I decided to start a new poetry thread with a better title.



Where is there truth so real that it still bleeds? One heart out of a billion that still beats
Where is there art not nullified by flashy iconographers
Something never copied once by lacky, high photographers
Where is there life left unsurrendered to the critics, trash and tacky vendors
To the gloss of pretty prispers and their hateful little whispers
With their feathers and their dusters hiding edges and old rust spots
Where is there a cut without a band aid or a laugh without a mandate?
A man who finds all that he needs as he watches himself breathe
Where is there truth that bleeds?


We see Jesus in our onion rings but barely remember our own dreams
The world begs for us to share it but we only listen to the parrots
We see magazine racks and candy bar shacks and half naked girls and modified squirrels
Children's tears from distant worlds are mixed in with our sweaters and shoes
We can't feed our babies our own milk, we cough out our air's residue
We keep bombs stored in our mountains and toxins in our fountains
And take pills to go to bed at night and pills to greet the morning light
Pray every day for a savior and then watch our actors play the heroes
All the while are collided by the prayers of those in need
But we only listen to our greed
Where is there truth that bleeds?


Where is art so real it looks like that dried piece of bacon left over from the night before

Or that photograph on the refridgerator at your mom's house from when you were four
Where is life so real you can feel its textures, instead of grazing over it like a another imperfection?
Where is life with light you can't describe, something you know nothing of, that you can't judge

Pureness with no name that won't be tamed by stupid words made up to capture the poetry for after
Something that will never be the same, the last of its kind like two old mens' laughter
Like the first smile of true lovers or the last wave good bye because nothing lasts forever
Like the last of its breed, the lonely, roaming warrior of an old, ancient creed
Where is there truth that bleeds?








If we are the experiencers
Then is the experience just space and energy held in place by chemistry
Is life created randomly through a cosmic happening
When separate things act solidly through something called biology?

If a butterfly can make a violent sky half a world away
Because the currents it creates began to fluxuate
And a hundred dozen cousins help to operate
The oxygen as it begins to flow itself
Becoming strung together consciousness
Then are there a billion little variables unknown to the narrators
Working underneath the scene to make everything we see
Transforming tears to tidal waves and smiles into new-born babes?

If one day a tree can cave over deceased in the forest
But nobody's come around there that day to record it
Except for the ground that it found to absorb it
And the shrubs and the bugs who've all come to explore it
Then maybe the experience can take the reigns they call chaos
So a billion little variables unknown to the narractors
Can work together as an army filling life with harmony

If we are nothing but a coupling in a melody
In a giant song that takes so long it's called eternity
Then a tree will look just like a tree until there's no one there to see
A million billion subtleties that give us everything we need
And sometimes even what we dream

And then somehow it blows it, when we notice for a moment
The universe might have a mind and a plan laid out of some kind
And we know we're in its company when we feel this thing we call beauty







I wrote this poem to make you happy
Because I decided that's all I care about
When you're ecstatic to your bones
I feel it doubly so

I hope that this can make you happy
Cause I decided I can't stand it when your down
When there's displeasure in your soul
I feel it doubly so

And I always feel so god damned happy
Whenever we're together and you laugh out loud
So laugh for reasons that you don't know
I feel it doubly so

And let the little things be at peace
Because I always know when you're upset now
And when something's not in your control
I feel it doubly so

And don't get caught in tragic gravity
Where air feels like it can make you drown
Or I would have to follow you below
And feel it doubly so

Have how ever many people that you need
Use me in any way that you can dream how
Maybe some day you'll need me alone
I'll love you doubly so




Please don't do it again
Please don't leave me sitting next to you
Without a word between us
Just precious time dissolving like water in sand


I wish I wasn't selfish
That I could just give myself to you
And ask for nothing in return
But I want you to break your dams
And let me see your pretty soul


So please don't do it again
All I can do it beg, I have no words
Nothing I can think of that will wrap itself around your heart
And mold it so delicately around mine
I wish I didn't want to do that
I wish I wasn't selfish


But all I have are these poor words
They can't rhyme, they have no rhythm
They come in phrases that aren't complete
And stanzas that won't even out
Crusty metaphors without an ounce of detail
It's just me, I have nothing else


All I can ask you is please don't
Please don't do it again
I don't know what to give you
All I have left is infinite resilience
And that's the thing you gave me


I don't know what to say
But to sob here like a child
And pathetically beg you to take me
To give yourself to me
I can do nothing else
Please just be with me