Tuesday, September 25, 2007

the pianist

This is the building I call home
yet no bed occupies the space
I see no pictures of babies or siblings or pets
there's no trace of me here...

In this great wide expanse of earth and learning and people
I feel lost
I feel squashed
I am small

Yet in this single structure I am
alive
whole
....calm

A spirit of greatness is ever present
and I feel it penetrate my soul
as I play

I am a musician, an artist, a magician

the notes sing (words you and I don't know)
the sound is rich
the plink plink of the notes heals my pain
and I

......find peace

Bright Eyes, And A Beautiful Soul.

eyes bright- she undresses
her soul, right there
before my eyes
i [hissss- buzzzzz]
am attracted
i [hissss- buzzzzz]
fall victim of her beauty
and i [hisssss- buzzzzz]
connect with her lips

i feel the [hissss
...................... buzzzzz]
of our electric connectivity
and our analogue attraction
jokes, stories and experience
not to mention the desire of.......

for her a million kisses couldn't
quite capture how much
i [hisssss- buzzzzz] care
for her
nor could they replace me
when i'm [a
.................way] for weeks at a time
[ticktocktick tock tick.....tock]
time counts down until the next
...................................................Kiss....................................

PPPHHMMMMMAAAAAUUUUUHHHHHHHHH!


~Will you remember the days, placed in nooks, and laying on beds? while the music still plays.


Love,
Digress.

Sunday, September 23, 2007

Looking for puddles

He looks at it, planning it, forecasting it.
He bites down hard on his lip, staring and glaring at it.
But I don’t look at it like he does. I look at it and smile and giggle a little
I look at you and ask you how beautiful it is, and see you smile.
We would both take off our coats,
that makes us the same,
But he would hand you his, put it over your shoulders, and rush you to his car
Pulling you out of the way of puddles.
He’ll tell you to hurry into your house,
And get out of it,
He’ll tell you it’s bad, it’s a bad night.
I wouldn’t hand you my coat,
unless you asked for it.
I would drop it on my porch, and walk you to the street.
Then I would smile at you, and tell you that you were right
It is beautiful.
And then I would race you home, letting you splash me with all the big puddles
(even if I see them first).
And maybe then I would stand with you in your front yard,
And tell you how beautiful you are.
And maybe then you won’t want to go into your house,
You won’t want to get out of it.
And maybe you’ll tell me that it’s a good night
It’s the best night.

Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Minor Scrapes and Brusies

i wake up in this hospital bed
white lights flashing, i can't grip my head
things swivel and fade out of sight
i don't know if this is day or night
i'm chained down with stress written on my face
what is this place? or is this a phase?
doctors rush in and attempt to control my sense
its not gonna work, the injuries are too intense
blood shoots from here to there, but no pain felt
i'm doped up with drugs that keep me from hell
i fade back to black, creating a prison cell

i can't believe i'm right here
injured but still able to think clear
i can't believe i'm still here
injured but able to feel the fear
i can't believe that you're here
injured but you survived

back on the road to life
i'm heading away with my girl in the seat
she's got her mind on the heat
miles more to go, and we can get off the street
out the car and we can feel our hearts beat
the traffic clears and i push the pedal down
i feel like we're traveling faster than sound
it starts to rain so i slow up, as not to drown
she seems relieved by the looks of things
downhill we go right toward our dreams

i can't believe i'm right here
injured but still able to think clear
i can't believe i'm still here
injured but able to feel the fear
i can't believe that you're here
injured but you survived

crashes and screams surround my nightmare themes
all around, no escape, i can't move nor wake
finally i pull up the courage to escape
eyes open and lock on hers as she begins to shake
gets up and walks away from the incident
i'm on pavement red with blood and an unusual tint
me and shattered glass go looking for my consequence
paramedics scrape me up and put me in the ambulance
faces fade to black and i'm in a state worse than trance

I just can't believe you survived
i can't believe you'll stay at my side
injured your perfection
you must have been ejected the proper direction
i just can't believe you still love me
can't believe you don't want to flee

~Bravery in certian circumstances.

Love,
Digress.

Friday, September 07, 2007

Looking for something you can feel; something you can hold

As long as everyone is writing about love, this was the first paper i wrote for my creative writing class up at CU.

Love rides a little lopsided, with scratched here and there,
Built up from the wear and tear, when times seemed to tough to bear.
It’s the click and a clack in your heart,
And the slow steady dark, when forgiveness is given to start,
And two souls meet and set a mark.
Love is tested, and chipped and scratched,
But still radiating precision cuts, designed to last.
It’s the taste of too many hands, to many tears,
And the barrier of years, breading those moments of absolutely no fears.
Love is like a motionless memory, and a persevering remedy.
It’s those moments at night when the light is right,
And the cold chill bites, and breathing isn’t right, your chest squeezes tight.
Love is a sigh of relief, when you suck a breath deep
And your nose to your lungs feel the wintergreen heat.
So what is love?
Love is when you aren’t scared to die, cause you’ll never be more alive

Oh and Leyba, i have a sweet creative writing intro to show you next time i come down, or ill email it or something if i can find a scanner

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

brave

hips grinding and drunken mistakes
it's like a movie with no good outtakes
breathing for the intake and feeling for the heartache
blindly, we all watch for the pagebreak

find a good excuse to pass that bottle
press the gas and 'blip' that throttle
stupid ass decisions, head-on collisions
you do it to yourself

sorry i'm not happy
let me apologize for myself

yEStERYEar