Thursday, May 31, 2007

Nice Talking to You

I'm sure I don't have it right,
Especially since I'm really not talking about it,
Though, in a loose way I might point out to you,
Where I think things do not fit.

Like when the point is not to say anything,
But to leave everyone in an state of awe,
Or, I guess, stuttering because all you can hope for,
Is non-action from being slack-jawed.

But, there you go, I knew that there was something,
Because there really is an end in view,
And that is for everyone to suspend judgement,
And to spend their time listening to you.

And it would be alright,
If that actually happened.
But don't tell me that you're not passing judgement,
Or that you don't really have any ends.

Wednesday, May 30, 2007

Climbing the Ladder

You must be really happy,
About where you are.
I'm not really saying that as an observation,
But as an order.

'Cause if you're not- well actually,
Do I really give an damn?
The less happy people there are in the world,
The closer to success I am.

Happiness draws people to you,
And you can't have success in a vacuum.
You need others to prop you up on their shoulders,
And place you up among the few.

And it's alright,
If you have to prop others up in turn,
You'll never have as much weight as the people below you,
Which gives you much more energy to learn.

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

The Jones'

Isn't it much better,
To do with what you've got,
Instead of living with what you don't,
And owing a lot?

Well, maybe not because you only live once,
And you can't take it with you when you die.
As long as you kick the bucket before,
Your debtors finally ask you to rectify.

F money, I agree, it's not natural,
But, to do that, it's best not to get tied up,
In it, if you really want to screw it,
It's best to not over-fill your cup.

To make it all right,
It's actually best to focus on nothing else,
Until you get to a point where you don't have to think about it at all,
And you can finally think about yourself.

Monday, May 28, 2007

Remember You

It doesn't take long,
To feel like life is passing you by,
Or to feel like it's the best in the world,
Or to get a new lease on life.

Imagine you were just thrown into,
The circumstances that you are in now,
But that you are actually the most powerful person in the world.
You'd be able to change things somehow.

Or would you, yes you would, there's always something,
That would bring you closer to,
The person you always thought that you were,
That is somewhere deep inside you.

And it's not alright,
If that person never comes out.
How many chances do you think you have,
At wringing all you can of this life out?

Sunday, May 27, 2007

How to Pick a Heart

Potatoes stay a long time,
You can eat them, even if they get soft,
Just tear their long eyes out and boil them good,
Then fry them up until they're hard enough.

Zucchini's different, I would leave them alone,
If they're so soft that they're actually mushy.
I couldn't tell you how they taste in that state,
So, if you know, why don't you tell me?

But really, both potatoes and zucchinis,
Should be firm and fresh when you eat them,
And if you think I'm saying the same thing about the heart,
Well, you know, I guess I am.

And it's alright,
If your heart's lost some of its firmness,
Unlike vegetables, it can be refreshed,
With a little rest and tenderness.

Saturday, May 26, 2007

Space Filler

I guess you don't always have,
To have something to say.
Sometimes you can just talk and talk,
And talk and talk and talk all day.

From wanting someone to understand you,
And finding more complex ways to do it,
With your voice instead of pointing at things,
To just making noise to point out you exist.

What goes through your mind when you're doing that?
Well, I'll tell you 'cause it's quite something,
A perfect unity within your body,
Of mind and soul and obliviouty.

And it's alright,
If you use words that don't exist,
When you're just talking for the sake of it,
You may as well create something while you're at it.

Friday, May 25, 2007

Outside of This

Though this is not the same,
As the ones that came before,
Amidst this difference there's a project underway,
That looks alike much more.

And will it be revealed? Well, I don't think so,
Because, then, questions start to make it different,
And right now it should just be what it is,
Without other minds trying to mould it.

Also, growth can be stunted by expectation,
Especially because no one can know,
What something's meant to be, and thinking you do,
Can make it be used for what it was never meant for.

And it's not alright,
If this time it never grows up.
At this age you'd think I could get something done.
I'm no longer a little pup.

Thursday, May 24, 2007

If I Were a Telephone Conduit

I wish I was a conduit,
The kind, like for a telephone,
From which many extension come from,
In somebody's home.

That I can sit there day and night and no one notice,
How, through me, their world rapidly flies,
Slowly, slowly I change with no avoidance,
Of the reality that I'll eventually die,

At which moment my death will not be obvious,
As I'll let out no screams or final farewell.
Only by a search for the termination of movement,
Will they ever be able to tell.

