This is what we have:
Don't worry about later
Moments are fleeting.
A Trail Gone Cold
1 month ago
11.22.2009
11.17.2009
Dig!
Dig, man, dig!
Break the soft earth!
Shovel after shovel,
Toss the soil aside.
Its roar is thunderous
Shaking the foundations.
Desolation in its shadow,
Consuming the core – that ravenous beast.
Dig, man, dig!
Keep on grinding!
Shovel after shovel,
Toss the future aside.
It looms over us with
Eyes of fire burning.
Ambition seems impossible,
Consuming hope – that vengeful beast.
Dig, man, dig!
Keep your head down!
Shovel after shovel,
Toss your will aside.
Freedom is fleeting as
Commands are barked.
Hands are bound,
Consuming liberty – that onerous beast.
Dig, man, dig!
This trench, this grave!
Shovel after shovel,
Toss reason aside.
Standing side-by-side,
Watch siblings fall,
Fathers die and mothers cry.
Consuming families – that terrible beast.
Break the soft earth!
Shovel after shovel,
Toss the soil aside.
Its roar is thunderous
Shaking the foundations.
Desolation in its shadow,
Consuming the core – that ravenous beast.
Dig, man, dig!
Keep on grinding!
Shovel after shovel,
Toss the future aside.
It looms over us with
Eyes of fire burning.
Ambition seems impossible,
Consuming hope – that vengeful beast.
Dig, man, dig!
Keep your head down!
Shovel after shovel,
Toss your will aside.
Freedom is fleeting as
Commands are barked.
Hands are bound,
Consuming liberty – that onerous beast.
Dig, man, dig!
This trench, this grave!
Shovel after shovel,
Toss reason aside.
Standing side-by-side,
Watch siblings fall,
Fathers die and mothers cry.
Consuming families – that terrible beast.
11.12.2009
Seasons
In the seasons- as they pass my window-
Everywhere I look, all I see is you.
The floating weeds of summer- your fine hair,
The breezy autumn air- your fair spirit,
The pristine winter snow- your complexion,
The blooms of spring- your efflorescent look.
Your dulcet beauty, undeniable,
But my love is always surreptitious.
In my solitude, I am a voyeur.
The oppressive summer- my avid thirst,
The fol’age of autumn- my impotence,
The barren winter- my ephemeral hope,
The torrents of spring- my sodden spirit.
Half empty glasses are before my eyes.
Everywhere I look, all I see is you.
The floating weeds of summer- your fine hair,
The breezy autumn air- your fair spirit,
The pristine winter snow- your complexion,
The blooms of spring- your efflorescent look.
Your dulcet beauty, undeniable,
But my love is always surreptitious.
In my solitude, I am a voyeur.
The oppressive summer- my avid thirst,
The fol’age of autumn- my impotence,
The barren winter- my ephemeral hope,
The torrents of spring- my sodden spirit.
Half empty glasses are before my eyes.
Birdie
A birdie got trapped in my house the other day-
In a cage (but not an actual cage).
She landed on a couch, comfortably sweet.
I asked the birdie what she had to say.
“Poo tee tweet?” she asked, quoting Vonnegut.
She flew in circles and into windows.
The percussive thuds of her feathered body
Made me cringe and squirm for the frightened bird.
I thought: “I have to direct where she goes-
“I will be a shepherd.” I ran around,
Trying to fly her towards an open door.
I waved my arms and made yelping noises,
Feeling silly chasing this little ball of feathers.
Little plumes and droppings all on my floor
Because the fear was hers. She flew away,
Through the open door and into the blue.
I was successful but kind of down.
It took two hours, the entire affair
And after I realized there was more I could do
To show I care. I understand now,
How my parents must have felt- eighteen years
In a cage (but not an actual cage),
Waving their arms about, directing me
Towards a way out and soothing fears
Yet unknown to me. But at the end,
Instead of exhausted relief,
You both worry and care.
I take that for granted at times,
So allow me the time now to say:
“Thanks mom and dad.”
In a cage (but not an actual cage).
She landed on a couch, comfortably sweet.
I asked the birdie what she had to say.
“Poo tee tweet?” she asked, quoting Vonnegut.
She flew in circles and into windows.
The percussive thuds of her feathered body
Made me cringe and squirm for the frightened bird.
I thought: “I have to direct where she goes-
“I will be a shepherd.” I ran around,
Trying to fly her towards an open door.
I waved my arms and made yelping noises,
Feeling silly chasing this little ball of feathers.
Little plumes and droppings all on my floor
Because the fear was hers. She flew away,
Through the open door and into the blue.
I was successful but kind of down.
It took two hours, the entire affair
And after I realized there was more I could do
To show I care. I understand now,
How my parents must have felt- eighteen years
In a cage (but not an actual cage),
Waving their arms about, directing me
Towards a way out and soothing fears
Yet unknown to me. But at the end,
Instead of exhausted relief,
You both worry and care.
I take that for granted at times,
So allow me the time now to say:
“Thanks mom and dad.”
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