Love · Uncategorized

WHY I LOVE ALAYNA (and why you should too) 4/30/18

Alayna has such a positive effect on this world. Every day, in so many ways, she helps and HEALS people. She has dedicated her life to it. Professionally, she works TWO jobs helping abused women and people with disabilities. All the while she kick’s school butt on her way to become a social worker so she can help even more people. Her natural talent at listening heals all her friends in their times of need, and lord knows, it has helped me at some of my lowest points.

She is outrageously fun. She is sassy and spunky, and being around her is addictively wonderful.

She is intelligent and deep, every day she teaches me and broadens my horizons/perspective.

She has a strength I have never experienced. She deals with so much every day, and has been through such steel obstacles. Yet endures and accomplishes true greatness.

She is an absolute wonder.

I love Alayna more and more every day, and you should too.

Death

Cheerios 4/28/18

I see my grandma

in the best parts of myself

like crops that were only allowed to grow

because her pure and innate love

planted the seed.

 

In times of turmoil

In times of useless atrophy

I think of wondrous stories

I once again become the child that used his grandma’s cane

as a pirate sword, rocket ship, lazer gun, or dance partner,

the ornate colors of my imaginations

weave tapestries that brighten my life,

all because she fostered that creativity

all because this woman spent her afternoon

with me and my brother

being dinosaurs, fighting crime, and sailing seas

 

she taught me to take the ideas in my hand

and make them a reality,

 

and that lesson allows me to create the things

that give my life purpose and passion

 

so should I ever do anything of importane

it is because she showed me

how to forge brilliance and wonder

from ideas in my head,

 

and even though she won’t witness

the culmination of her influences,

even though she won’t witness

the things I create,

 

I believe that in a way, she has already seen them

 

As a sophomore in high school

I first learned to code, HTML,

I made a box appear on a computer,

I told it how big to be,

I told it what color to be,

I was lit on fire

 

Directly after school, I raced to her apartment that day

and made her a little website,

explained every line of commands

and what they did,

 

obviously she had no clue what I was saying,

her computer knowledge started and ended

with solitaire..

 

but still,

she saw that spark in me,

and I believe she has already

seen all the technological creations I will make.

 

and even though she won’t hear the musicality

in the lines of my poetry

even though she won’t see the face

of the loved ones I read poems to

 

I believe she already heard it

 

I went to her apartment often,

and every time I played her songs

on that little keyboard

 

and sure I was no Beethoven,

and more often than not

that keyboard eventually ended in DJ mode

where I played her an “Avante Garde”

symphony of record scratches, lazer sounds,

and whatever noises I discovered the keyboard made that day

 

but still,

she saw that gift in me

and I believe she’s already heard

every song and poem I’ll ever write,

 

she unlocked my creativity

she became the canvas

I painted my dreams upon

 

Nan I see you

in the best parts of me,

the only parts I like,

you are the reason I dream,

you are the reason I create,

your influence brightened my world

and I will love you

and carry you with me

forever.

 

Thanks for listening.

Everyday Life · Guest Photographer · Nature

Limp Again 4/24/18

I am running fast enough

to never catch my breath

build, create, dismantle

until I’ve nothing left

 

step, turn, and step again

I run further on,

break my legs

and limp for days

never noticing the ponds

 

I run too hard

and hurt myself

I’ll probably do it again

bathe in blood, and sweat, and sin

why did I begin?

 

oh so fast,

I limp again,

 

I pray life slows me down.

If it can only teach itself

or learn a method how.

Love

thin tether 4/23/18

In my life, I have only truly loved three women:

 

My high school sweetheart,

a burning flame with a college crush,

 

and now

your daughter.

 

Losing a love is hard

and it destroys your soul

a little more every time

 

but I was never prepared me for the lost of their families.

 

Their mother became my mother,

caring for me in their own special ways

showing me love

 

Their father became my father

showing me how to be a better man

welcoming me

 

Their little brother became my little brother

to guide and mentor

looking up to me

 

And just like those loves

their families too,

faded into void

 

phantasmal.

yet vivid.

 

now, every interaction with your family

every breathe of kindnes

sends a shiver of fear down the core of my being

 

for our connection is but a tether,

to be cut

 

 

at the first sign of trouble.

 

 

Friendship · Guest Photographer

To the men who made me 4/20/2018

To the men who made me

forged me from steel

you’ve given me strength

and a love more real,

than ever I’ve known,

or ever I’ll feel.

 

Dear father, please hear me

know deep my heart

you’ve shown me life’s gears,

its machinations,

its parts.

 

Dear brother, you whole wild youth

I see earthly remains

of bold innate truth,

its brave fortitude,

burning greatly in you.

 

To the men who made me

chiseled from stone

you’ve given more life

than ever I’ve known

 

and I’ll love you more

than can ever be shown.

Uncategorized

Rubber Baby Buggy Bumpers 4/19/20 ( a rhyming exercise)

rubber baby buggy bumpers

rapping happily by back street dumpster cruppers

a full lump of clump trumpeters

say fast the last tax of a TJ max

or ask why the fly guy sigh’s politly

near by but no knows why

this strange strange guy cries

in lines of nine nights back

to back so tight he might fight

the flight too late to drive

I might lie not to a lazy layman lacking

the triumphant triumphs of a hazy

trained plan elephant fanaticaly

attacking the sacking of hacky sack

matches in mid October,

this droning rover

more grumpy than

a squeaky cleaning

gleaming Grover

Friendship

Alexis 4/17/2018

Family is not blood

but the weight of the bond

which binds in loving tether

strong, fierce, together

 

For sister is a role

that my life’s never known

yet I’ve felt that love

for dear Alexis alone

 

Your strength,

inspires me

Your feats,

surprise me

your wisdom,

enlightens me

 

And in deepest night

or in Summer’s bright light

 

I will love

appreciate

defend

 

the big sis I never had

and the only one,

I’ll ever need

 

yet I have one request,

if you’d please,

smile for me today

and if its okay,

every other day too.