Istanbul

I came here to press pause on my day
Well, actually if I go home
I'd find myself just sitting there any way
Staring at a disconnected screen.
So I'll sit here in the sun,
Catch a few rays and listen to the sound of the waves
And forget the troubles
That are accompanied by it when it's done.

I've found a spot between lovers and some young boys
Who've cashed into their prize of alcohol
They hid between the rocks and some stories.
So many stories these rocks must know,
The storms, warm days and cold days of winter,
All piled up on top of each other
So many we could never know.
Out there on the water the islands are moving,
Leaving scars on the surface,
And us wondering what they're doing.
In the distance the city is hidden by its own haze,
To discover it I'll have to move through it,
But that I'll save for another day.

Hot Coals

I am far to angry to be writing
And I find my self in danger
Of revealing more than I need.
All the reader requires to grow their wold is one little seed.

How come so little posses the mind with such power?
Explain the physics behind the velvet curtain
Of your eyes.
Take the little you do know and spread them thin.
Compete with the galaxy for being being blown out of proportion.
As I let out a sigh,
No more will I believe the lies.
And I've come to realize
I stopped caring, some where in the middle
That part of me did die
And I've left you with me, a riddle.
Something you've done
Just a twinkle in the eye.
So let me in, or juggle me yet,
And let these fires stew.
I will not say that I know best
But don't you dare say that you do.

Leaving Friends

It seems so long ago
Yet it is only a semester that separates
But we're gone now
How strange to think back.
We're still around
And I'll see you one last time before I go.
But those evenings are forever lost.
Those nights where we sat in your front yard,
Drank to much
And talked of Love, Girls and God.
It's hazy now
And I'm coughing in a cloud of smoke.
One last time the night hours will pass
And we'll smile, laugh and reminisce
On the good times that we once had.

Confetti in the Atmoshpere

No ordained order,
Just pin pricks in a black sheet,
God's first artwork.
Putting our world in perspective,
The original Jackson Pollock.

Oh Meteor shower, were are are you?
I'm drifting away waiting.
Listening in on conversation as it floats across the water,
Mixing with the music playing.
Do you dare share your glory with such a lowly crowd?
With no hear to hear your travel stories,
Burning out your shining confetti
Just light to show, now sound.

O'Ryan

I've made my way home in the dark more often of late,
Slipping from my car,
And making my stealthy way through the front door.
I'll often regard the sky
With the casual observer's interest,
And find O'Ryan's belt,
Slung low around his waist.

He is the one,
The one people mos misinterpreted.
He has let the times change him,
A burning pin prick in his hand.

I always find him at night,
Leaning against the wall of some rusty red brick building,
Smoking a cigarette.
We know each other from highschool,
We saw each other in the halls.
I covered for him once,
And saved him some dirt,
So now we exchange nods.
Admitting to awkward recognition,
His grimy hands throw away the stub.
The sparks shine like starts where it hits the sidewalk.
He'll keep smoking,
And i'll know where to find him
If I find that I ever need one.

Minds and Ballistics

I have the illusion that I know my little world.
May be that's why I call it mine.
And I only get scared when our orbits cross.

Your reference to Juan Ramón Jiménez,
Then Paul Valéry, caught me off guard
And our perspective earths collided.

You left me wanting to know more,
To recite verse to myself
As I waste away the sand in the hour-glass of my shift.
May be I will subscribe to the article of the day.
But no, the click clack of that process does not suit demeanor  at the moment.
Better wait, and this too shall pass.


-Inspired by Luke Adams click here and Billy Collins

Good Old Girl

Take care now
You've learned this already.
She has shown her colors,
Do you dare share your own faded ones?
Your ignorance emanates from its patches,
Your faults stand out like a gash across its center.
Hide them away,
Or share your short comings
And come out all the better