Someday.

Sitting on the corner,

The man knows no other home;

No other place of refuge.

If it can be called that.

The boxes, spoiled food, scarce change, and faces passing by,

Are all he knows.

And yet,

He is at peace.

He has his life, even if it's not much.

What more does he need?

He's surviving.

Out here he has family.

He never had that in "the real world."

And although he lost "everything."

He still has more than most.

He has his dreams,

And he still remembers how to sing;

How to hope.

Does he want to stay here?

No.
Someday he'll get out of this hole.
He'll remain optimistic.
If he ever gets the chance,
He'll work hard to change his life.


But for now,
He has to go find his next meal,
And see if he can get into the shelter tonight.


Someday he'll make it out.


Someday.

Dreaming of Summer

Clouds drift along in the sky.
I've always wished that I could fly.
The smell of freshly cut grass fills my nose.
The warmth of the sun sinks down to my toes.
Birds sing their songs, fly, and play tag.
I reach for the camera inside of my bag.
A butterfly lazily drifts along.
The radio is playing my favorite song.
Kites soar above the earth.
Beauty like this has such high worth.
Laughter fills the humid air.
Cold water splashes everywhere.
Wind chimes ring out loud and clear.
In these moments I know no fear.
I hold in my hand a sweet little note.
I think about words the great speaker spoke.
I'll be going out with good friends tonight.
In these moments I see that the world is alright.

Laziness

Another sleepless slumber wasted from the sudden chill.

I dread my constant shivering.

Oh how so very energetically I discharged

the useless blanket, so useless.

Silently I roll and crash onto the floor, shoulder first.

A strange realization occurs.

I have backtracked through evolution

to where I cannot stand up straight.

My body is too weak to support anything.

After a while of lying there face down, I am courageous enough

to continue my arduous journey to the kitchen.

Oh how so very lightheaded I felt when I finally stood up straight.

Another reason to stay on the couch.

And as if getting the toaster out isn't enough,

My eggo's are buried under crab legs galore. What a day.

Here Are A Couple More...

Cu(red)

They will tell you to be realistic.

They will tell you to manage your expectations.

They will tell you to set reasonable goals.

Refuse treatment.

Remain irreconcilably, incorrigibly in infected with hope,

and you will see things beyond your most impractical dreams.

* * *

Matu(red)

Every year, a tree draws a new ring around itself,

as if to say: See? There's more life in me than there used to be.

Maturity doesn't just mean you've weathered storms or survived drought.

It's about taking in more of everything:

more light, more rain, more of time's slow sweetness,

and giving something back.

If you've matured, you've expanded your circles.

I Miss You.

Once so full of life,

tragedy stole the light from your eyes.

You are so broken now;

a hollow shell of who you once were.

I can't blame you,

but I can't watch you destroy yourself in misery.

Sure, you say you're happy,

but your facade has always been thin.

Clinging to your bitterness and pain,
I'll leave you alone.


It's clear you don't wish to face your pain;
to overcome your strife.


The darkness brings you comfort now.
There's no room left for light.

Time Machine

There's nothing better than a time machine.

I go back where I wore tie dye tees.

Where rugrats and power rangers were king.

Where life was simpler, in the '90's.

There's nothing better than a time machine.

I go back where a man wears his first suit.

Where her dress is fit for a queen.

Where my parents were actually cute.

There's nothing better than a time machine.

I spy my dad's old baseball glove.

before he met the wonderful Pauline.

back to when he had hair above.

There's nothing better than a time machine.

Oh, how my mom has changed.

With braces and glasses, she was such a dainty thing.

It's no wonder she turned out so strange.

There's nothing better than a time machine.

If only the attic weren't so cold.

I'd stay for a little while longer.

And see what the future might hold.

When the Sun Speaks.

The sun's deep glow pulses across the sky,

and into my heart.

Deeper and deeper.

Into my heart.

He whispers this to me:

Come and bask in my beauty.

Let my soft warmth encompass you.

Soon, I will leave you for another night,

and the stars that you so desperately love,

will come and steal your wonder.

Gaze upon my canvas as I paint you a picture;

one that changes moment by moment.

Allow your mind to wander;

to seek out those deep and meaningful thoughts,

that set your heart ablaze.

The universe is at your back now; a glorious sight.

My time is nearly gone.

As I fade into the horizon,

take in the fullness of your heart,

and trust that I will rise again on a new day.

A day that brings a new story;

a fresh canvas all your own.

Just one moment more,

before you walk away,

and my rich glow fades into the night...

Until we meet again, my love.

Goodnight.