The Exploration

Doors Too much chatter Always running  But always behind Can’t seem to get on top Not even with a ladder This room is packed I can’t find my breath Eyes cannot focus Legs shake with nervousness I don’t want to be here But I feel I must stay Just another day  Right, at least til…  I don’t even know if I can I don’t know if I will So much up in the air Carried by the will of the wind I finally let my feet Again find the floor I hurry toward the door Quickly run out before Anyone can catch me And try to make me Continue to endure This dream they implore Once again free But no longer secure So I type on these keys Find some new thoughts to explore When you go outside Nothing holds you anymore But you have to face what lies Beyond those closed doors.

To a passerby Who sits up high We are insignificant Just a blip in their mind But for eyes Of those watching each night We are characters From a chapter of time Perhaps our sight Reminds him of a time When he was the protagonist  Watched by others’ eyes No he wonders why Such a simple sight Still makes him cry Night after night He doesn’t realize He was that guy With his hand on her thigh But rather than try, he let it die Now all he can do Is watch from the sky Trying to find A way to go back in time

  Yin yang Rushing through Today As if tomorrow things may Be better in some way So complain When skies are gray And it begins to rain But when sun shines Each day You say Everyday looks the same In these words There’s pain From chasing away the rain And wishing things would change But when they do You wish it was the way It used to be Back in the good ol’ days No yin without yang.

throw I still smell those sugar beets River rounds Indian summer heat Oak Grove Used to roam September sunsets Riding home How the clouds would float Above that railroad As trains go by And old men go To pretend that they don’t Have aching knees And can barely throw Someday, I know… Don’t remind me One day I’ll throw And the arm will go Then it’s official I’ll never go pro But in moments like those It didn’t really matter Because I could still throw Tell you what kid There will be a lot of things You wish that you did And a lot of pitches You wish you had hit But when spring comes And the sun melts the snow Wake up each day And be happy to throw Until one day you’re grown And you can’t anymore.

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 ...