Clouds and Trees

"Nothing ever goes away enough or arrives enough,/ and I want to cry when I think of my heart,/ muscle pounding in muscle, greedy always for joy." – 'A Warning', Eric Anderson

Month: December, 2007


funny how the sun gets brightest
right before it sets
and the night is never truly dark
around here anymore
strange how light has a way of skipping over
the most peculiar of places
leaving them to their own devices
isnt it worrisome that our “true woodlands”
are divided by borderlines of asphault
blackened veins of the countryside
leaving their mark forever



i wanted you to know
that i wrote this just for you
though i find it kinda funny
that you dont know who you are
and sometimes neither do i
though we may often be convinced otherwise

Sometimes it gets hard to live a lie
but we all get by somehow
and sometimes it gets hard to live alone
but freedom is a friend of mine
who often stops by to say hello
and watch my happiness wane

i find it a little curious
i find it a little sad
that simplicity
is the most complicated feat
and that irrationality
is unsurprisingly prevalent
in this world, most of all

so for now i sit, my fortune sitting also
alongside me that unflappable nothing
outclassed only by my stubborness
my inability, to change it

Kindly Stop For Me

the crazed anthems
of everyday anathemas
your inexplicable derangement
driving the overwhelming sycophants of modern existence
into unified exile
defiling the simple severities
of societal whims
skimming the surface
of the universe’s circuitous simplicity
dive deep and drown
death is just a passing stranger
kindly picking you up and leading the way