friday the thirteenth

a few closed doors remain, a few hurdles to go for
it's all going somewhere
the destination
endless possibility

i feel content, somewhat at peace
grateful


will you keep me in mind
was on my mind
as your mind was far away


get some rest my sweets xo

brennan love

'5 am.
Wide awake.
There's a city in ink,
On her breast.
A bright dancing world.
Behind those eyes.
I was cast for breaking.
Unmaking.
Hard as glass.
Every bit as brittle.
Swing hard my love.
You might get through.

For Laura.'

march IN//march OUT

I lost my grandma; the memories remain, so strong, her presence wraps me in warmth, keeping me strong. stronger than ever really.
Walls fall, worlds come tumbling down.
In one door, out another
one ear through the other
two hands grab the cover.

Everything feels deeper with eyes closed,
don't look at me, I don't want you to see
what I'm feeling.

I lost my lover to the sea,
I'm face down, salt water drowning me.
S'pose I'll find another.

My heart is open
and I'm learning
what it is to love
real love.

I'm planted firmly on this ball spinning circles through the universe,
this is my blink of time, I'm going to spend it well.
Well done.

Here's to something brighter,
so bright you have to close your eyes to see it.


Dream on.xo

for what it's worth

To love and to have lost is such a powerful feeling;
hopeless, breathless, clueless as to what comes next.

Standing in the middle of an empty street
exhaling frozen smog
snow on my eyelash
snow in my hair
the light glows a warm yellow, like an autumn moon
clouds hang high;
yet no one is there
no is there to share this beautiful view, from this random spot on this random road on this random night at this random time.
Oh, sweet melancholy.

The tangled web has me stranded, hanging by the wrong thread.
But in it all there's hope, excitement, even happiness.

Here's to the future,
hopefully a little more dry, a little more fruitful, a little more forward.

Bring it on.

scum fucks of america

united
bastards
heart
less
hope
less
broken
bruised
scarred
and you have no
fucking clue
as to how much i cared
scattered
pieces
on the floor
look what you did
and what for?
lose
lose

damn me, damn you

bowie said it best

something along the lines of 'cha cha cha changes'



everything is different, not everything but mostly everything
though it feels like everything
and it's wondrous


hold on
brace yourselves
it's coming

open windows

One swift movement
the scent of summer has shifted

i am about to embark on a 12 day road trip to the west
flying back home from san francisco

i can't wait


it feels good to be alive.