Normal - Almost that

Such a conglomeration of nonsense
my day-to-day seems
to always consist of.

If only I could turn off the noise:
The vehicles rushing,
buildings growing
empty,
and the hushed tone
of my happiness
sobbing in the corner.

If only
the way this life changed
was normal.
Maybe I would be too...
maybe.

A Story of Love

I was thinking of you, darling.

Concocting a word, picture, story, a shape.

Something that in one handful, would tell you how much you mean to me.

But the word never comes,

the picture never starts,

and the story shapes up to be perfectly, you and I.

& I stand, staring at the blank page;

for cities of wishes and kind words could be spilled from these lips for days

but can never fit our storybook here on this flat blank page.

For, you see, you mean too much

for a word or a photo to complete

everything you mean to me,

everything we will grow to be.

Nothing could ever speak enough

so today, I will leave you with love.

The Nine to Five Writer

It is knowing this body must endure
something more than
a regular nine to five -
without flipping a lid.

No losing your temper,
feeling bad,
or relaxing
for eight hours,
every single day,
five days
mercilessly
in sequence
perpetually.

Though
fear not!
For, two days are rewarded.
Two days of
kind-of-stay-here-we-need-you-for-your-job-later
freedom.

So here is to Sunday,
Monday's ugly cousin.

An Ode To Elevators

Thank you,
for bringing me up
when I was down.
I began there,
long ago,
stagnant
at level one
Now here I stand,
a successful level three.
You are so uplifting!
Oh elevator,
how I look up to thee.

Alive in the Northwest

If only
the sky danced
along valleys of pine,
we could climb
on to the other side
where we'd find
each other.

Dance
in wind-struck fields of
lilies.
Harbor us,
these empty souls.
Weeping on
a flower bed,
scattered,
a northwest rose.

A Not-So-Strange Heart

You are... everything.
You are mountains I make of fragile thoughts & things.
Crammed them together with hot-glue & string.
Tied with a knot, a kiss, & a ring.
A mountain of love, for you.

Standing Letters

No more will I be the letter, The Writer softly spoken in your ear... but left. I will be lOuD & def!ant! I will THROW my words in the FACE of whoever stands in my way. On this page I am your writer - Beyond, I beckon: A voice.

Our Mom

She spoke so soft,
"I will love you forever",
it never became its own lie.
Strong were her words
as they took away shadows,
keeping safe our fragile minds.

I have never known someone
quite like her,
and not care I, what you have to declare;
she is mine, she is his,
& I will love her forever,
'til given my last breath of air.

Does Your Love Hide?

Do you watch me sleep?
Does your love
hide under a rug?

When I'm singing
do you hear me,
as I flit
along the gardens
of, lonely too,
the silver bells?

Donkeys Dont Da Vinci

In my mind
I'm fairly fine...
Yet sometimes
these thoughts are out of line.
Strewn 'cross the page.
Bottled, but broken
from the way they savagely tear my brain open.

The clowns are all laughing,
donkeys, they cry
all for the fear of these elegant ties
which fasten our bodies to our minds.
For I know our hearts work hardest
to bleed a masterpiece
through the hands of an artist.