If We Find Each Other, We Won't Be Completely Lost

He slid down the gravel slope, stumbling and kicking up dust. You could tell by the awkwardness of his movements that he wasn't used to the area. When he got to the bottom, he looked around. It was an odd effect; the massive stone columns and the bridge overhead gave him the impression that he was indoors and out of scale. For all he could imagine, it was a huge table with a family of giants eating dinner above him. He strolled along, gazing at the graffiti and old cans of spraypaint. Suddenly he heard a sharp sound up ahead of him, and looked up.

She had just ducked behind a support, and he could see a bit of her hair hanging out past the edge of it. He quietly ran toward her, and when he was about 10 feet away, she peeked out around it and shrieked in laughter. She took off farther down the underbelly of the bridge, with him pursuing her.

She ducked behind another pillar and his sneakers left marks on the concrete as he skidded to a stop and changed direction. After about ten minutes of this, he was exhausted and had lost sight of her. He was leaning over, with his hands on his knees, trying to slow his breathing, when she called from behind him. "Hey." He stood up and turned around, and she walked toward him. They reached out towards each other, but just as they were about to embrace, a man called out, "Hey, stop right there!" They looked, saw a police officer sliding down the gravel slope at the other end of the bridge, and made a break for it. As they ran, their velocities slowly changed until they had split far apart, and were scrambling up opposite sides of the gravel ridge. He looked to her in desperation, but she only smiled, panted, and mouthed "Run!"at him. Then she jumped up and climbed out of view, and he did the same.

Like A Statue Of An Angel

And it is all because of you
that I dream of statue angels
All because of you
I have given up hope of being saven
It was your eyes that sucked the beauty from the sky
and your hair that pulled the grace from the wind in the trees

Please take me over and cleanse me
Save me from myself
Be the beauty I've always wanted in life
and the painted sunset, or the picture on my wall
Something to remind me that there is never nothing
And you cannot forever fall

Be the floor underneath my feet
or the soap-bubbles in my bath
Be the light inside my eyes
Just please be something that will last

The Wide Range Of The Introspectrum

all that i want is to not feel like a human
to be a wall, or a tree, or a sky, or a stone
or a bird, like the bird in your mind
the one that sings of the glorious things
that you can never quite find

the thoughts that hold all meaning and truth
encoded inside you next to Eternal Youth
some little specks of philosophy, inaccessible to you
but you need them so bad, you just know

so you drink, and you drive, and make some new friends
and keep looking for a new beginning somewhere near the end
while i'm biding my time and waiting it out
dissecting myself, my body and soul
peering and poking to find what it's about

Visitor On A Summer Evening

You were standing at the sink, doing the dishes, and you were beautiful. The setting sun was casting a dusky yellow light on your face, and you were humming to yourself.

I drove 300 miles to come see you, and I didn't even tell you I was coming. I didn't even know if you wanted to see me.

I took a step or two forward, reached out, almost touched you, but stopped. You were oblivious, I moved too softly and the floor was too well built for creaking. I ached to say something, but- I left you, and you had recovered, and who was I to wreck that?

I turned sharply away, and you spun around in shock. I ran from the room, through the hallway, and burst out the front door. As I jumped into my car and drove off, I could see your pale, frightened face staring after me out the screen door.

I hope this puts to rest all your fears about that man who snuck up on you in your kitchen that one evening, darling. He was no predator, or ghost. Just someone who had made a mistake. I love you.

My Only Sunshine

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine
You make me happy when the sky is grey
I can never tell you how much I love you
So please don't take my sunshine away

The other night dear, I lay sleeping
And I dreamt I held you in my arms
I smelled your scent so sweet, and felt your hair on my face
But when I awoke I saw it was a mistake and I cried

I will make you happy, if I can
And I will do it every single day
Through the good times and the bad, even when I'm cranky
So darling, please don't take my sunshine away

And if you do, dear, it will be cloudy
And I shall drown myself in the rain
The drops shall stand in for my tears
And the mountains will echo the song of my pain

If The Romans Lived In Glass Houses

If home is where the heart is, I live inside my chest. And if I am unable to lie convincingly, people can see right through me. Therefore, I have a chest made of glass. Also, if my chest is glass, the rest of me therefore must be too. So, we have established beyond all doubt that I am an organism of living glass, seeing as I cannot lie convincingly. And as my chest is my home, I live in a glass house.

I have a garden with rocks in it, and every day I spend at least 7 hours forcing myself to not throw them, to leave the rocks in the garden, to not pick them up and pitch them and watch the panes come crashing down, like a shower of brittle snow, beautiful and sharp and dangerous, but mostly beautiful.

There Was An Empty Pack Of Cigarettes And A Bottle In The Photobooth, And I Wonder..