And it will be alright,
Once they bring me back to life,
And I am once again a conduit for their life,
I will, at the same time, have a meaning to mine.

Wednesday, May 23, 2007


I am not afraid,
To talk of the dark moments,
When, despite all the successes you might have in life,
It all seems a disappointment.

When the cloud that always hovers on the horizon,
Pulls you to the edge of the earth,
Because no matter how much you think you know,
That knowledge ultimately has no worth.

Because no matter what you have in this world,
It can be taken in the blink of an eye.
In that darkness before your lids lift again,
Nothing exists except 'why'.

But it's alright,
Even if everything changes in a flash,
Whether it's good or bad is not guaranteed.
Nor is there any guarantee it will last.

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Picking a Moment

I don't want to focus,
On a particular,
As if it held the key to all I need.
I'd rather not have to go that far.

'But then,' you say, 'nothing is said at all,
When pointing at nothing with nothing.
If you want to make sense of what you see,
You must, for example, use something.'

So there you go, space and time has gone,
And no real noun can really be found,
To be receptive of a positive word.
And, yet, I feel as if we've both come around,

To be alright.
Though, I may be wrong this time.
Are we on the same page, or have I managed again,
To write one that could only ever be mine?

Monday, May 21, 2007

Morning Joy

What can I tell you,
That you will understand?
You look at me and speak in grunts and 'baa's,
Just like a man.

And when I hold you, you seem most content,
That's when there's no need to say anything at all,
Yet there you go with some 'maa's and a long, low tone,
As if you were ten feet tall.

And then the silence, and the knowing smile,
Just before you show me something new you've learned,
As simple as sitting up by yourself.
I'm delighted by each new turn.

And it's alright,
That we will understand each other soon,
Really, we'll just be changing the language we use,
And not the tune.

Sunday, May 20, 2007

Heaven's Scent

Where it is you end up,
Is not the end.
Just like you will never fulfill your dreams,
Because they change as soon as you get them.

And when you stop, well you have stopped living,
Because life is movement itself.
Don't tell me there's nothing worth living for,
If you're alive enough to tell.

Just the scent of something, like say a rose,
Is communication with life.
So go out and smell something to try to remember,
That angst's aroma is actually quite nice.

Ah, it's alright,
No, it's even better than that.
Every moment on this earth is a gift,
And every smell is an intimate act.

Saturday, May 19, 2007

Past Regrets

What is it other people,
Really think about what you've done?
Even if you ask them, no matter what they say,
There's room for suspicion.

And you can't escape wanting to paint everything,
With the same brush that you always do,
So if you think something you've done is embarassing,
You think that they think that about you, too.

So, without changing who you are, what is more stressful,
To assume the worst, or give the benefit of the doubt?
I say the latter, because trying to connect with others,
Is what life is all about.

And it's alright,
To still cringe when you think of something from the past,
Just as long as you can still smile afterwards,
When you think in what light by others it's also cast.

Friday, May 18, 2007

I AM Blessed

You're right, I'm very lucky,
I have a lot going for me right now,
My wife IS great, and my son IS perfect,
And I'll say it out loud.

F superstition and jinxing it all,
When something is, it doesn't kill it,
To celebrate it. Why not be loud and proud,
At least for one moment?

And even if I were to lose it all this moment-
Well, I don't really want to think about that.
For that to happen, all life'd need to be sucked out of me,
Because I'd fight for them until I loved our cats.

And it's alright,
If I lost every limb,
My luck is not in what I can lose,
But in the love I get from her and him.

Thursday, May 17, 2007


I first thought that it was Geri,
Halliwell that died, and not Falwell,
And I was sad because she is so young.
Thank god she is still feeling well.

And then I realized the state of actual things,
In my mind when I think of the world,
And how it quickly changes to the general,
Before I can make a comment on particulars.

Maybe that is a good thing, though it makes it difficult,
In conversations when the facts are all floating,
Vaguely around without concretness to any truth,
Except that they don't really mean anything.

But it's alright,
Everyone gets by the best that they can,
Some by singing and giving to the poor,
Others by denouncing public schools as the tool of satan.

Wednesday, May 16, 2007

You Have Arrived

I've seen many people,
And I've seen a different life for every person I've seen,
Sometimes I think that some of those lives should be switched,
And that some people should never have been.

And then there are events in my life,
That I used to regret,
That seemed to me to have been done by someone else,
That would constantly roll around in my head.

