fashionable friend

summer's
breeze
in
simple
keys

heard
along
the
ivory
with
strings

the
soundtrack
to
a
moment
lasts
forever

the
feelings
and
the
words
never
forgot

written
out
into
celluloid

onto
other's
minds

for
the
world
to
know
and
own

nothing
is
sadder
than
an
idea
lost
along
with
the
tear
to
go
with
it

my good shadow

step lightly
my good shadow

if i hear you
i will turn
on the llight

i know you
are there

you must
know your
place

i
have
control. . .
not
you

i will let
you be
for now

and when
i call upon
you
only answer

i hear your
words

i have rroom
for you
not from you

take pride
to see
yourself
physically

my heart
will only
speak
the
truth

celestial

long time overdue....

bubbles

i feel like i'm in a bubble
and no one seems to care
such a long series of
months full of fog

decisions were made
reality lived with
and you let me
go. without word

as though i was
someone else
a whole other person
never cared for

my heart is heavy
once again stuck
with only choices
never a guide

you all seem to
move on quickly
all i ask is that
you push, inquire

make me speak

music, a conversation i had

this is my part of a conversation i had where i tried to
talk about music...

"when it comes to music we could have long conversation about why things are good.
but when it comes down to it. the stuff i really like is only because i feel its emotionally sincere. there's something about it that hits me

and technically i am in love with tracks that combine digital beats with real instruments like piano. (though it may be an electronic piano)
its the kind of music i wish i could make myself

aww but wait!
i understand the sadness, but it makes me happy in its sadness. its the ability to understand how sadness is good and a part of things. its sadness without the weight

well without owning the weight

if i cry its because i understand that person or it takes me to an understanding of where that inspration must have come from"

28

Age is a shirt pulled form the hamper
It hasn’t been there long, yet you can tell
Near perfection masked
By a sign of time gone by
Scars and tears, wrinkles, discoloration
Though you want to pull it off
And iron it but don’t care enough
The small pleasantries become daily routine
In youth one routine is felt
Trick yourself into believing
I struggle against calculated reiteration
Of my days like a rerun cartoon
But somehow the soft caress of it
Calls to me and seems peaceful

27

Wooden floors and man made structures
We build and build
Creating new edifices of new elements
We need to put our place down
By a temperature too hot to be
Handled and it needs to withstand
An environment unknown to this
Structure………
Lets spend more money than half
The families make in a year
To create a slightly different
Type of cement
that is only one atom new
but looks the same

26

Bukowski told me to
He said to keep pushing
Not to look back
And tell it like it is
His words were dirty, like his mind
My mind follows
His sincerity is truth
My sincerity call me lies
So I’ll just read a few more lines quietly
His life spewed out
My piece
Paper confessions to an imaginary priest
How do I repent
Constant smoke, a cool haze
And the taste of energy
I write to get it out

25

A beautiful voice
That one day spoke true
And now that voice has
Disappeared
Gone
Banished for its opinion
Its thoughts
The strength and hope
Once heard
Lost
For the world cannot
Hear what will upset
The gentile place
It has reached
In ignorance

24

Sick dogs fighting in the alley
They have knowledge
They know where to bite
Blood flows and hits the ground
Possessed by rage and
A virus inside
Both bitten once before
Residual memory loss affects
Still both recognize and linger
Now the oly way to kill the
Moment’s pain is to keep
Reaching, bleeding
Maybe one won’t walk away
Is the past like a drug
That can enrage or confuse
Or has affect become a mask

23

Incongruency of live structure
And chemical inbalance
The recognizable subconscious
View of the light that
Makes up life
Like a film we view
Our lives are only
Perception of light and sound
Texture and smell nothing
Nothing has a defined
Or determinate figure
It is only the conjunction
Of description, verbage used
By all that coincides
Descriptions jive so their
Is no doubt
But cosmically somewhere
A moment occurs
When spirit becomes consciously
Aware of physicality
Possibly death for some
Moments of enebriation for others
That become lost
Played down by influence of drugs
And false awareness
Reality is a drag sometimes