The girl in the photobooth polaroid liked kittens. She had brown hair, and liked to wear flowers in it. She had brown eyes. She liked wearing a faded print dress with flowers and sparrows on it. She liked tea with a lot of milk, and sometimes coffee so strong almost anybody else would spit it out as soon as it touched their tongue. She had smooth teeth, with slightly bigger than average spaces. She had a beautiful smile. Her laugh was musical. She could play the guitar, sing, and keep time with handclaps or a tambourine. Her skin was soft, and her body gave back just as much heat as it took. She was full of love, and never harmed anyone or anything.

The boy in the photobooth polaroid had bad breath, a weak chin, and in all fairness was kind of an asshole.

Arthur Brown, 22, Plays The Guitar And Sings

The thawing clothing smells disgusting, but it's a job. Playing music in a cafe in a mountain town, full of skiers, snowboarders, snow-shoers, photographers, lovers, miscellaneous people. Besides, my car is busted and I can't find anybody to fix it. It's rusting out in back of the motel that I've become a permanent visitor to.

Oh well. It may not be the greatest, but it's a life. At least I'm making a living playing music, I hadn't thought I was ever gonna be able to do that.

But my feet are cold and my shoes are soaked from the slush in the streets and I don't know any of these people and I don't care about them and I've got nothing back at my room and my car's a wreck and I've got nothing at home, and I don't even think I've got a home any more, and you know what? I don't care about anything, and I don't want to be here, I want to be anywhere *but* this godforsaken town of shallow, beautiful people.

My acts' on in ten minutes, I oughta put that emotion into my next song.

If Car A Is Moving At 139 KPH Towards Car B...

The dotted yellow line got eaten up by the hood of the car. Its appetite was ravenous, apparently; the dots were only visible in the screen of the windshield for a second or two before they were consumed. The car moved quickly, quickly, a bullet shot by its own impetus.

The sun gleamed down, reflecting off the body of the car. It was a hot day, and the air felt as if it could reach out and burn somebody.

Suddenly the appetite for dots was filled; the car veered into the other lane, and appeared to want to eat another car. Cannibalism!, screamed a lone cloud in the sky.

A person cried in shock and alarm. Then there was silence.

Another Poem With A Theme

Sometimes I can't feel my feet
and I'm pretty sure it's either because they're not there
or I'm just too drunk to think
I never touch alcohol, so I think it's the first
and stare off into the distance on a summer afternoon

On occasion I fall in love all over again
and it makes the world so perfect
but then the flaws come back and make themselves known
and sometimes I'll be feeling pretty low
but that just means the highs will be that much higher
they nearly always are

And no matter how I act or feel
I'll always take care of you
I'll always do the best I can do
no matter what the weather

Guinevere

I loved you Guinevere, I loved you
In the silence in the heartbeats in the leaves in the loam
I loved you Guinevere, I loved y ou

An d st ill inth e brok en pa nes o f g l
a s s
I loved you Guinevere, I loved you

The leaves, they fall far far too fast
Spinning down into our past, and brown and crinkly on the ground
Too dead to cry out the saving sound
"We loved you Guinevere, we loved you"

Give Us This Day Our

We are made in the image and likeness of God but. where is the image, what is the likeness and who is God? Is he a big human, are we little gods? Is it our minds, our fibers, our fictions, our loves, our flaws, our? The wilderness is floating overhead, and I am lifted from everything. I will return to the One that gave me birth, and I will fragment and hover and blow away on the wind like warm stale air pushed away by a breeze. And I will become the breeze, and fly up to heaven, and dance there, and laugh with the other breezes, the other souls, the dead and the not yet living. And we will spin and wheel under the sun that is the Father, and it will somebody's birthday every single day, and there will be parties and cake and ice cream and there'll be a sprinkler in the sky, like rain but even purer, and we'll dance in our swimsuits or our birthday suits if we prefer, there'll be no lust and no shame. And when we're tired of walking on the ground, we'll walk on the air. And when we're tired of being awake, we'll fall asleep in lovers laps, and everyone will be our lover. And it will all be pure and shameless and I won't feel bad about it. You'll be there all the time, whenever I want you, and it will be perfect. And we'll run off by ourselves and gorge ourselves in a strawberry field, and Einstein will be 3 rows over hiding between the bushes, and we'll laugh. And oh, Darling! It'll be heaven, I promise! It'll be just like Heaven, and the sun will be just like God, and there will be Jesus and the Holy Ghost and Buddha and Mohammed and John Paul II and Darwin and Elvis and all these people! They'll all be there, and there'll be ice cream and mashed potatoes and limes and lemons and everything, it'll all be there and we'll never run out and we'll feel the Lord in everything like electricity, He will sing our bodies electric with His magnificent song and I won't have to cry anymore, you won't either, because we'll all be dead, and if we cry it'll just be for fun. It'll be so much fun!

