Roots

I’ll keep you safe

From The cold autumn rain

You’ll keep me safe

From The bright summer sun

We’ll grow together

Our roots are the same

Under this soil of pain

I’ll keep you safe

From The fires and the flame

You’ll always stand by my side

Together we’ll grow

On the backs of our ancestors

From collective dreams

And miseries

Well, I’ll remind you

Of your passion and

You’ll remind me of

My love.

Together we’ll dance

With the sunlight and shade

We reach for the same sky

Together you and I

Echoes

You should have heard the gulls last night.

They cooed and hawed in the fog over a rising tide.

Wind rippling echos in the mist.

Mist from what is certainly not considered fog anymore, but cloud.

Every once in a while one glides overhead, chattering, on some mission perhaps known only to nature.

Trust

Most of the time i can’t trust myself enough

To know that i know enough about what i’m doing.

Running on the treadmill always trying to keep up

Gnashing teeth. Wringing hands.

What is it i don’t understand?

I keep trying to fill this emptiness, with some goddamn ideal will it ever be enough?

Spiraling cottonwood seeds drift and build up like snow curbside.

Cracked sidewalk shifted and bent atop gnarled ancient tree roots.

When will I know enough to know that all this striving, this ideal of

perfection is what keeps me from peace.

Writhing

I’m sinking in this sea,

writhing,

trying so hard to get free.

Every vector point

Spins the web of consciousness

Leaning back, into technology

I could be trapped.

Covered by the sea foam

Clinging,

I’ve nowhere to call home.

7/13/2018

Industry

How are we supposed to feel secure, when we continue to make sure that we’re separate from the whole.

I did not jump up with my fist in the air and yell, Yeah! Like any good American would. Actually I snapped the picture, I thought it’d look cool for the blog, and during the rattling of tracks I felt this complete disconnect. The tracks, the train, the overpass, the buildings behind me and asphalt under my feet, I felt like the only natural thing around. Of course I wasn’t but so suddenly it occurred to me that i am the product of past generations fight against nature.

On the rails of commerce

Oil travels like detainees

On my knees, beggin

please, please, please.

What’s it all for

We’re always on the hunt for more

border wars;

trade wars;

More!

No Trace

I used to want to be somebody,

like a timeless, red bricked storefront with flashing lights and neat displays.

Now I just hope to be nobody,

like the flowering weed, covering ground, indistinguishable, leaving no trace.

I used to want

Now I just

Step in time with the rhythms of the earth and mind, waiting to be left behind.

Emulsified into the liquid sun, Eviscerated into the mountains

Leaving no trace.