22

Free Trade
Trade a chemical necessity for another
One bad, one allowed, one prescription
Another store shelved and labeled with a
Humorus charicature that secretly offends
The dark hides those who accept that the
Soul feeds on depravity and culture
Only when that light reaches them do
We dictate and force our ideals upon them
“No, I can save you…”
Look into a mirror and save yourselves
Self aware should be a motto and description
There is an edge between aware and overly aware
Why? Open your eyes, find out why
People are scared to know themselves
It is a struggle to stay aware
Fight a desire to be numb
Scary and lonely
But right

21

Humbled
7:30 Sunday morning
I pick up a 24 oz. coffee and a sandwich
I make my way to the subway
I haven’t slept
When I get there the train pulls away
Waiting is the only option
I am tired and happy
The only solice I have
Resonates from two large earphones
I finish my sandwich
Just then a homeless man
Reaches into the trash can
He is close
A few more times he passes by
Each is too close for me
I stand to get away, frustrated
Then he approaches and speaks
I ignore him, I am angry
Not because he is angry of offensive
He is sad, he is hungry
He holds a moment then recedes
How happy am I
He is away from me
I can return to my cd player, cell phone, camera
My pumas and my fashion
Thank god I am allowed to be
My angry, cranky, no sleep
World in my hands, twenty-something
White male, in college, middle class
Man of hate
I almost cry
Whomever sits out and looks down
Has just let me know
I am cruel and I have learned

20

There is noise behind me
It is growing and distracting
Mindless conversation
Jumbled words
And music unrecognizable
Is there a thought
I do not regret
One I can let go
I have baggage like no other
Like noise
All around me
Confusing me, scaring me
I wait only for the quiet

19

I think remorsefully of the days
I loved and have now lost
My cycle is to regret these feelings
And just ignore them
Why can’t I just accept and be thankful
I was allowed to love
I have placed the greatest
Value on this intangible thing
I prey for moments like those
Only conceived by mind
Forgetful I am that I have been lucky enough
To use that word more than once in my life
Why can’t I be happy
Why do I dwell
Why have I found it only to lose it?
Maybe a series of loves is how the soul grows
Maybe I made mistakes
The only thing I know for sure
That I do not doubt
Is that I am capable
and I do need to love again

18

Clasped hands and smiles open wide
Protective bubble
Summertime love and protective eyewear
The season of union
Visual cues and subtle scent
Man and animal alike
Off season is over

17

Yellow boundary with a green backdrop
Noise as silence
Pretty pony tails and a large bank account
Letting the danger bake in
Flapping wings with melodic chirps
Happy unpaid true musician
Nature’s canopy in high contrast
For once I’m calm
Driven by the right desire
I remember this feeling
I welcome it

16

Simplify the remedy and the masses will allow
No time for us to decide
Only those with true ability will last past the hour
Forget only that which can hold you back
And that is everything
The mind is a plateau of rectangular shape
With a beginning and an end
Most people stop short of really understanding
Which is the correct color of the sky
Feedback for ears as karma for the soul
The eye yet to open but the mind is awake
Keep living and you will die
Live to die and know eternity
Inspiration is an object, a place, a woman
Rhythmic time or your mind forgets itself
Think about now and tomorrow but not yesterday winding down today I will awake by myself but
I will not be alone
Thank the sun and your heart but do not forget
To keep your eyes open

15

Synchronized living
Channel 1345
Everyday every hour
Millions of lives set by one clock
Millions of goals fixed on one prize
Flashing lights and no free will
Walk along plotted paths
Pre packaged floods
Style is trend
Exams to find housing
So called education
So called free will
Go ahead
Go

14

Is it the quiet that stopped the rain
Or did the rain bring the quiet
Quiet and silence move like an animal
It stalks those that do not see it
It comes and goes as it pleases
I have made friends with silence
We help each other
Like a kitten rubbing your leg
Silence returns subtly and says hello
I will go now and ask it to stay with me
It will inevitably leave
But it will not leave for good

13

Children have the hearts
And dreams to save the world
We must nurture their spirit
And not destroy or deter their will
The sickness and sadness we
Are infected with is
More apparent to them
If only for a moment
We could forget our selfish
Thoughtless ways and do
For children what they do for us
Even in the smallest way
They make us smile
They make us cry
Remember
Children make us happy
They are pure of heart
And pure of mind
We are not here to destroy that
We are here to help them
Because they will help us