Image & Likeness

Now I haven't been around for very long yet
But I've still been waiting for a long long time
To kill the evil that is bred inside
The flaws and weaknesses that are uniquely mine

And when my failures have gone
There'll be nothing in me that's wrong
Just a low key person who can wake up
Happy every day

But for now you'll find me driving on those country backroads
That lead somewhere special, but where that is, nobody knows
They lead to the center of the world and my heart
And I will dig and drive and fly until I am completely blown apart

In All Times And All Places

Puella quam amo est pulchra. Meisje I liefde is aardig. L'amour de la fille I a les yeux les plus jolis dans le monde. Die Liebe des Mädchens I hat weiche Haut. Θα περπατούσα σε όλο τον κόσμο τρεις φορές για την. Nuoterei i mari più profondi ed arrampico le più alte montagne. 私は彼女を愛する。나는 그녀를 사랑한다. Eu amo-a. Я люблю ее. La amaré por siempre.

Wilderness Remains

I glance down at the road, so warm soaking up the sunlight
and lay down on my side, and let it kiss my cheek
My compass falls from my coat pocket, and spins wildly around
it cannot find North, it does not know the way
So I am lost, and the wilderness remains

Now I drink from a stream in the side of the ditch
the water runs dirty, filled with germs and filth
My stomach churns uneasy, but my thirst lays slaked
while my head spins wildly
The wilderness revolves, the wilderness remains

Standing under an overpass in the cool of evening air
a stenchy wind ruffles my long tangled hair
My eyes are itchy and tear in the breeze
the city is a jungle, and I have fallen prey to the beasts it contains
The city will consume me, the wilderness remains

The long walk home

the animals cry and sob from the space between the headlights and
space
the streetlights flicker in my confused vision, but my hand is being held and i have no primal fear
only a slowly beating heart that tells me you are here
so i will keep walking and not think
of what waits for me off the beaten path
in the bushes and the shadows

a smell of incense floats through my brain
tinting my vision and perception
will you love me when you're dusting, spinning through the summer air?
will you love me even then?
will you not abandon me when you're molecules and elements
recharging the universe?

i believe my home is in the sky
i will be lifted high, past the jungle i am tangled in
i clench my fists and rock on my heels, 'i will not not die, i will not die'
my ghost is mine and mine alone, not for yours and theirs to own

i will find my way among the rocks and stones and move beyond their grabbing dragging down
between and past the maps that only show the shadows in this endless town

What I Did On Holiday

lately i've spent my time trying to listen to songs
that bring out that feeling
where you sway and sing, 'hallelujah'

and lately i've been running my dog in thunderstorms
and getting blown about
washed clean by the rain and the wind

recently i've been kneeling in the corner of my room
sick to my stomach
the weight of the world like an anchor in my belly
keeping me here

lately i've been missing you more than ever
more than ever before
or than i thought possible

P.S. I love you still but I'm sure you don't feel the same way, do you?

Dear darling it's been almost three weeks
and thirteen days since I did the dishes
The sun is hot streaming in through the window
and dust is thick in the air and on the floor
I promise you I'd keep a cleaner house
if I just knew you'd be coming home

But the air is dry and hot
and the flowers are wilting
The yard is slowly turning brown
there's no motivation inside my head
The paint is peeling off the wall
strategies for dealing with life are surpassed
By my custom-built idea of living with it

So now crying is like breathing and sleeping to me
i do it all the time, sometimes not knowing why
And drinking, too, I do that a lot
i guess my intellectual aristocrasticity has decayed since you left
But for some reason I don't really mind
my moral superiority was just a stance
Taken by a child, from picture-book examples
i don't know if they were true
But I've never thought they were lies

Vacation

let's break the sky into a million pieces and scatter them inside our heart attacked hearts pushing the boundries of space and horizon twisting the boundries of love and time and leaving us alone in a special place with each other and no one like the the stars all glistening and twinkling in the sky above us that's all ours and only ours, i bought it and kept it just for you my love.

let's run through walls and sink through the earth and walk back through time and find a place where no one knows our faces or our names we're perfectly anonymous naked on a ridge of dirt and plants and rocks and stones over a great city no one ever knew of in a land no ones ever heard of in a time that nobody remembers just together and never apart.

let's lie down in the summer on the cool grass in the hot sun in the quiet forest and forgive each other for not being in our arms every second of every day and fall in love over and over again like the waves in the sea or the air as you're talking to me.

Justify your answer.

It's time for the final doubt
For taking one last breath before we prove our hypotheses
That living can be happy even with another person
You said that twos and threes and fours and fives
Are the happiest people you'll meet
I think we might end up justified

Auto lights playing on the wall and the ceiling
It's the principle of the thing, leaving the window open a hair
I swear it's spring, even if there's snow on the ground
Flopping your arm around me, in your jammies just for now
Warmth is all you're looking for, if I was so innocent..

Busy streets, messy with possibilities
And a plate of scrambled eggs, greasy with affection
That cracked the shells and mixed up the yolk and white
I think we might find out that we were justified
For falling in love with flaws and old photographs
Flannel shirts and lank wet hair