Steady-as-she-goes guy
meets balls-to-the-wall girl.
The rest's history.
Sometimes I wish I
were over there or back there,
but I'm just right here.
The air was hot and
the clouds covered me with shade
and there were some trees.
I looked over and
saw them loving each other
like no one else could.
You have to invest
in the souls. Without the souls,
man, you got nothin'.
"I would say, 'Go to
hell', but I don't ever want
to see you again."
I might've taught my
daughter something, but mostly
she's taught me everything.
Lines in the sands are
blurred by complements, contrasts
I feel with my heart.
I have a new respect.
For the Gypsy follows
a difficult road.
I often walk
straight ahead, but it's nice to stop
and look back sometimes.
Sometimes there are souls
in this universe that just
need to hang out hard.
Becoming someone new
hurts. But, I can't wait to meet
her. She'll be so cool.
Four times four plus
one, not two, makes seven
syllables for a haiku.
There was a plane in
the sky like a moon and the
buildings glowed like gold.
I'm growing two plants.
One's in a pot and one's wild.
They give me my breath.
They walked in time to
the music or the sounds kept
time with the city.
Living a dream.
Because, there are many, many
more dreams to be lived.
The human wildlife
is thick on the pavement. Like
blankets on the sands.
The tree roots grew up
through the concrete cracks reminding
me of my place.
One day I'm anchored
down to ground. The next I'm
whisked away by winds.
There's a lot of
honking in this town. Today there
was a little less.
It was night and the
moon was white and out and I
felt calm and content.
The A/C blew my
hair while I watched the wind blow
the tops of the trees.
Concrete jungle, an
apartment in the city, Seinfeld;
I get it now.
I miss hearing the
sound of your keys at the door.
This city's too loud.
The city's under
my skin, on it, in it; a
city-skin fusion.
Then it was clear I'd
never know these people. They'd
always be strangers.
You never know the
rains until you've known every
kind of rain there is.
It is not about
where you live. It's about how
you live where you are.
It's time to shine and
if you're not shiny it's time
to buy some polish.
There could be concrete
between us, but I'm nature. I
can still feel the earth.
The sky was a perfect
pink-black. The silhouettes were
ones I could see through.
You choose your
adventures in this life. My
adventure is a party.
I'm not sure the right
way to say it, but the sky's
beautiful in your eyes.
It's hard to know how
to say, in just the right way,
that this night is cool.
The mosquitoes, the
roaches even the squirrels are
bolder here. My heart.
Her shirt said, "I brought
the awesome. What did you bring?"
And I thought, 'The noise.'
The sounds of evening
were floating through the windows.
Sounds of quieting.
With a lotta love
and just a little time it'll all
start to feel better.
It's been a rough day,
Soldier, but you made it through.
Call it Victory.
The people sway with
the rhythm of the train. The
train sways with the land.
The immensity
just hit me. Depths, layers that
only gods could know.
