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Age (2020)

I never really thought I would be twelve 
I never really thought I’d be twenty-one 
I never really thought I would be thirty-two 
I never really thought I would be old and grey 
I never  really  thought I’d be lying here, dying 

I just never really thought

Desolation of a City (2020)

The cold this morning is bearable. My velour shirt stops the wind, but my legs feel the numbness that cold brings. My Vibram soled boots flop-flop through the puddles left by the rain. Cracks and ruts are filled about the sidewalk and the smooth surfaces expose the reflection of whatever gazes into its field of view.
 
Somehow, I have always enjoyed splashing through puddles. Reminds me when I was younger, and I would pounce down on a puddle so hard the water would barely be crushing my coming down. I loved to drench my friends in a surprise attack.
 
Today the water feels like the desolation of a city in ruins. The grey hues of this morning offer me no joy as I approach my rendezvous point. I watch a crippled old man motion his way across the street. Funny, Physical affliction can happen to anyone, at any time, at any age. Simply because I am whole now, does not mean that someday I won’t, too, be stared at.
 
The puddles around me are nothing more than the decay of the streets and pavements. Little lakes doomed to be swallowed up when the sun returns. I feel like a piece of mud in an unyielding river.
The train now squeals down the track. Fifty cents I pay. Fifty cents for screaming wheels and eye games and cattle car ride too.

Does It Matter? (2019)

Reman, like the eagle
Or the great whales of the sea 
Are going to be lost 
From you and from me 
          And our children will not know 
         Of wounded knee or Geronimo 
         Or the great songs of the whales 
         That roamed the sea 
         The buffalo roam in heaven 

         Where the clear waters always flow 
         How long we will be 
         Only god can know 
Jesus died for peace 
And Hitler for gold 
But they are all gone, 
Does it matter anymore? 
         Anymore? 
         Our children will not know 
         Of wounded knee or Geronimo 
         Or the great songs of the whales 
         That roamed in the sea…
         Roamed 
                  In 
                  The 
                  ​Sea…  

Just who shall inherit what? (a conversation) 

How strange and noble are the mighty 
How weak and sick are the meek
Just who shall inherit what?

“I slay a huge dragon and carried off the loot”
“I begged for bread and rice upon which to eat” 
    “I am the rock” 
    “I am the island” 
“I am good looking, vivacious and horny” 
“I am for lion, wasted and lonely” 

    “I am the chose to follow” 
    “I am to follow the chosen” 
“I have my family, all are scholars” 
“I have my wife and three daughters” 
    “my house it runs four thousand miles” 
    “my house brings us no smiles” 
“to my children I leave a great fortune” 
“to my children I pray for love and devotion” 
    “my clothes smell of the sunset in Paris” 
    “my clothes are rainy and dewy at best” 
“I have a sword and a dagger” 
“I have a gun…. 


Falling (2018)

To love,
A falling cigarette

A moment taken
Gives my day texture

I was a lovely person

Plastic flowers
Are planted in the corner
Next to sand and river

A grave and a moonrise
Stand only for seconds

​​​​​         Are we still worried
                 I
Should            talk about beauty
We never learned our differences

Admit it.

We were yesterday
Taking a last second bus.

Humans (2017)

Swimming in blackness
Dreaming of madness

Hoping to be seen from a distance
     Heard
                    Loved
                                   Touched

​Leaving our mark through human existence
What is this
Vulnerability 
Of
Individual

We aren’t angels
Wannabe immortals

The dance goes on
As skies fall upon
This is all for practice 

Birds (2016)

There are birds in the sky/look at them fly/
With empty words/as if they are shy/but their tongues are tied/ 
Moving onwards as they sigh/leaving with no goodbye/ 
Wont sing the chords/as if they are on standby/but they will comply/
You might think its absurd/as you stand by/
Watching the birds in the sky/looking at them fly/

Mind Travel (2016)

mind travels
trying to unravel

the built up chaos in the head
just trying to go to bed
 
having troubles with sleeping
the demons keep on creepin
while angels keep on weeping
 
have you been here before
they keep knocking on my door
 
its good to have company
at least I have somebody

Distance (2015)

Not an Earth man
​Not even a rocket man
Nor man on the moon

Am I in space
Maybe just out of place

Not going anywhere
Still staying here

Disappearing for sometime
Days at a time

Looking at all these faces
Feels like I’m trading places.

Got to remind myself/
Who I am to myself.

Dream(s) (2015)

I cannot dream this enough.

Thinking about a fantasy, that will never become a reality
A feeling such as ecstasy, minor acts of brutality

​Thoughts in my head, that will never leave even when I go to bed
They appear in my dreams, strange as it seems, what does all this mean

Words living like ghost towns, What I really want to say, will never come out during the day

Dreams leave craving
But do I abide by wanting

Do I really want it. 
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