Friday, March 27, 2015

Soapbox Poetry

I'm either gonna climb up next to you
or stand taller than you
There is no in between
and no time to be wasted on small thoughts
Tonight I am writing
Soapbox Poetry
and praying
for the people
who don't know how to pray
Yesterday I remembered
we are the only witness
By tomorrow
you should realize
is the last day of your life
Every day is.

Thursday, March 5, 2015

The Unknown, the One, and Cool Hand Luke

The unknown is more inventive
   than necessity's mother
And she prefers her own handwriting
   to her name in print
That seemed unlike her, even to her
   That is why I am journaling again

March is a strange time for Winter,
   in season but old news,
the people become unhinged, unmoved
   frozen in their ways
They get the news they need on facebook
   And the sun keeps spinning around the earth

I stopped believing in the one
   instead I am waiting for
The next person who loves like I do
   it is that simple
The silver lining will beckon you
   We will speak in broken riddles and truths

Here's the part about Cool Hand Luke
   That film is a passion play
Once you see that, you can't unsee that
   There is this bright light,
that once you see, you cannot unsee
   Everything's the holy trinity