Fertilizer - James Fauntleroy
As this certain song reverberates throughout my room, I can picture the little specks of rain landing on my windows in beat. A straight line of concrete glides past by as I do 50 in the abrupt shower that decided to make itself known. I can see an endless train of pine trees on either side of this lonely road. I’m still doing 50. Endless green and endless streams. The song shakes the strings of my heart like a sudden crescendo. The rain drops race along the sides. I’m still doing 50. The piano makes its entrance as I turn on the windshield wipers. It’s like a new picture that is repainted with each swipe. A new beginning with the same old end. The lyrics are starting to strike a chord within me. I realize I’m still doing 50. The road stretches farther than my eyes have ever seen. A runway strip that doesn’t end. Maybe I’ll take off when I get there? Lightning cracks along the edges of the treeline and the rain comes down harder. I should stop doing 50 but I stay constant.
I can’t make your heart feel something it won’t……
I’ve been driving for what seems like hours. The same song on repeat and the rain constant. The speedometer says I’m still at 50. I wonder how far this road will take me. It is the same scenery every time I look out. But oh how beautiful it looks. Over a hill I go. The same trees keep me company. But then . But then. The road stops. And I realized I’m not doing 50 anymore. Inhale.
I forge over the untouched ground. Who know’s what will be next? I’ll take it as is.
Summer storms. 7/23/2013
In this world of talkers & worshipers, I prefer the silence.
In this world of noise & echoes, I prefer the silence.
It is within the late evenings past the bedtime of young adults that my mind settles down. It is within the throes of alcoholic consummation that the thoughts of others transform from a blend of colors to simple black & white. It is within the early evenings where we shared a tall glass of beer where we discover each other. It is within the peek evenings of the weekend where the energy is high and the tips come low where we seek each other. It is within the aftermath of the pain and tears that we realize that not all are who they say they are. That sometimes when your heart is worn on your sleeve, you must tread carefully because not all who walk upon you are bound to be careful, but more so careless. Tread carefully where you walk, because my dreams have been laid before you. Mind your step.
It’s been a while since I have grazed these empty pavements that have plagued my empty embodiment of a home. Lights dim and the street lights flicker off. I trip over these cracks hidden in the sidewalk staying true to the childhood games that have brought me to where I am. I wonder how the grass finds the space in between to live. With slow and careful steps, I inch farther away from my destination. Don’t believe me when I tell you that I know where I am going. Your judgmental eyes degrade me beyond belief and I ask myself why did I even ask you? I know these streets like the back of my hand but as I glance past the memories formed around each corner I begin to realize the lack of substance within. I guess my hand wasn’t as familiar after all. There you were, shreds of paper formed along your feet, sitting at the street corner of where we fell in love. Her eyes are slightly hidden in the darkness, because I can not tell what your eyes are looking at. Deep within my soul is where your secrets lie. But maybe within these words that are exchanged between hushed whispers and open ears, the true meaning of you & I will come to shape. In the form of more than just mere words that hide behind active hands and curious lips.
Get Lucky (Radio Edit) - Daft Punk
Written words isn’t enough to express what I feel for her. But, I just found a song that has my inner strings all strung up. So here it goes…..
walk with me. disjointed fragments and double negatives is all we here, but excuse the doubters, I got you my dear. white bedroom walls and soft unburdened sheets, they litter the playground that we hold dear to us. a few strands of hair cover your eyes as i look to plant a kiss nearby. excuse me miss, but can i have a peek? i could very well be the man that you seek. the intoxicating scent that flows through my nostrils. they have me all riled up. buck wild and hopeless. we tend to whisper and talk to each other. using stupid references to reddit posts and conjured jokes that seem to float in the air waiting for one of us to laugh. you trace the outlines of my figure like some kind of murder scene. i can’t believe you are right down the street, some one i can , once again, call mine. your dog likes to get in between us and you just end up bitching at how much his breath stinks. drowning in sheets, i could not ask for a better place to spend the rest of my life until i ,one day, die. scrunched noses and wrinkled foreheads. the taste of your neck is so tantalizingly addictive, its like i fell upon a sea of sugar. breached walls and surfaced thoughts. you grab my soul until it shatters and breaks but yet you are so tender to it i can’t even fathom what its like. excuse my bad jokes and cute faces and smelly farts. a slight opening in the shades allows the sun to break through the darkness that envelops our embrace. i wonder how long until the next session of this physical embrace is scheduled. so i can hold you close and inhale you into my inner being once again. peace and prosperity is what you bring to the table. I can’t hide the hand that i was dealt with because you are all that i would rather hold on to than the fake premise that someone will maybe always sometimes be there. my love.