These words spill from my mind
A waterfall of hot stones
Spreading in a pool around our feet

You wonder where I come from
Why
I’m a cloudy day
And you’re all rain
But;
My heart, it does float
A tiny mote

Back and forth along a line
Thin and sharp and cutting like
These words that rise against
Mid thigh

They hold us back, my words made weapons designed to break the armor
But my love hides
Always beneath
This pale form, oblique and hard to define
And discern

But the pattern
It’s in the stones, cold and clattering
and cruel
No matter the cloud, the rain, the word
You are there,
A (my) sun

Hello anyone who is still out there. I almost forgot about this account here. I’ve been obsessed with twitter and now Instagram.
But I’ve been skimming some stuff you guys have written, and reacquainting myself with tumblr.
Anyway, been spending a lot of time with my girlfriend, learning how to live with a person other than myself. It’s been fun… But it’s been a learning experience. My girlfriend has been civilizing me, it’s been slow and agonizing, I am giving up childhood’s ghost kicking and screaming, and my girlfriend would be sainted were she not an atheist of some sort.
We got a parrot. He’s a Senegal parrot, and he was supposed to be a birthday present for her, but he didn’t like her and was really mean to her. It seems he picked me.
Now we’re getting another bird, and I’m not allowed to touch this one until he bonds with her.
I gotta say, rearing this baby parrot is really preparing me for kids, which is good, because my girlfriend’s eleven year old daughter is coming to live with us.
Seriously, there can’t be that much of a difference between a baby bird and a preteen girl, right?
Right?

Yes, yes
Such is this precious life
This circle
In which we all participate
Sooner and later
So we grasp the hands
Of those we love
If only in our minds
And catch up with each other
When we have the
Time

Work Work Work

All these moments
Spent with you
Are tiny gems
A million glittering points
They defeat the dark
And crown like jewels
My gaze
Upon your countenance
And light my path
Under deepest cover
Of night

I don’t watch football but I find myself watching The Broncos when they play because it’s a little bit of home. Also, Vegas doesn’t have a team ( other than college sports) so its fun to hear all the people out here brag about their teams. But then I realize that I actually really hate sports, and I wonder what the fuck is wrong with me. Football?? Football?? I need to get back to what makes me happy, and that’s my guitar. Fuck sports. Fuck football. No matter what team or what state. Long live Art.

Standing below this sky

Painted like water color

      Orange washes 

Over pink

The desert horizon

Rises like calm ambition

      and stars appear

Peeking through blue sheets

Like eyes

So alone immeresed in throngs

People washing over me

      water images waver

Say hello ( i said it)

But make sure to say

       good bye

Hit the big three-two today. Kind of strange getting to this point, considering I tried my best to ensure it would never happen. But life works out funny sometimes, I guess, and here I am in Las Vegas with the woman I thought I’d never be lucky enough to be with again, let alone see at all. It’s a little sad to be away from my friends and fam but their well-wishes on my phone are nice, and the best present of all was waking up next to my love, so it all evens out. So out here on my balcony looking at the shape of the strip cutting into the early morning haze lying over the city is a new kind of calm. One I’m not used to. And it’s nice. But getting older is some kind of bitter-sweet, isn’t it?

Driving home

One contemplates the

Point of everything and

Every little thing

Leads to

The realization that

We are

small bits

Really,

And the time spent

With those we

Love

Means that much more

Because in the

Grand Scheme of Things

Love is small

Yet envelopes

All the little things

First day of work in a new city. Kinda scary.