Moreover(September 16, 2011)

Moreover
September 16, 2011

The board gets erased away,
along with this lucid day,
surely as dust collects on a cloak,
and the time ticks slowly on a clock.

While the weather is torn,
between sunny weather,
or a storm,
the flowers grow. Moreover,

The lights will fade,
even the brightest star,
lives its all,
no matter how far.

Thoughts will leave,
even if it’s in need,
or dreams will change,
in all the haze.

The waves will break,
even the last piece of cake,
and the date as of late,
is harder to commemorate.

A Piano Piece I'll Write(August 12, 2011)

A Piano Piece I'll Write
August 12, 2011

In the attempt to write a piano piece,
the one that seemed so easy to begin,
but so difficult to go on,
I finally realized what to do,
was just sit and talk with you.

Leave the piano to rest,
until I was ready to play,
and continue on the day.

But as I sit and sit,
nothing strikes a word of thought,
to explain anything I ought.

So I'm trying to figure out,
how to communicate a simple thought,
then it hits me,
out of the blue,
a special way to just say hi to you.

It mat be extravagant,
but in the end it just might be the trick,
just the ticket.

A piano piece I'll write,
I'll sit at my desk with a paper or two,
then after that I'll go back to the piano,
oh how I've missed you,

just so you'll smile,
and we'd finally talk for awhile,
and maybe actually have a conversation.

That would be worth playing,
a thousand times in my head.
Of course that's already been done.
But why not make it a thousand and one?

A Ramble of Pointlessness(July 27, 2011)

A Ramble of Pointlessness
July 27, 2011

It’s only hard for life to be a breeze,
because the trees of all the possibilities,
are always standing in my way.

There are just too many for me to see the sun,
so I guess i’ll have to run, and run,
just to find the one tall enough to take me to the view.

Just like the buildings in a giant city,
standing one by one,
the cars in traffic,
and the people on the street.

It’s hard to see through the crowd,

but it’s not far you see.

So when I say I’ll run, run, run,
just to catch a plane,
the one that will take me to my heart,
which belongs to art,
and the music that I make,
I mean it,
it doesn’t matter what road I’ll have to take.

‘Cause believe me I have everything to gain,
just by smiling it helps the pain,
and hugs are the best,
when you’re in a mess.
At least for me that’s what I need,
some times indeed.

I know I’m writing this as plain as paper,
but it helps to staple.
all my thoughts together,
in words that sound good,
like they should.

So when I say I’ll run, run, run,
I mean it,
because the colors on a canvas,
are all I know how to guess,
and that’s all I ever see on a test,
and I may not be the best,
but at least it isn’t anything less.

Now after reading this,
I bet you miss,
the seconds waisted,
just to read,
a ramble of pointlessness.

A Superhero(July 10, 2011)

A Superhero
July 10, 2011

Exactly at the bittersweet end,
the one that makes you close your eyes,
and wish it all over again.

Exactly at the point of fail,
you realize how mush you care,
about how not to do that over again.

Exactly when life is a treat,
you see everything that’s sweet,
and look at details again.

So full of inspiration,
one little thing to the next,
can turn anyone into this.

This what?
This unstoppable person,
a superhero in their own head.

Ready to use their powers,
in the short amount of time,
usually procrastination is where it begins.

It ends eventually,
but hopefully after completing,
all goals that you’ve been meaning.

If you turn around,
and see a castle,
you probably built it.

Just not realizing,
exactly,
how you could do such a thing.

Silver lining on the clouds(June 26, 2011)

Silver Lining on the clouds
June 26, 2011

If you see past the grass that’s green,
look past the clouds of white,
the next thing that’ll be in sight,
is every shade of color shinning in the light.

Glittering with gold from the sun,
and silver lining on the clouds,
the day has only just begun,
as the sky turns to you.

Wind blown hair,
rain droplets in the air,
no matter what is there,
the weather always changes again.

Once you see the sky so blue,
and the day starting a new,
the changes in might,
always mess with the kite.

The tree leaves move,
even when you loose,
the time that leaves,
as fast as it please.

But at night,
the sky has stars,
that cover the sky,
and any place near by.

Because I'll Travel Someday(June 12, 2011)

Because I'll Travel Someday
June 12, 2011

The sound of planes,
crossing over days,
the ones spent sitting,
listening to the air.

So calm and crisp is the night,
that it makes my heart fill with delight,
at the site of this land,
this ground on which I stand.

Is this normal,
for me to want here more?
to be near,
these dears,
and away from all my fears?

It seems only fair,
that all I do is stare,
out this window wanting to be there,
but I can’t be here.

How I miss the snare,
the one left to snatch,
all my feelings,
the trap that makes me smile,
I always have to wait awhile.

But it’s okay,
because I’ll travel someday,
and I’ll stop by,
and you now won’t wonder why.

Breathe(June 7, 2011)

Breathe
June 7, 2011

Face the grate,
the one closing in,
trapping your stomach,
until you have to hold your breath.

Your face turns purple,
as you wait and hope,
that something or someone,
will free you from this pin.

But than you panic,
and think,
it’s never going to end,
so you’re forced to stop.

You think,
and think,
and one word comes to mind,
and that word is in the air.

Breathe,
it’ll keep the air from building inside,
your lungs,
and soon a smile will appear.

Your breathing,
is exactly what you’ve been needing,
because when you hold your breath,
the world closes in on your brain.

The grate will leave,
just realize how to stay,
okay,
when the world feels like it’s sinking in.