reaching out
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There are so many things I find I'm forced to remember.
Sloppy drawings of sleepy Buddha in the back of a rotting notebook.
Cake crossing my eager ears, as I jam my hip beneath the stair-rail,
Rows upon rows of tennis shoes jumped and played around,
sweet voices and laughter filled the air.
Eyeballs were everywhere, observing, absorbing, deducing, condemning.
So callous is the mind of manWhen fear and rage take overGood intentions lostBlame set forthDown goes the ship of our discontentmentAway with our simple troublesWe forget we live
Fantasies are swirling
In my head
I must get out
I must live them instead
Traveling is what I want to do-
Traveling of the heart and feet
To the mountains of the world
And oceans blue
How lovely it is the world after midnight,
The silence of the wind, the tallights of a stray car,
Mindfulness in this somber time brings about peace,
A joy so rarely seen in the midst of daily chaos,
Little things
Just the smallest things
Waking up to a promised sunrise
To breathe air that is granted freely
Though without these things we would fall to demise
Texas summers are a witch's boiling pot
Heat chews up, spits out, and leaves to rot
Fun they are not
Texas land is ugly and poor
cursed soils grow plants to make you sore
The place is a bore
I don't want to be listen too and ignored like the dirt pavement in the forest.I wish not to be called down because of my ever changing emotions as I struggle through life.
