10/24/06 Free Write
Trying to pour water from an empty basin.
The days has won and all I want to do is
stare into the street & be entertained.
pushing until there is
The wall that only angers.
Can’t climb it. Can’t destroy it.
Only waiting until it graces me by leaving me
The Simple Truth
No matter what you’re going through it all comes down
To the three simple words:
Don’t give up.
It’s either that or lay on the ground,
become one with it.
There is an appeal to both.
Sound of the Street
And old man sitting on his porch,
rocking to and fro,
as he whistles and thinks
back to a time of music:
sweet, sweet music.
Of all night jives that would never end.
Of a band that was not of mere men,
but of gods.
bangs the thunder.
unleashes a wind
that blows through one’s core.
The bass takes them all
and serves to a crowd
They want to taste
what it is to be
one of these gods.
It moves through their body.
They are the storm
and they will
but the memory will
as the old man will rock, to and fro,
remembering when music
was a storm that made fed
the seeds of memory.
Think of This the Next Time You Read Your Friend's Blog
Do you think he or she put that
statement in there for you?
So you wouldn’t take offense and, in turn, post
about how your friends
At least you aren’t an acquaintance
of the ‘I have no friends” person.