12

Homeless words and park bench slumber
Shaded lovers words like wind
Sunday conversation best kept secret
Movie stars and empty bars
Summer slows
Calm breeze blows
Towering buildings act
Like gods from former days
Uncertainty falls and the future walks on
But for some the past has yet to leave

11

Dead leaves race to the finish
While the murmur echoes
News broadcast and commercial tune
Summer skies like blank canvass’
Friendly discourse fronts an evil eye
Heat steals the will from many
But the cool breeze inspires us all
Alternative styles and secret intents
Followed by comic book threads
And the reminder that a clock
Has hands for us all

10

Reason without understanding
Caught by a web
Summer haze and commending ways
Dry leaves lay like the wounded
Small minds small feet big heart
Questionable degree of happiness
Necessity indeed within the white bag
Latter days means better ways
Cruel intent of the spoiled youth
Aged eyes see the truth easily
Sleep softly and let the shade blanket you
Screeching machines make audible boundaries
A single leaf falls silently
And the eyes of a child grow wide
One lonely pigeon waddles to find his friend

9

If the heart of a liar is true
Does that make the liar genuine?
Thrive to walk a moral path
Amidst culture knee deep in shit
It is unknown to them that their morals
and way of life are changing
even inside them
they are not allowed to choose
free will is gone
free will is a tangential conversation
used to distract the confident
stay conscious, do not look away

8

Low murmur of a generation
Trying not to be forgot
Out and about are political minions
And other of Satan’s worshipers
Small family units laugh and play
Unaware of the shadowy players among them
Passed by a parade of hope and confusion
Dead leaves lay like bodies from a war
Covering the land
As the masses choose to ignore
Clock out and take your lunch break
Uniforms worn by all
Some dictated, some chosen
Tiny learners need a leash
For the path is dirty
For now, the day only passes into grey

7

An aged reminder passes by
What follows is the lust
Of youthful intentions
Somewhere in between
Lies your hart and mind
A balancing act inside
Decisions to make now
To consider our future
Or live without a past
One day the past
Will be the only thing
That holds value to us
Its worth comes only
From actions without
Concern or regret
One plays against
The other daily
The only choice
Is to simply let go

6

Wide open exchange and display
Sleepy morning movement goes
Parade yourself your costly vibe
Price tag necklace along side
The costly sale of a heart
Somewhere here amidst it
The dreamers sit and wait
One will come quietly
Sneak past our perimeter
But there is always one
Who finds it and
Rides it to its fullest

5

Perfection in the state of mind placed gently down
Small markings made on bleached nature
A mind can be poisoned even the god thought
There is a place to be reached
A momentary happiness
Quick moments soon forgotten yet gained from
If life does not reach this modern concept of status
Happiness should fall from the ideas and creativity that lies within
Lies within all of us

4

The slow financial collapse
Of a world created solely
Of electronic intent
The past is not our adversary
For the future stalks us
Head long into the
Devastation of worlds
Centuries in the making
Which prophets will prove?
Anger and hatred steel the
Machine now in control of a globe
All prominence has one desire
That desire is financial gain
And control over the institutions
That governs finance
If this is the means let there not be an end
It is choice that lies as a barrier
Between us and the inevitable
Think before

3

Saddened hearts and mild faces
These are the souls and minds
That bring forth the inspiration
Melancholy is not the intention
A frown can mean more than unhappiness
There is a need to see past
The external glow of the peripheral
What lies within is a beauty
Like that which many never know
A smile breeds a thousand hearts
Anyone with a soul must know
Cry out now; let your need be known
If you have desire fulfill it
A life is short in measure
But never ending placed in thought

2

Corporate armies line the public places
Uniforms and innuendo in sync
No cares no needs the father takes care
Strategizing for the war
This place is full of them
These that have lost and won
Even the few that are the sad
Refugees of a commercial planet
Nametags, ties, and the double breasted
Aged veterans echo our future
Children cry here not for need
But to feed the need for excess
Long distance vision for financial need
Let them eat cake
Not the overly processed packages
That exemplify the way of life
They work to ensure the dumbing down of youth
And social malfunction
Need but apply, the focus is too great
Turns to malaise a brainwashing
Lost and born into disillusionment
It is the educated of soul
Through the mind that are open
Corporate lackeys have education
But no inspiration do not confuse it w/greed
The world if full of anti-business men
The masses need only read a few of their words
A few words reach many people
That is a beginning