words don't do it justice
no sound vocal chords could make
would portray
the rising
tightness in my chest
the quickened pace of panic
anxiety swells around adams apple

rivers run like sentences
written in excitement
wildfire hopping asphalt
like kids upon the pavement

Where do the words come from?
Before they pop up in my mind

Where do the words go?
When it seems I've run out of sentences to scribble

i have
always hated loud noises
the refrigerator dispensing ice into glass
the sound tubs make as water boils down
the treble in voices rising in opposition
all make me tremble
my heart jump
eyes dart for possible escape

if you only write
what others want to hear
you will never know your words

I
“Seem to be ok”
They say
“Much better than before”
I
Tell myself the same
Still
I am not convinced

Played with the idea of dying at dawn

It’s noon now and that has passed

if time were to stop immediately





                                                                      what would this moment hold

dull pencils scrape the pages
in and outside lines
sentences bounce up and down
tell stories of the times

we were drinking coffee
i asked how she felt about tea
"i like certainty"
she replied

not meant to be a riddle
though not all will understand
footsteps into fog
soul pointed one direction

nothing is forever
though some things stay as long as they can

Time does not always tell
     Decides it's lips are sealed
       Although it may tick you off
Appears the clock won't talk

Water rising
Swim or drown

the road is long
and i am tired
years without respite
hope no longer carries the feet
i am beginning to sink
already drowning
staring at the surface
as i invite the water to fill my lungs
they don’t tell you how peaceful it is

stick around
to blah blah blah
lets chit about the chatter

if ever i could do without
it seems that it consumes me now
with every breath my lungs withdraw
another second chance disappears

i want to make
music
not only with strings and drums
but with
words
and
love

don’t go they say
we need you to stay
why do i feel like drifting away

I'm a social drinker
I drink whenever I'm around people
Or just prior to a social engagement and right on thru it
I put on a cheerful ruse knowing people will buy it
People are always looking to be sold something
So I sell it
I celebrate.
They celebrate.
We celebrate together.
For a moment in time all is well
Rather all seems well
Though
I'm sure they wouldn't like me if I were sober
More importantly you wouldn't like me if I were sober
I don't like me when I'm sober

Sola takes her lattes
So late
Solar panels
Fuel the drive
Solstice to solstice
So longs and goodbyes
Come easy on the road
And on the wheels roll

Hands of time hold many truths
Treasures in the wristwatch
Secrets locked inside the clockwork
Hour is not the only thing
Hourglass can tell
Each grain of sand has whispered
It has to share as well

pit stops and pit stains
smiles dyed with coffee
mix ups and fixings
on the road once more

sitting inside when the sun is out
close all the curtains for shade
i know the highs gonna come down
i'm sure by noon there'll be rain

often i can see the sadness
through the smiles and the jokes
laughter
just can't seem to drown
eyes that cry out

love is not a problem
just find it hard to stick it out
though falling is quite easy
you soon find you hit the ground

just have to go until you get there
once we've gone then we can stop

live today
no telling how much livings left

sometimes letting go
is the only way to hold on