THe NotebOOk
Monday, March 30, 2009
seconds
sometimes a fleeting moment
captures my fingers
it goes on forgotten
never to have its sound
grace my ears once again.
the smooth conversation
we never had
but are remembered for more
clearly as the brook
that shimmers, shimmy
through the windy livelihood
dependent on its continuing
rushing on. like everything
we live for now
becoming past in motion
smiling as we go on
believing seconds last
forever.
¶ 2:50 PM
sometimes a fleeting moment
captures my fingers
it goes on forgotten
never to have its sound
grace my ears once again.
the smooth conversation
we never had
but are remembered for more
clearly as the brook
that shimmers, shimmy
through the windy livelihood
dependent on its continuing
rushing on. like everything
we live for now
becoming past in motion
smiling as we go on
believing seconds last
forever.
¶ 2:50 PM
You tell me to swing it
You know the way it goes
You've seen this lick before
Yeah, most everybody knows
But i expand the boundaries
But i won't play this game
The rules are most beleaguered
And end results the same
Nobody's going nowhere
Nobody's someones son
The daughter of anybody
Who could be anyone
The truth is what moves forward
The truth is it won't end
it isn't dissapearing
More lively than the wind
¶ 11:50 AM
Wednesday, March 04, 2009
another rainy day
we got mixed up in the pain
the journey to the toil
a man repairs his walker
in the middle of the street
but we drive on
up the way
beyond the lights
seen through the grey
compliment the indecision
¶ 8:10 PM
