Standing in that place
where I had talked about moving

Staring at the place
where I just kept looking

I was waiting in the space

Where dreams come true

All those time they should

when they come looking for you

somewhere outside fairhope

We’ll always run these roads

We’ll always lay in this sand
And when we get old

we’ll talk about the beautiful

time when we were carefree

No matter how far we go

in our drunken minds
our turning years
in our bruised lines
and wild angry tears

We’ll grow old waiting
waiting in the space

 

so I never venture far

outside of Fairhope

outside of Fairhope

We’ll always run these streets

We’ll always lay in this sand

And we’ll stay young and free

and fighting the odds

and too scared to believe

that we might ever leave

 

 

 

Keep Your Alive

Taking time and time taking me

clinging so hard to what just wants to be free

knew I couldn’t hold on forever

but we’re never ready to let go

even when we say we are

even when we plan the parting

So I opened gifts given by associations

and sat in the shadows cast by memories

felt sparkles filling those hollows

like the feelings diamonds have

when the light hits their faces

That burning and life says

keep your alive, alive

keep your shine, shining

see that, see that

that power in you

that sparkle that sparkles

its so so sweet

where magic and intentions

something about being alive and just being meet.

Sitting in the leftover of eternal memory

Feeling the gifts that memories bring

hearing anecdotes and inflections

of voices and conversations

bringing at the right moments

lessons and times

that were yours and were mine

no matter what the explanations

no matter the write offs

or miscommunication

some things can’t be undone

and some things shouldn’t be

Remembering the sparkle

starts to shine in the void

like the feelings diamonds have

when the light hits their faces

That burning and life says

keep your alive, alive

keep your shine, shining

see that, see that

that power in you

that sparkle that sparkles

its so so sweet

it’s yours to keep

 

sparkle

In the way words hold memories

and memories hold words

sometimes to imprint harshly

and sometimes to undo damages done

some words gave wings

and spaces made those wings fly

in places maybe only poets understand

and understand what words cant explain

even in silences working things out

preparing for the replenish
to be expressed

in that space my wings are folded

listening to silence
or a hum drum hum

that is waiting for that expression

listening for the things only poets understand

or working it out
knowing I might not hear it again

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Can’t Imagine

Nothing going on but the wind
And nothing going up but the rent
Hey those lines and cliches
Know how to take their place
All the things that inform
Numb the apathy
Here I am missing you
Missing me
Minds going going gone
Trying to feel some words
And write some songs
Like
New bare walls
I should put something there
But I like the way bare walls feel sometimes
Looks like space it feels like time
Time is there ever enough time
Feeling time slipping sometimes
I can’t imagine why
Feeling feelings and I
can’t imagine why
Acute senses of serene
Bare walls let them in
Alert dreams of dreams
I see you in
Feeling feelings
I can’t imagine why

Did You

Did you ride the sky
In the swirling thoughts
Did you get so far out
That you followed yourself lost
It’s alright we
get ourselves back home
Did you ride the night
In swirling memories
Not yet remembered
But instead fired fantasy
Dancing thoughts
And given energies
Different levels of the something
Careful and steadied
But steadied and wild
Riding the sky
Like that
That like
Like we did

Creative excercise

Sighs for sighs
And wandering for wonders
But I’ve got five crayons
And a blanket sheet of paper
My mother always said
Use whatever color
To color those characters
It’s for you anyway
It’s nobody’s care
And who cares what they’ve got to say
Make Barbie have blue hair
Brown skin and green eyes
I’ve got five crayons
And a blanket piece of paper
Lot of words allot of space
And limited time
And limited ways
But it’s five crayons
And sighs for sighs
And wandering for wonder
When it’s late
And there ain’t nothing here
But a whole lot of space

The Story

Allot of people have things to say
Or maybe they have to say something
Add words to dead space
assumptions about to sing
Everybody’s a poet
Plagiarizing words
Leaving meaning in a void
A story only I can tell
A story only you can see
They can take allot of things
But some things always will be free
Veil a few lines
In the nuances and grooves
Like the classics used to
I see that
I can hear that
Everyone loves it
Until they know what it means
Sometimes this isn’t surface
And it’s not what it seems
You know they’re coming
Coming for people like me
And allot if people have things to say
And this just mine
Or just my way
Everyone can tell a story
But no one can tell mine
The one I see coming
The one out there on the line
Sometimes it’s not surface
The things we say
A story only you can tell
A story only I can see
They can take allot of things
But they can’t take what’s free