We are God and God is We
From the most self-aware animal
To the most fruitful tree
From the rarest matter
To the air we breathe
We are God and God is We

Awake hours on end without sleep,
Driven by the homesick rhythm
Of this cardiovascular beat.
Accelerating this insomnia,
While every thought of you repeats.

An eagerness to see you I can’t deny
Without admitting that as soon as
In the air this plane will fly,
I’d have embarked on a mission to see you.

Hold you.

Kiss you.

And give this sweep-you-off-your-feet another try.

With this serene sound of rain 
There’s no refrain towards matching pen with pad
As the passing storm tickles the window pane. 

Still, let me explain away
Not only the sounds,
But the scents that abound
Around an act of nature I can never disdain. 

The storm.
The leaves. 
The ground.
The trees. 

The trails of trampling tire tracks treading towards the breeze,
They never cease to put my mind at ease.

A guilty spotlight..
It marks directly where I used to stand.

The stage..
As dark as her sense of love.

The light that lit..
To guide the band composed of all within.

The mic..
To amplify confessions and expressions.

My guitar..
Still waiting for that one hit single.

My demo..
Ah, the lovely “Book of Red.”

The record deal..
Output guaranteed, conpensation is not.

The band..
Its realization that the lead singer’s adamant motivation is not the band (nor himself), but a hopeless hope.. a girl, and in the band’s eyes an undeserving one.

The venue..
A deserted singer with a sold out crowd of none

A taxi..
To reacquaint a has-been with his fouton.

From back when I used to refer to my multiple characters as members of a band (I told you I was crazy).

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The middle of the beginning
Is the beginning of the
Middle of the end

The end of the beginning
Is where the middle finds
The forward of its friend

The friend of the beginning
Is in the middle of
A never-ending end

A never-ending beginning
That sits at center of
The bottom of a trend

A trend of new beginnings
Never ends without
An end to comprehend

The last of all beginnings
Lacks the top to bring
The middle to its end

On days like today where I feel kinda normal, I look back and read some of my old stuff… the places my mind goes sometimes.

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She tries to tuck me in 
With a blanket full of stars, 
Asking me, 
Please, 
Let dreams begin 
To wash away this day of sin.

Much to the night’s delight 
I remain and play away 
All energy achieved this day.

Her whispers pass 
In between trees, 
Begging me, 
Please, 
Leave for tomorrow 
A day to cease.

At my doorway dreams take flight, 
When far away they say 
“Reason, behind closed eyes, will not betray.”

Reason, behind closed eyes? 
But is there a reason at all 
To succumb to midnight’s call?

Can’t promise I’ll say all the right things,
But everything I say will have good purpose.
Can’t promise I’ll do everything the right way,
But with everything I’d do, I’d do my very best.
Can’t promise I’ll be there every second of every day,
But every free moment of mine would be yours to take.
Can’t promise everything will always be ok,
But I can promise that you can count on me.

The Angel of Sleep
Dares not extend her wings tonight.
Not around me,
Nor anywhere near.

Even as a mellow moon drifts along,
Taunting me,
Whispering in my ear,
Boasting of all the multitudes of people
Whose lips have already been touched
By that inevitably exact Angel of Sleep,
Still I cannot YET be persuaded to retreat.

Why do I battle her allure?
Why do I ignore her proposition?
Why do I negate those tempting lips?

When all stands chill and still,
And the beating drum of boredom
Begins to take its toll,
This is when the bout borders decisiveness,
And I carry on until the sun’s light I see.

Only then,
When dawn has laid the moon to rest,
Will I waive the flag of defeat
To that gorgeously desired,
And seductively sincere
Angel of Sleep.

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Your time.
Her time.
My time.
Why time.

I looked at my phone to see who’d said hello.
I looked at my watch to know how late we’d go.

But the minutes gone by are never to be again,
Oh what a shitty day I’d have if that were me.

His clock.
Your clock.
Our intimate relationship
With the snooze.

I slept a bit and dreamt of you some more.
I slept a bit ignoring 6:04

But 5 minutes lost are never to be again,
Oh what a shitty day I’d have if that were me.

Our bell
THE bell
The sound of
Counting calories at noon.

Took a drive to 1PM to satisfy.
Took a drive to 6PM and said goodbye.

All those hours lost to work and back again,
Oh what a shitty day I’d have if that were me. 

Our sun
This sun
A setting sun
Hello and how are you?

Oh what a shitty day I’d have if that were me.
What a shitty day I’d have if that were me.

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If there were ways
To save
A million todays,
A million plus one equals you.

And here beneath
A phase
Of millions of phrases,
The highest of them speaks of you.

Beyond young streetlights
There are
Miles of OKs,
Then a million of thoughts come of you.

They say I wonder
When the bright
Goes away,
If to play with a heart’s just not you.

A sunset fades
The birds belay
All their singing,
And gone is the music of you.

But morning mist
Will say
The plan is Today,
And a million plus me are for you.

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Surrounded.
By the thoughts of you,
By the lack of you.
By the eerie trajectory that
Our paths seem to evade.

The strategy, it seems,
Is kind of silly, kind of fun.
A healthy balance
Between frustration & patient glee.

Astounded.
By the symbolism in things,
By the uncertainty of things.
Yet by forseeable conclusions that
Only now begin to begin.

The future of it all, it seems,
Is kind of hopeful, kind of scary.
A necessary mix
Of two parts courage, two parts freedom.

Speechless.
And that’s the way it all begins.

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… is all the same as Good Intentions Mario.

I look at you,
You look at me,
But a breeze is a breeze,
And it’s all these eyes can see.

I feel negotiation
Rustling back and forth
Between your anxious trees.

Still, my bid’s not flexible,
Cause this one’s non negotiable for me.

I curse at you,
You’re swinging high,
But your will ain’t strong enough
So go and try.

I feel your reputation
Sending bottomless demands
Across your sky. 

Still, no other’s suitable,
And definitely non negotiable tonight. 

I call your name,
You smirk at me,
But the chill is just a chill
My skin can free.

If there were anyone more beautiful,
Possibilities more meaningful,
I’d unhesitatingly decline.

Cause this one’s non negotiable this time.

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