Simple Happenstances

It was a concussive blast that sent me spiraling out of control

Forcing me down into the pits of despair where naught but myself persisted

Around me rain evaporated into nothingness

Those that I knew at the time before were dissolving into grains of dust

That dance eloquently into the spaces between my fingers and the world

Cold and rough was my descent

Where my feet seemed to pass through solid matter that was as black as night,

A voided plain that was devoid of rain

But was constantly overcast and grey

Yes, it changed from this to that and back again,

A multitude of tone but only in subtleties.

My eyes could not see, nor my ears hear the marching bands step through,

The temporary veil over my being was slowly lifted and I found my descending at an end,

As I was planted on a bustling road way

Where in I was surrounded by people,

Young and old, aged and brand new,

Captured in a picturesque frame and frozen in time,

All smiling, all cheering, all ultimately happy,

Could it be that I was back where I belonged but in a capture of it,

A place where I was once used and caressed,

Calmed and depressed,

A place where I felt everything as though it were for the first time,

Both pain and misery, both joy and comfort, both fear and anxiety,

Around me at all times realizing that this was all life,

That all these little events added up to this,

And the parade was frozen as if encased in ice

And as I let my finger tips find the cheek of a lovely young woman,

I felt her normally, the color was spared, and she slowly spurred out of her stupor.

We two, and no longer one we set about waking everyone

No words were spoken of our plan

We both knew what had to be done we both knew that we had to touch the lives of those we could

We basked in our new goal having both seen the void having both woken from it,

I on my own and her needing my help

We saw the pattern about us

For we were not the only ones to figure it out

One man was strolling already alive again,

And a young girl walking in hand in hand with her parents,

Reviving them to start on a new

And when all the onlookers were awoken,

They set upon the festival

And the parade marched on through the park circle,

And it was loud and full of vibrant colors

And we all,

All of us were moved,

To be moving at all.

Quarter to Orange

A fickle little thing ran across the desert roads, and found itself lost in the place that it thought it was found,

It collided with a truck while driving its little red and white car, and the train didn't see either of them,

Though it may be so no one should pick there way through the line,

Take your place where it is and plant your feet and shuffle on forward just like every other good boy that does fine,

It's not so wrong to want to be selfish, but it is selfish to want to always be right,

It's important to issue an apologetic statement on network television when you are being scrutinized by the entire planet,

But it is not a whole lot better to be without yourself when you forget to put your shoes on after you've eatin your shower cap,

My ape shit wife is not your ape shit wife, and my dumb ass kids are not your dumb ass kids,

We can only acknocledge the problem that we each have, and agree to disagree on the best path to fixing it.

Short Case of Amnesia

Through the grains of sand that slipped through my fingers
I could see into my future,
In it was the best and worst case scenarios of a sheltered life.
A place that existed somewhere between the ocean and the streets,
An avenue that ran parallel to my route,
This open line of sight that allowed me to be privy to new events,
Events yet to begin.
Through an unfathomable space in-between these specks I have come to realize,
That nothing of note is accomplished by playing in the earth,
Though the tunnels can be dug,
And the the undertaking can be gargantuan,
It is not enough to forward the progression to a neutrality,
To allow an upend into the face of new essences.
Caustic and careening toward slumber,
We bite our pillows and cry into our sheets,
Being comforted by our sorrows,
Which cause us to retire with world weary bones,
It is not what we should be acting toward.
The road traveled frequently may just be the road to take,
Though temper your speeds, be they faster or slower,
Choose the equipment in which you get there,
Change the tone,
The music and the story, but stay on the road,
Detours will occur, and rests are required,
But do not fret that you see the traffic jammed,
Ahead is the end of the line,
Ahead is the joint entry into realization,
We will get there when we can,
And believe it that we will be there shortly,
Despite being disenheartened that you are going to the same destination,
Always know, that you choose how and when you arrive.

Highway Cruise

I am hopeful but not overly,
For in the very real face of adversity,
I am overtly seen in the light of a fading moon,
When dawn blinks too soon,
In a very real episodic journey to entitlement,
Where chimney sweeping,
And funeral weeping,
Are not separated by the standards and practices,
Our contracts may be binding,
Our decidely mortal existences may fall in the blurred places,
We are not overly sure of our position,
I am hopeful, but not completely,
For next could been seen through the eyes of the world weary,
Men and women sick to death of double dealing,
Of single and triple switching of double standards,
Concocting the time warp,
But never stepping through,
Just to say it is so.
But where do the birds and the dinosaurs go,
Having fossilized winged migration,
Faulting the slump in behavior into a slump in digestion,
Our food is tastier,
Our appetite is sustained,
Given our hoping for more hoping in the face of adversity,
Not being able to attend the same university,
As our beloved beloveds, or friend so dear,
Careening toward a backdrop of very real wood,
Splinters in fingers,
Blinded by two by fours in the back of an old ford,
Pausing only to remind yourself that you are,
Very much alive, but still bleeding,
Blinded,
Bruised,
Bewildered,
And ultimately belittled,
By your superiors.
Cry havoc,
All ye angels on high,
For the humans have exceeded you,
Through perversions, and taxes,
Through eye sores and boils,
Passed the obligatory moments of bubonic,
The black death on the tongue,
Seeping out through sewer rats,
Falling,
Failing,
Flinging oneself,
Into Fractures,
Fibulas,
Forgotten,
Forsaken,
Forgone.