responsibility

built to build

is all of mankind,

until the world is filled

with the progress of mind,

but since every brain

must stop and rot,

finish this chore,

mankind will not.

it is up to you

to create

a positive place.

you mustn't wait

another nighttime

if they plant me in the ground,

I hope that no one makes a sound.

if the light bulbs all go dim,

I hope you won't be mad at them.

and if I do not fall asleep,

help me, god, my day to keep.

goodnight

goodnight moon

goodnight stars

goodnight fire

goodnight cars

and goodnight mostly

listen closely

I love:

you

Bones

if the bones come out to dance,

i might have to take a chance.

put one foot in front the other,

and stamp the leaves with boney smother.

water

the potter cant create

the hollow of the soul,

and no one can relate

or follow down the hole.

i wont dive anymore

maybe i'll just fish.

i do not know what for,

whatever fills my dish

locomotivation

my marrow laced with vigor

to cure me of my rigor

hold my sinew strung with hours

of pulling tender flowers.

my breath is like the steam

exuding from my machine

built for the construction

and the reasonable destruction

of all that is

and all that will

be man

tie me to this seat

but you will never eat

the meal of my disposition

unfinished 1

the time is here that all the world should know,

my voice should boom across the sands and snow,

for peoples ears my voice may not be loud,

but shall be heard by every brooke and cloud,

the birds will shush and fish will slow their swim,

the mammals and the bugs this is for them:

fear not the follies of my fellow man

morning

i woke up this morning

with a hurt deep inside

the soft kind, like a burning

a want so big that i cried.

for togetherness and for peace

for safe and for warm

please sometime soon at least?

i've lived for it since i was born.

i got up and i peeled back the velamen

i cried myself to the roots

and i sat on the edge of my bed and then

i started to pull on my boots.

i want more of what i get

selfish? i don't think so

but don't you ever forget

how happiness hurts me though

mud

the sunshine fills my blood

like it will for years

my blood is made of mud

and love and sweat and tears

the girl again

you see, my brain is lazy,

when it's warm out there.

she starts to drive me crazy

i can't think. this isn't fair.

life is full of beauty,

but my eyes just can't perceive,

she's so stinkin' pretty,

man, you won't believe.

sleep machine 2

the fan whirrs near the door

a sound i've heard before

the window fights the breeze

it's nice on nights like these

they say that spring is here

but the crickets outside, i fear,

have forgotten how to chirp.

my sheets are tight and cool

and my body tries to fuel

no pillows, i don't like them

no lights lit, the moon's dim

i nod and doze myself

with a book pulled from the shelf

my sleep is full of whirrrrrr

my words may start to slur