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

Forever Dance

Chords crashing on a silent reverie
Breaking a little, dancing on a string
to nowhere, where do you go?
A single flower on a wide open space
Eyes wide open, but
Mind shut.

Doctrines I teach you learn not
Only a missense mentality
But a dishwashed dream
of syllables I translate into the
Words
Every word I wish you'd believe


A boy on a fragment, a freefall, a forever fantasy
Final call for
Clean blue circles are not
But I don't.
I won't be the one
Fix you yourself
Too young, too dumb
Pretending clear skies on snow days
Nothing is solved, unhaze the craze and
Try.

A girl on a pinnacle, a pinwheel, a forever party
Twisting and turning each thought you do not
Why now, why you cannot explain
But rather do.
Only doing, doers fall
Don't fall
Forget all you ever wanted
Bleached frames of what you cannot see
But I do
That's what to do
I can't be the one to sing you itoldyaso's in three years
Itellyaso instead now

You and I,
a drift, a daze, a forever dance.

Shorts

Flashing hungry eyes
Terrified of lies (but only if I cry)
Poems of tomorrow, I surmise
will into portraits arise
Dark creatures lie with a sinister smile and inviting eyes
Eyeing the prize of a plan not executed
Properly

Proper figments of disguise
Shielding my lies, but wait,
I don't lie, I only try
yesterday's truths into tomorrow's byes
I decide
I control the sides of which stories I tell

Short-lived, short life, short cries
of temporary joy and reflecting upon my actions
I am victor, always
Good night.

Archaeology

Clouds collapse on each other feeling
They've had their share of my burden
Mirrors transcend the powder you dust on my face
Painting me the way you want that day

It's wrinkled, you know, wrinkled and crow feet and fossils and dinosaurs and archaeology
But you assume me to break upon command,
Laugh upon words you feed to
others who differentiate not the blurred line
flying between perfection and possibility

Ah, I'd have you know every detail
But details remain fragments of complete truths I refuse to tell
You pretend to think to know to see through
but my outer layers and think we'd
intersect and intertwine
Cards and tricks I cannot mine
till beacons of hazy nights swallow mysteries into
the story of a time

Once in a limelight
Twice in a green light
Inconstant feelings sigh