4th and Final

Creativity is a magnet, polarizing the practical and dreaming
Drought dried distaste for dimmer dinners
Blurred into one piece de la resistance
I change the streams of my own glory
Volition is stronger.

Believing I didn't need home
The unexplored world is but my temporary home
Which do I choose?
Indecision haunts souls that dance together in limelight
Hidden in subway tracks
Kind of shrugging into contradictions
in the night-line
in the high-line
in The End.

Summer Mindset

Winter has overstayed his welcome
Left his shoes at the doorstep in October
But it's almost April now,
almost spring, almost endless things
A lover who won't leave
Leave me be

Every day I daydream of California breeze
Sun striking my tanned, red cheeks
Simpler days, he reads my childhood
back to me like textbook creeds

One take, only take,
all more than mistakes
Criticizing, scrutinizing, deconstructing
I miss you more

I miss not the weather
But the beauty in a mundane life
Every day a play off yesterday
More dreaming, less thinking,
More singing, less blinking

So many times I thought of running
But his shackles are iron and my will
Weak enough to dismiss
The will to write of a summer I miss

Come back to me.

Swimming to Sunshine

I need some distraction
Let me be weightless and find peace
in darkness and depths of wreckage
May I find some sanctuary,
some storm to lift the weight

Capture the sentiments of a
calming song you sing me
and the endlessness of the night
flirting with forever

The arms of music
wraps me in melodies
And I, lonely I
inspire a million lights, an encyclopedia
of eighteen years of life

Why do I seem so old? So wrinkled, yet so unwise
Complexities creep 'neath my fingertips
Striving to be happy and carefree and
swimming forever to sunshine

Lullaby Me

Lullaby me to a silent reverie
as the symphony swells and you
paint a shining crest of fortunes you
craft in my memory

I speak to wisps of reality
trickling in dreams unknown,
haunting every thought
with the beauty of productivity

Industrialized thoughts, flowering
tomorrow's fantasy and
boughs of creased hopes, your
original origami seeks release

Attempting to cry, attempting to see
what I hide, what I most ardently seek

Sorrows seep in souls unknown
Fall-away dreams, mysterious gleams
All my memories, peace

Granite Fashions & Cellophane Strings

Rivers fall on tracks riveting
Everyday citizens lining ordinary heights
Ants see only peripherally
Little thoughts, little dreams,
Little wishes, little themes
Crumbling to chocolate liquor streams
Swimming upstream to tags unworn by modest upbringings
Jumping downstream to a different face of fantasy
Magic has a different name
A different flame, a bittersweet game

Granite fashions and cellophane strings
Frozen fingertips and broken heartstrings
Winter prys those who fall to the feet of blistering reality
Tears from an angry cloud swish in unproofed shoes
Left unprovoked and untarnished
Wash, rinse and repeat

Want inspiration? Run somewhere else
Secrets color streaks in a lonely palm tree
Three days is plenty