comprende

there are only so many hours in the day, touche
michael buble
and i've only got so many more breaths in me, boopy
doopy
i keep doing
and then learning
i can't seem to do both at the same time
life is like (yes, cliche but true) a roller coaster
sometimes i'm flyin having too much sun
sometimes i'm better off viewing from the ground
like a faun too beautiful for its own comprehension
the meaning of my life defiantly defies explication, and even as soon as i think i get it... it's gone

the minus sign

People are so afraid of negativity
Including me
So hard to figure out what to do with it… distract it? Deal with it? Dwell in it? Ignore it?
So much harder to just be with it, and wait, until an answer comes, of its own accord.
We all want answers, instant answers.
We all want to be up, and cool, and hip, and trendy, and now
Nobody wants to be stuck and old and unkempt and hairy
But usually it’s only after you’ve let your hair get too long and greasy
And your clothes worn out too many times
That you begin to remember what it was that the last person said
And you actually connect a train of thoughts
So that your world makes sense and you’ve accepted it, all of it.

spilling beans

The cold and dusty shoulder of solitude
Can just kiss my untanned a*&
That is what I say

I have realized that my gift
Is to speak the truth (sometimes)
That nobody, not even I, wants to hear

like the dark-clothed, blank staring old man in my classroom who most folks turned their nose at...
by the end of the quarter
he was the one that most raised a glass to

I may not always tell the truth,
But most of the time
It’s harder not to.