Friday, November 27, 2009

We are bordering on
each breath
and mistake
we have ever
chosen to take
and each breath you
take towards this chest
awakens solice as two.

We stop to
remember
every footstep
we had never made
would lead us here
and every
unforgiven moment
no longer matters.

your hands curl into mine
and time is lost
and you breath into me
and into me
there you are.

Saturday, September 19, 2009




I've got these memories
resting in the palms of your hands.
and I am laying at your feet
forgetting forgiveness
wasn't something needed.
and my heart
has seen better
sides of the sun
Maps could not
tell you where I've
been since then,
since Autumn came
early
and winter
passed just as fast.
But
you could trace my veins
and make a run for it,
they would tell you
I'm headed west.



Ive tracked these foot steps
back to the beginning
when we would
fly these kites
and crash these boats
against an oceans wake
but things we're not
torn up
and tangled then
and we
could sail just as far
and now
we are landlocked


There are bridges burning
while new ones are paved
and I cannot help
but look forward to
mislead
gut
feelings
and
easy afternoons
on train tracks
I've never seen before.
They look just the same
as 300 miles before
and I know
they will lead me
where they need
me to be.
There is this breath in me
that cannot escape from Monday's
and lost Sundays
And I am pacing myself
at this crossing
this river
and I am still forgetting
to breath.
We bleed war stories
we never knew
talking American pride
and these walls,
and we could never
have that kind of pride,
like those soldiers
our brothers.
But we could know pride
of other things
without guns
without armor.
But they wouldn't salute us
and we could only be
enemies of this state,
of our own
breathed
ground
and rock
and morter.
But we will still march

we will still march.
I am stationary
waiting
finding the strokes
of your fingertips
are just the same
as they had been
from
the beginning
and you bleed led
when your
heart pours out onto
drenched pieces of paper
and old wooden benches
but you'd prefer
the latter.