Thursday, August 18, 2016

Repeat it enough


Do you ever repeat a word over and over and over until it loses all sense of meaning and you wonder what the hell happened and how and why did someone put these random letters together to form this word and make it mean this abstract thing. How do these random letters pushed together convey the concept that is this word. And how after the 1,000 repetition it still means nothing.  Tonight that word is enough, enough, enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough I am not enough. enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough I am enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough enough

Sunday, August 7, 2016

Time and Tides

I lost myself
On a beach on some foreign shore
Walking on distant streets

I lost myself
While looking for the shapes in clouds
While watching the heavens circle

I lost myself
While the snow fell around me
While I listened to the rain

I lost myself
In the warmth of the sun
While wrapping myself in scarves

I lost myself
And with every breath
I forgot a little more of who I am

I lost myself
While trying so desperately to find something real
Seeking, reaching, searching

I lost myself
While trying to make something of... myself
While trying to fill this body with experiences

I lost myself
To time and tides, oceans and clouds
To cherry blossoms and rain

I lost myself
With words and music
With love and beauty and pain

I lost myself
And now that I know I am lost
I can begin to find myself again

Monday, August 1, 2016

God of the Television

God of the television
offers 1.800 toll free confessions
                        he'll even send you a free pamphlet
on repentance or maybe acceptance
                        and all is forgiven
For no money at all
                        you just need to call!
Just call and confess
                        did we mention the free pamphlet?!
absolved of your guilt
                          by a voice mailbox
probably in Tibet