show no titles for meaningless jingles,
these seemingly fruitless endeavours,
words wandering,
mind wavering.
but forget it
step back up
brush off the dust
it's not a lost path
less thinking is required
for words to arrive
this type of writing
full of chagrin
save the words
do not forget them
they mean everything

as it turns out, my mind can be restless
there seems to be a sense of want
a yearning which keeps me
constantly up
stay awake for dawn?
no.
hello 3 am

It's time to get up
too late
bell rang
tone still drones
from down the hall
the peaks lookin good
not much left to do
grab my boy down the street
get some timmies and eats
the window cracked
lets the smoke relax
a winding road
up the never ending hill
to chair lifts and powder
hidden in trees
time to todd

Just Wait

Sometimes waiting for the perfect sound

it's exactly what must be done.

seems like the right tone will kick start the mind

hitting the mark for expression or shitty remarks.

What comes next will likely become more the latter

couch

Do you often sit there wondering what else there is
where else you may go and when you may get there
When nothing is good enough
you think you need more
it cannot be sated until you're gone
far from what lies behind
no home in a home but a dangerous mind
lets be kind enough to the rest though
no one person to blame, not fairly nor justly
growing up silver lining is all that is true
to naive perhaps or still seeing through all the bullshit
easy to make transparent what you can't see
growing older silver lining is what you must seek
every up has its down, every good deeds a bad one
to some one
but forget the realistic, all seeing eye
know that there's bullshit, and hate, and lies
know that there's pain, and suffering, and loss
know that it's okay to be lost.
Go wander, go stray
seek the future and find the bright side to the up side
turn the darkest thing over to find four leaf clovers
it's silver that's brightest
so think about it, your Alive.

it is now

when is this time, lost forgotten
souls missing misplaced among monsters missing men
forever begotten by beraved bretheren and best friends
however we move forward if only to wind up behind
what it is we knew is no longer known
but instead we learn from the future
the past long forgotten
it is not that which we know
...
the need to ramble rant and rave is ravaging my mind
a retina that wont look up, cant be phazed
and said it could be great or terrible
scotch prevails, fights forward in the mind
in the trees i find ease
need for snow is more than ever
winter is coming
but far to slow
...
...
writing has no home in this mind but mine seems empty of words i long to say, prayers to preach, not of god or heaven or hell. no devil no demon, no angel or seraph, pray for better times, for connected minds, trouble with no crimes and in the end find time.
...
thought for thought we have fought for better sounds to astound your frontal lobe like access to the globe in nothing more than a robe in your bedroom or bathroom find sense and earn cents, take care of pennies to lead them to the pounds where dogs can be found rabid from daydreams of chasing rabbits a habit hard broken like words unspoken i must be joking or toking, but no just drunken with bad music for a background and a tired and worn mind, be kind.


three spaces
a break
in reality
no truth to be found
words lost amongst themselves
[dele]
no poetry but a broken soul
missing pieces of the unknown
and if you know when


let me know.

day two?

Move, have moved
at home on the side of a too big hill
new wheels under plank provide solace on days too long
at night when we ride, the freedom feels real
buzzing schedule makes mental madness
don't smoke, it's bad for you
come home, I miss you