Thursday, April 24, 2008

A Child's Laughter

A child’s laughter. Innocence and beauty echo through the air. Happiness. Children know true happiness. They show an appreciation for life that we can’t understand. Each day is a new adventure, new journeys, new experiences. It is fresh. It is free. But each day brings a child closer to the day when he will no longer see the wonder of a new day. One day that child will wake up and wish he hadn’t. His mind will travel to yesterdays, to regrets. His heart will ache for moments lost, hours wasted. And as he questions his mistakes and doubts his decisions, more moments will be lost and more hours wasted. There will come a day when that child forgets to live and love each day for what it is. When that child turns his eyes away from the pure beauty of the world and stares at blank screens. When that child fails to realize the greatness he is capable of and settles for less than he deserves. When that child does not hear the sound of his own beating heart and marches instead to others’ time. There will come a day when that child will grow up. But for today, at least, he is happy.

Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Open Your Eyes

Take my hand and watch the world go by. But we were blind. Blank stares. The blink of an eye and life passes by. These eyes are only good for making tears. Cry a while. In my heart. On my face. Sadness that I can’t erase. Can you see it? I see nothing. We see nothing. We’re too busy to open our eyes so we run blindly through the streets. Fuck this. Fuck you. I want to see. I want to feel. I want to live. Dry your tears, child, the sun is up, the clouds have passed. The day is here to conquer fear, to lift your head, to take a step. Every day you live brings you closer to the day you die. Are you living for something worth dying for?

Can You See It?

A gentle breeze flows over the ground, causing the leaves to jump about in a dance. The wind is not cold, though not warm. There is a softness to it. It doesn’t attack like the winter wind does. Instead it moves more slowly, through crevices, around obstacles, caressing those who take a moment to enjoy the feeling of its touch. The brightness of the cloudless blue skies above can be challenged only by the dazzling vision of greens, pinks and yellows in fields and gardens below. This is a time of rest. A time of recuperation. A time of rejoicing. Life appears in the most unexpected of places. A flower blooms from under a rock. A baby bird peeks out from a crack in the wall of an abandoned building. The sounds of laughter, play, happiness can be heard floating in the air. Beauty is everywhere. In the bark of a tree, in the weathered wood of a backyard deck, in the petals of a blossoming flower, in the texture of a rock, in the rays of sun shimmering in a puddle, and in the eyes of those who see it all.

I see the beauty in you. Can you see it?

First Star I See Tonight...

A star falls through the sky and crashes next to me.

It was once so beautiful, brilliant. It lit up the sky, showing me and countless others the way through dark times. It was bold and breathtaking. It was soft, with a steady glow. Unwavering, sure of it’s place in the universe. It was reliable, always there when the nights seemed endless. It was determined, shining brightly even on the cloudiest of evenings. It had the most miraculous ability to bring a smile to my face so effortlessly. It was soothing, reassuring, promising. It was safe.

But tonight it fell. And as it lies smoldering at my feet I can’t help but wonder what horrible force could have destroyed something so magnificent. The thought is enough to place fear deep in my heart as I walk blindly on in this darkest hour.

Beauty Most Innocent

The silence is soothing, gentle like the blanket of white that lies over the earth. The streets are empty, serene tranquility. People move slowly, making paths as they go that will soon be lost, hidden under a fresh layer of softness. Words are spoken in hushed whispers, just audible above the muted sound of the snow being packed down by the weight overlying. Despite the wind that whirls the flakes into a dance as they descend from the clouds above, there is a certain warmth hanging heavily in the air. The snow insulates the world with a forgiving tenderness, cushioning, comforting, protecting. The brightness is like a light in this season of darkness, purity covering filth, hope amid despair. It is beauty at its most innocent.

Sunday, April 06, 2008

"Himerus and Eros" --The Spill Canvas

You're captivating while evading
All the questions I have for you like,
"What exactly makes you tick?"
When the guilt sets in tell me
What are we going to do?

Your tongue is wet with a top secret passion
I hope I am the cause of it
I'll navigate this unsturdy vessel
Filled with a soft sea of pillows and blankets

And I fight the urge to explore
The vastness of your curves I adore
You know I, I hate you
No, I hate you more
You know I, I love you
No, I love you more

Yes, it's true
You've brainwashed me and now I'm more confused
I still somehow hope I end up with you
Yes, it's true
I romanticize every single thing I do
Especially when it comes to you

I've sunken in the quicksands of love
And I don't want you to rescue me
Screw what my supposed friends think
It's obvious they reek of jealousy
It's obvious they reek of jealousy

And I fight the urge to explore
The vastness of your curves I adore
You know I, I hate you
No, I hate you more
You know I, I love you
No, I love you more

Yes, it's true
You've brainwashed me and now I'm more confused
I still somehow hope I end up with you
Yes, it's true
I romanticize every single thing I do
Especially when it comes to you

I hope to God I mean a little more than the sounds that escape your tired 4 A.M. lips
And oh-how I wish I meant a little more than a symphony of heavy breathing and the friction of hips

Yes, it's true
You've brainwashed me and now I'm more confused
I still somehow hope I end up with you
Yes, it's true
I romanticize every single thing I do
Especially when it comes to you