And she said,
"The **** I have to deal with is unreal"
And I said,
"You're right"

Distinguishing crest
And crashing into focus
Turbulence is mind

Oftentimes passion
Is what gives weight to empty
Then you may feel full

His feet stir with longing
Baggage barely clinging to his fingertips
He escapes the outbound missile
Crosses the platform as if it was an existential crisis
And catches the wind
To blow him home
Away from the way he resides

Signage won't matter
Nor the road paint that you lay
Love is not one way

Pieces of oneness?
Apart is what we make it
Glue is what divides

As sunbeams trickle
So too do the moments here
Spent in my suchness

Despite your thinking
Uncalculated life is
What you've always done

Waiting for crossroads
One day you'll find -- there's no path
Crossroads all the time

Oh we were so high
Poor place to build a kingdom
Branches can't sway roots

Walking in circles
My path leads around again
My thoughts, something new

The traveler roams
Seeking a home; doesn't know
Home is in her heart

To experience
That which made saying goodbye
So difficult -- blessed

This is the one time
For you to know you're a you
That can be the it

Memories are just
A tightening behind the
Eyes that looked on you

An old love passes
Like a leaf on a breeze
Not worth pursuing

Its easy to let go
I could do it if I tried
The knots back in my stomach
Are only my disguise

There, the air does quake
But it becomes the nothing
As the fly passes

A crest with no trough?!
You can not break the silence
Its in your bones...

What is ****
Is it not my fingers flying
On this here keyboard?

She's a wayward soul
But she just so happened
To wander into my home

My doors I leave open
She'll probably soon go
But settle she might

For I really do hate
To wander alone

Maybe its the loneliness that paints this moment black
Or maybe its the long shadows as the sun does set
Maybe its the sorrow from the stress of all of that
Perhaps its just the crossroads that my life is at

I'm not asking for an answer,
Or even acknowledgement in fact

Just know that you've been on my mind

Find a childhood photograph
Remember your infancy
From nothing you came
Everything you've learned since then
Is just a game you play

Mother offered us trees
We cut her bare

Mother poured her blood for us
Black, like tar

Mother gave us her oceans
We fill it with our trash
As if it wasn't already full

Now she has little left to give
But people

Are you ready for our great divide?

Tie my shoes up tight
Taking my time
I'm in for a long night

Warm up on sidelines
Scoping it out
A fresh ball in my hip pocket
I be feeling stout

Drill it to **** it bout 3000 times
Never stepping outside the black painted lines
Of the lane
I was inside
Perfecting the stroke
The release
Is
Everything

But I'm in the waiting room
The lobby that is Court Two
Court 1 is where the men boom
And bang bodies and shoot
Lights
Out
Daggers

And if a man is there for long enough
And the ten go down a few
A few of the crew
Over on Court Two
Get called on to fill and finish the game up

My wind isn't great
My footwork is dodgy
My stroke is quite streaky
Go to the bank?
I'm wishy-washy

Can't box out for ****
My handles are average
But my defense is good
So I have some leverage

And on this particular evening
My shot felt real good
And I got a nod over
And played how I should

A pester on defense
I was covering two
To free up a big man in post
In the zoo

A transition pit stop on fast break
I pushed the ball up the court
The seven footer hits me in the corner
Shooting 100% from the floor

Then the men started to heat up
'250 bulldozer' in the lane
'Lights out on the arc'er outsider

I didn't touch the ball much
I'd basically given up
They played there often with chemistry
And I, just a pup

Got one pass at the end
That I wasn't expecting
I fumbled the friend
The rock had been misdirecting

But
All
Things
Said:
3/3 ~ 7 pts ~ 3 rbd ~ 1 blk ~ 2 stl ~ 2 ast ~ 2 to

And we take those

The wars we don't acknowledge
Are the only ones that we prevent
Where there is a just cause for fight
Extend a smile, and play, crusader
For your enemy is your most vital friend

Only from nothing
Comes sound; The noiseless wonder
Is one hand clapping

The ink impregnated in time
Woe is me;  For there I am trapped
That moment is different to me now
That [name] should be dead
Yet there I am doomed to live
It was staring into the ink that winter
That I learned how to die
I practiced killing that picture

It's the perfect recipe for disaster

Only life lasts a lifetime

Don't tell me
That the soul isn't trapped in a picture

I lifted up that dusty frame
To reveal those colors that reconstitute my form
I see what I'd call my smile there

And I know
That the soul
Is trapped
In a
Picture
...

I used to worry
About what counted as Zen

But I set that burden down long ago
And you're still clinging to that question

I skipped my first alarm this morning
I wasn't ready to open my eyes to a blank phone
Less ready to admit I cling to it
Can't fathom I cling to you

Now its time for work
And I only have time
To worry about my eggs

Feeling good feels just as bad

What a good lay will...
Life drips on smearing the time
You're getting fuzzy

Complete emptiness —
How many holes do you take
To fill your soul full?

The consumed hollows
Of the oak tree in the field
Feeds its fall to grace

I'm wasting moments
Waiting for you to come back
Here I am

Geese flock over lake
No reflection intended
Lake no mind to cling

Every hour that first day
Every day that next week
Once a week the month of September
Now once a month I cry

I hope you never cried for me
You asked me to say goodbye
I hope you’ve never known such joy

To the love that I let die

The chorus starts when
Losing pictures in your mind
When they just don’t sing

Each day I let go
That’s how I know I’m clinging
Farther…closer still

The knots and tangles —
Hair informs that Indra’s Net
Weaves nothing to life

Intrinsic value
Rooted in moments unused
Why long for the ring

As the traffic screams
As demands call violently
The stillness deepens

I did it to you
I paid the price in your mistakes
I did it to me too

The rose bud needs not
An audience adorning
Alone — it wins hearts

When sheltered from rain
You’re fixed on the greys above;
Play in the puddles

Do you mourn the wind
As the particles pass by?
Their death brings spring-time…

I started wearing that necklace again
The one with the little key on it

For the longest time I thought that it was out of place
That it ceased to belong the day I lost the lock

But I started wearing that necklace again
It used to be the key to your heart

But its since unlocked my own