:building steam with a grain of salt
signs
the universe:
for what it’s worth:
“Are you a believer?”, she asked.
We’d just sat down & I wasn’t ready for an argument, not at this hour. I thought of many things before carefully preparing my response. For this was our first official meeting. A sit down & dine, the first sit down & dine, with my lover’s mother. It’s easy when you have a history with someone, to say what’s on your mind. Well it should be. The more you know about someone the more you sometimes have to censor, as with information comes politics.
Out of those considered I pondered enlightened passages & philosophical fairness,
in conversation with myself.
It’s not about what you’re looking at,
It’s about what you see.
It doesn’t matter how you do things,
As long as you are doing them.
If you continue to do, just what you do,
does it always lead to success?
I believe so.
I respect people who stick to their guns.
They always seem to triumph,
no matter how long it takes.
Yet we all claim to know people who have wasted life waiting.
We retell the story to avoid
doing difficult things ourselves,
for it’s easier to be the person who warned more than willed.
Imagine a world defined by one word, one ideal, one saying.
Words can describe moments & music can help you remember them.
No phrase captures it all, as no song says it all.
Your sense of smell pointing you,
to places you’ve once been & long to belong to.
People are in search of a simple truth,
a hard-line, a stance to live by.
Words to recite when things go awry
I used to believe that the more definition my life had,
the more control I would have over it.
Now in reality,
there are now more lists
needing maintenance.
Coming full circle,
I considered,
“It’s all about what you do with what you think.”
So, what i did was smile.
After one final pause I said,
“I’d prefer not to talk about it.”
:couldn’t love you more
:symbols of the sun
lazy calm:
to only speak in S.O.S.
to always live in 10% panic
to never leap
to never love
to never live
to never know better
five bucks in my pocket:
:busy station
as nude as the news:
you’ve got to consider history.
sign language was born out of war,
a battle of the senses.
when engines failed & words would no longer do.
in every environment where language is languid,
a series of hand signals is invented.
we should consider this more often.
what to do in times of trouble?
we should learn from experience,
but i always forget what to remember.
these stories always sound so
much better when the words are fired
in the direction of others.
it’s too easy not to listen to ourselves.
as we’ve heard that story
one too many times.
it’s like cooking for one.
leaders of men
thatisabeginning 