Advice from Strangers

Just as everyone asks the 100 year old men and women
how they lived for so long,
I ask the every man and woman
how they survived depression,
madness, thoughts of anger and
utter despair.

Raw eggs, a life away from sugar and nicotine,
no sex since the 20's -
will the old say,

Long walks, staring off into sunsets and counting stars,
hearing the truth in the music and seeing the lies in life -
will the survivors say.

Live and love yourself, they'll all say,
jump on the last train, or plane, or bus to anywhere,
find out where the secrets of the big cities
breathe, sleep, fuck, and play,

It isn't about sitting back, and looking in the past,
you've got to lift your head up,
get up out of the gutters where you stare at the stars,
and take the knife out of your hands,
put the pills and drink down,
and start walking -

Move to a new town,
Meet new friends,
Eat new foods,
Love someone new.

The whole point isn't to stare into the past
to divine great moments of the future,
it isn't the point to relive painful moments of our lives,
flogging ourselves with barbs from breakups.

How did you live,
when you were at life's peak,
when it was at it's worst,
I'll ask -

We opened our eyes, and finally
learned to live,
they'll say.

Cosmic Intentions

I can not imagine a world without you,
it would be dark and lonely.
I would not want to live in such a place -
for you are not just some star in the heavens,
you are my sun,
with which you give me life.

How could I not fall for her -
a love of brun and noir,
for when the sun shines
through her hair -
passions, intensity,
fire and smoke burn through,
raven's wings breathe in.

It's not fair, a lover so far away,
because of you my demons remain at bay,
I've given offering of sanity and age
but no matter how close I get,
you seem to stay close, but too far away.

I can not imagine a world without you,
it would be cold and lifeless.
I would not build a house or home there -
for you are not just some girl on this earth,
you are my everything,
with which I measure my heartbeat.

A Siren Against the Storm

And there we were,
standing only feet apart,
but it felt like you were
oceans away, with only
a little ferry of our love
to keep our islands afloat.

When you turned & walked
away, every levee & dam
broke, spilling over my
guards, tearing down my
walls, washing my
heart away.

It's Over

You stole the thunder out of my chest,
the lightning died from my heart,
the rain fell heavy, flooding my eyes.

There's a thing about dreams -
             even nightmares are
             in your wildest fantasies.

A Breath from Our Destiny

We're standing on the red brick road,
approximately ten to nowhere,
five from anywhere,
East form the far-reaching horizon,
West from any form of journey -

We are standing on a plane of reality,
knowing that with any step in any direction
we break the spell of momentary peace from
our
orenda.

We step towards each other,
East & West finally meeting,
a breath from our destiny,
the veins of the bricks finally pumping
as we take each other into our arms
and
-

Mad at Him

I was always mad at him,
not because he truly did anything wrong -
he was true to himself,
and I was mad he never noticed me -
until I realized
I
was blind,
and he had always seen me,
and he had fallen for me,
and I became mad,
for not
noticing him
noticing me.

Rambling from a Drunken Kid

It is within the mood of a single person that a whole group is affected -
a double ripple in a shallow mirror pond.

But, when the person retains a new emotion or idea,
that the new ripples of the pond reverberate against the old -
either canceling out all and creating mirror-like state

or creating a whole new kind of third ripple wave state,
that either makes the group reflect & rebound,
or the single person is thrust into a new being

that their whole being is created into a tertiary state -
that they have learned from the mirror and new state,
that the tertiary state has become a third person.