And don't get me started on what I should be doing,
I've often thought I should be somewhere else,
And that if everyone was who they should be,
I'd finally be rewarded for being myself.

But it's alright,
Eventually, you have to confess,
That where you are is the best place you could be,
And getting there required everything else.

Tuesday, May 15, 2007

I'm Getting Wet

How quickly things can change,
Like the rain on a sunny day,
Like the emotions in a small space,
Nobody wants to live this way.

But that is life, just look at anything,
How long do you think it will stay like that?
Part of being healthy is going with the flow,
And not getting caught up in facts.

And escaping for moments at a time,
And releasing the spigot in your mind.
But don't let it flow out in the wrong company,
Unless you really want to change your life.

And it's alright,
If you have to step out in the rain sometimes,
You may get wet, but you'll be brought back to nature,
And be reminded of your love of sunshine.

Monday, May 14, 2007

Another Work Week

My head is all cloudy,
My body is tired,
The world is calling me to start another week of work,
To both remain and maintain buyers.

And sitting beside me is this cat,
Who, last I checked, eats, sleeps and... well that's it.
I think the Man is laughing at me right now.
I bet he never hoped it'd get to this shit.

Of course, this is only a momentary lapse,
'Cause, once I get going everything will seem great,
Partly because I hope that in the end,
I will have enough cash to recuperate.

And it's alright,
It's the precious moments that make it good.
Like when my son smiles when I finally get home,
With enough time to play with him and down some food.

Sunday, May 13, 2007

Happy Mother's Day

There is nothing more pure,
Than what you have done for me,
By creating, teaching and protecting,
And then setting me free.

Of all the connections I have to all others,
The one I have with you is a reminder,
That unselfishness and love actually exist.
And what makes me look for it in others.

I would do anything for you, just as you did for me.
If I had to, I would give up everything,
Just like you did to make sure that I grew up,
With confidence, in health and with opportunities.

And you're alright,
Even if I might make you mad sometimes,
Ultimately, mum, I'm your greatest champion,
And you will always be mine.

Saturday, May 12, 2007

Don't Take the Time to Read This

There is no time at all,
Which is nothing new or bad.
Each moment is filled with the joy of just living,
And each one could be your last.

A wasted moment doesn't exist at all.
Waste only exists within its existence,
And if you don't take the time to acknowledge that,
Well, 'waste' might be relevant.

But, within reality, each moment is precious,
Not just because it ensures your continuance,
But because it's the only proof you have of the world,
In which you live.

And it's alright,
If you forget that sometimes,
That forgetfulness is important too for the realization,
Of the preciousness of the rest of the time.

Friday, May 11, 2007

Life Offers No Certainty

On one side there's so much,
I wish I could have done,
While just ahead of me, if I had done them,
I wouldn't get to do what's to come.

And in a moment everything can change,
Though the person dealing with it won't.
Oops, I think something just happened and I'll never know,
If what I thought I do do, now I don't.

Forget the past, it gives you no clue,
And the future will never be known.
Right now is something so unconceivable.
Is this making you feel alone?

Oh, it's alright,
These are not new thoughts,
But often forgotten amongst our dreams,
Though they should actually be thought of a lot.

Thursday, May 10, 2007

The Secret to Life

I am feeling sick now,
And, in fact, a little tired,
But like anything else in this life,
It's only a temporary chink in my armor,

For unless time is taken to adjust,
And tighten every cinch that has loosened,
Eventually exposure will occur,
For no reason other than not being diligent.

I guess the lesson is to add that stitch in time,
Not that a lesson always need be had.
Maybe inertia will eliminate the need for adjustment,
Until your joints ossify. I guess that's not bad.

And it's alright,
I'll tell you life's secret,
As long as there is room in the next line,
And I don't waste it.

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

My Millions

I have never felt better,
Though, those are high-falutin' words.
The air is fresh and I want for nothing,
Except, of course, a billionaire's coffers.

I am healthy and so is my family,
And we lack for nothing.
We relax together under the evening sky.
If only our bank account was teeming.

We smile and joke and enjoy tootling around,
We count ourselves lucky for finding each other.
We spend our days separately, but enjoyably,
Just give us a fortune for rainy weather.

And it's alright,
That half our time we think of money.
That's what this world is ultimately about,
And what helps us appreciate other things.

Tuesday, May 08, 2007

Sculpturing Your World

Life gets so much better,
With the adjustment of the mind,
Just as in one moment actions can be interpreted,
As both selfish and kind.

