponder
Claustrophobic metamorphosis
When I'm pinned to a corner
If there were only a parasail
To escape this carousel
I have no choice but to host
Angels and demons at the same table, parallel
A natural born traveler
So Glad wherever I land
Did You know the best reads are banned?
Where our ancestors bled is where You cry
About your broken phone or your broken heart
About who said what, about who saw the better art
To sacrifice is no man's best friend
a dead end is what I must lend
New York Unreal
A chance to dance on the train with your lover
Without a thought of a pickpocket
Giving blue flowers that sing to her like Elvis
Foolish and lovely
accepting that were subtly fools in love, always hungry
No premeditation. No expectation but our own.
On the street, orchestras jazz on
Vivid Purples and blues shooting out of their saxophones and drums
As loud as elephants and guns
colors embody the sounds and light the night
Neons and velvet textures glowing the walls
Veins of light follow our feet.
Ode to a Lost Beauty
May her eyes forever be excited
Like Almonds enlightened by the sun
Her smile is like a string
of perfect pearls
Her hair curls like relaxed smoke in a closed room
We were once in closed rooms
Her voice a gentle harp
Her skin spotted with beauty marks
Pinpoints of what she has seen
a map of desire I can't confide
A cheetah at rest I can best describe
May her beauty die ever so slowly
For the ones who do aspire
Admire the ones like her
For the ones who do desire
Perspire at the very sight of her
Interaction
Showing up at your friends door unannounced
Without a raised eyebrow in return
'Cause these days, human interaction is always scheduled
Robotic, unnatural.
When texting was prepubescent
..Not used as a buffer between word and
Emotion
Technology is inevitably aging our history exponentially. As much as I appreciate it, it is boxing, blurring our natural expressions into little screens, predetermined "options", etc.
Making a Young guy like me seem super old ...outdated...daydreaming about normal simple plain human things.
Like showing up at my friends front door
Saying "hey" and actually smiling.
Nothing else needed.
Civil
Learning to appreciate
Is the toughest thing
when You've Lost
It is that once-a-champion's cliché..
Feeling like a wash-up, although no one sees it that way.
A restart, or what my generation would parallel with, a reboot
Tough skin layers around
my wounds from the past
A cloak really.
Instantaneously
The cerebral carousel of distraught memories
slowly
fade
away
and with time I create new uplifting ones
It's a necessity, derived from want and will
Because I won't die, I don't die
It's A bittersweet feeling
Like a snake shedding its experienced skin
to writher into new territory
& Whether I like it or not
I need that uneasy feeling
The cigarette smoke
Sits on my lips
Reminding me to retreat for another one and
another
...and another
The Carousels of my many dimensions, different addictions, realities, thoughts, relationships
spinning spinning and spinning
until a connection is made
I can see and realize its value as a chess piece in this game of reality
And at the end of the day
the civil war within myself
always has a winner