The Exploration

daze/days Kids cry out Outside of my house It’s fun that they’re having But right now it’s too loud So close all the windows And shut both the doors For them it is spring But inside this house You can’t even tell Too many clouds Keeping blind the sun That used to shine Keeping the elms upright The breeze might Not feel so cold If the sun would finally arise Find a way to be shone But everyday is bright These clouds, I hold Blurring my vision And making me old Body is hurting Thoughts no longer are told Fading to this fog Need to read my own blog Learn how to come back to life It’s grip is getting to tight Days go by So let them Let each day die And let the good memories Live on, only in the mind Look up at the sky Everyday is bright Look at this life And be alright  With being alright.

  surf I’ve been letting Tomorrow’s goals Pull me away From what is important Today Each time I lay My head down to rest I am immediately stressed Because I tell myself “This isn’t my best” The facade that By reaching the height That you deeply desire Will calm all the waves That have over time Begun to transpire Been trying to swim Through the waves  As fast as I can With a view of paradise That exists Across the sea Holding my attention But each time I try To dive in and swim I am immediately overcome By the strength of the waves They pull me down And I begin to drown Because instead of surfing Them as they come I was dumb Thinking I was stronger than Time, stronger than the moon Stronger than the sun No wonder I get caught up Wishing I was young Because when the waves Came crashing down There would always be Someone to pick me back up Now if I fall It’s all On me As long as I keep surfing There’s nothing to fear.

Sam/daydream Solitude Self-produced Prune juice Bad news Scenic views Untied shoes Poetic clues *** Sam sat back In his armchair With a backward hat And laughed at the racket Caused by the thought of lacking Good friends or a simple attraction Or a place to go to get satisfaction No sam, this babble isn’t a laughing matter It causes brains to bake and glasses to shatter Sit all you can and try to ignore the chatter They’ll just keep on calling, until one day you’ve had it Sam, I’ve been trying to tell you man There’s no need to get frantic You’re doing what you can Until one day you can’t Then that’s when an Issue will be at hand Sam can barely stand The sound of all this noise But he’s part of the band He keeps dreaming up ideas Then waits for them to land But they never do All his thoughts get stranded Like a castaway, stuck in Neverland He thinks his art is brilliant But he’s writing it in crayon So they can’t make out Anything it’s about And the noise is really loud And it showers ...

  Undone/run Line one Slowly sets the sun What’s lacking, really isn’t What’s missing, is just unfinished This slacking, an action of reaction,  Has turned from simple satisfaction To an attraction to inaction A state you can’t locate on a map Its origin isn’t physical Rather chemical, like the peel That extracts the fragments Of leftover stress that has fled From the inside, to the depths of the pores And the craters from the sores That had formed on your face During times you were faced With fear that can’t simply be erased But must be faced, head on Like running a race Because what you run for Is nothing, but what you run from Is something you must overcome But it will catch you if you stop And it will be there til you drop So you’re scared to even pause And that fear always causes You to run Even though that’s the last thing That should be done. *** Undone Like laces of shoes Always when you run Makes you stop And fix the mistake Of not double knot No, just one No time to ...

  Buzz Unconscious In the daze The clock is ticking The lights are flickering The legs are shaking The nights are lingering Deeper and deeper In to the beginning Of each morning All goes unnoticed Because eyes are buried Deep into the screen That sits in front  No matter where you go Urged to stop Stop and check the phone Because what if you missed it? Something important That you should know Even though It’s with you No matter where you go So if something missed you It’ll ring and let you know Thigh is vibrating Even though deep in that pocket Exists nothing Besides the lint Leftover from the washing machine Mind racing Because you don’t what time It is, there’s nothing on your wrist And pockets are empty because Because… because… I guess it’s normal isn’t it