But the mind can't feed you or protect you from rain,
Though, yes, the insane can accomplish amazing things.
I guess my point is at some point reality,
Is either abandoned or begins infiltrating.

So the trick is to make reality shape,
Itself to what you have in your mind.
So is it luck or incredible strength
To make this happen, that one must find?

It's alright,
Yes, only time will tell,
But, it is time that you can interpret as you like,
Until you figure out how to manufacture the celestial.

Monday, May 07, 2007

I'm Not Sad

Usually the sadder I sound,
The happier I tend to be,
For, what better vantage point of something,
Than from a little ways away?

But now I'm lying for that's not always true,
And my words are real reflections of my thoughts
And feelings at the time that they come out,
But they're usually gone as quickly as they're sought.

And, again, I'm not sure if this is all truth.
Sometimes, I am sad as can be.
Though that is rarely because of circumstances,
And, to be honest, it's when I feel truly free.

And it's alright,
I really am a happy guy.
Even in joy I tend to sound all depressed.
It's just how I express my life.

Sunday, May 06, 2007

With You

I hope your anxiety,
Is found out soon,
And that it is more a state of mind,
Than a state of a world ruined.

I will be with you from beginning to end,
Unless my presence makes things even worse,
In which case we will go our separate ways,
Though, then, my own state I surely will curse.

But, if not, then we will face it together,
And go across the ocean if we have to,
To clear your mind of all that has cause the unrest.
I would cross fire for you.

And it's alright,
If it takes a lifetime to figure out,
Though that would suck, we'll have a lifetime of hope,
And that is better than a lifetime of doubt.

Saturday, May 05, 2007

Life's Causes

I could not be much sadder,
While having so much.
Could it be that the more you have,
Life also gets more tough?

Now I could not be much happier,
For what more could I want?
Do the circumstances run the emotions,
Or are the reasons for feelings simply sought?

I'm all alone now in my lonely thoughts,
And I wish I had it all back,
For it's when your perspective is changed,
That you can see things as fact.

And it's alright,
I am distracted through all this,
My son has just discovered how to sit and play,
And that's something I can't miss.

Friday, May 04, 2007

Being Realistic

When do you know you are,
Where you ought to be?
Well, when you acknoweldge where it is you are.
And you're standing beside me.

Nothing in this world assures you things are right,
And there are always things testing your faith,
But turn to me and I will swear to the world,
That we have it made.

And look at anyone near or far,
And you will see someone who's not sure either,
Because, anyone who knows all there is to know,
Is missing out on life's greatest feature.

And it's alright,
If you get depressed now and then,
I would be worried if you didn't,
That you weren't into contemplation.

Thursday, May 03, 2007

Away From Home

Once you go down one road,
That puts your heart at ease,
And you traverse the bush to the one beside you,
It makes you weak at the knees.

The loneliness sheds light on all of the things,
That you could not see when you were where you were,
And suddenly you miss everything,
That you lived for.

And if there was no way back, could you ever find,
That type of fulfillment in the place you crossed to?
Only if you filter your eyes differently,
And invented another you.

And it's alright,
Thank god you can always go back,
Unless you don't pay attention to where you came from.
I guess, then, you never really knew where you were at.

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

The Voluntary Human Extinction Movement

I don't know why I get so angry,
At the people who think that,
To save this world we should just stop procreating.
I mean, it just makes more room for my brats.

Maybe it's because it's running away from the problem,
Because, really, it only exists,
Yes, because we are on the planet,
But, we're also the only ones who give a shit.

The earth will do fine whether we're here or not,
Whether we stop birthing or we blow it up,
And there are plenty other planets around,
Coming, gone and living it up.

And no, it's not alright,
That you can adopt if you want a kid,
That just creates a demand for unwanted babies,
And doesn't affect the number of people created.

Tuesday, May 01, 2007


Is it really possible,
To give a ride to a hooker by accident?
I can tell you that it certainly is,
As to me that just happened.

Okay, so it was 2:30 in the morning,
And she seemed to know that bum pretty well,
But, then again, she had on jeans and a sweatshirt,
So, I don't know to whom she was trying to sell.

But it became obvious two minutes in,
When she described herself as a working girl,
And bad-mouthed whores who gave it up for five bucks,
And wanted to know if I wanted to go for a whirl.

And it's alright,
That cop did not try to follow us,
And she did give me a flower, after all.
Like she said, "Every moment is momentous".