No time for writer’s block in improv or no such thing?
Faith would be nice, but I’ll settle for hope
Got to clean these dirty glasses and clear this smokey head
Get excited about life instead of counting days til you’re dead
Trying to get my hands on some paper all I can grasp are some shreds
Love finds a way to overcome it all the real and the B.S.
Makes all the fear the doubt the broken self esteem worth it in the end
Just sittin riffin tryna spill it all out
Create something express myself that way instead of shout
On second thought find me a pillow to absorb the noise
And watch out as I hurt around all my toys
An child’s distraction from an adult’s labor
Just need to remember how lucky I am and do myself a few favors
Walk the ponderous path, the cold air seizing your flesh
A barren valley or impending woods are suggested by the fork
Stare at each with wicked eye and clenched fingers
The heavens open, but not to yield an answer, just to lament something you’d forgotten
The fruit is not ripe, it bears nutrition but not flavor, yet it fuels the wont journey
The Sun rises without fanfare, and sets without remorse. If only you could mirror this behavior
But all the world’s a stage, your part semi-secret, your lines improvised, your actions telling…
Fearing fear itself go forth, and laugh.
Cast away your magnifying glass, and trust not your high beams
History lies and speculation disappoints as oft as they don’t
Laugh, dance and free your mind of the if’s & when’s & what will’s & what did’s for a while, and perhaps, my friend, you may find a smile.
The groggy sun rises late while
Pious mountains and humble hills watch the modest sky
Fingers of amber reeds rake the wind
Fish awaken slowly and hungrily
The film of the lake surface is immaculate but it doesn’t conceive
And lights wave to us in the foggy distance
The air though, is pregnant
Elusive solitude soothes the soul
Nature’s cycles, her stillness are a comfort to wary travellers on who come to this stop weary
emotionally disheveled. Each person’s island is a sacred gift, not to be exploited or forgotten
Thoughts waltz across the dancefloor of my mind and exit as gracefully as they entered
This peace I wish for all, this chance to remember what we are and why we’re here
I’m looking for my angel. She’s invisible.
Until the exact right moment in time. That precious tick…
She will be the extra gust of wind in my sails
She will be my companion, my confidant, my muse.
We will talk about politics and current events and never get upset over it.
We will explore the world together. One day.
We will only have eyes for each other
We will build a home on our principles
We will laugh, cry, dance, fuck, and yes, argue.
But it’s okay. We love someone because we let them hurt us.
Pain is worth it if God forbid…
I hope love is still real
Cords of delicate delight spice the eve
Unbelievably childish under the picnic table
Dragons puff their chests beyond recognition
Friends float amongst the babes
Deflower the Mayflower
Dreams caught in the static
I run to magic
Behind the roots
Under the stairs
Where the Jaguar sniffs
Why crawl when you could run through fields that have never known mines.
The river dances over stones and stumps
Raindrops pierce the under-lit sky
Lush flora weep with willows
And shadows play on beaten paths
Cold Sun lounges, approves
The olive trees cry
Unanticipated constipation of the brain and die are ee ah of the mouth
Of the cave to wind washed Meadows
Lamb sleep wolves surrounding
Cloud covers moon
Cat hops in the street
Foamy seas watch pollen hunt
Unwed feti can’t believe
Tremendous things for you and me
Not cool Venus’ curves
Breath soft on still valleys
Through the fingers and into the icey mud
And tipsy Jacks swing with whispy Janes
While sneakers snuck amongst the graves
Cedar calm and moonlight bright
Shine on in glum delight
And fevers break and eggs yield snakes
Steal the base with all due haste
And grab Kant another beer.
Geese flop squawk and crickets plea
For some ancient certainty.