Monday, January 30, 2012

time (out)

so finite
so fleeting
hear it
the slow,
the timer
set long ago
forgotten now

there won't be enough time
imagine the next breath you take
is to be your last...changes things, doesn't it?
you can't buy any more than you have. ever.
justifying your future to validate your past
tilting at windmills, wasting your moments
rules to a game you never asked to play

so stop playing
take your life and go
you's your life
live for today
yesterday's gone
no promise of tomorrow

know yourself
always make it count
this is not a test
don't leave your life
it doesn't fail you
you fail it

Sunday, January 29, 2012


I'm starting to think love is an illusion, just an apparition to occupy your mind while your life slips away. I've given and given and ask only to get as good as I give. The world is too caught up in it's selfish pursuits to see the big picture. We facebook and we tweet, but we refuse to be part of a real, challenging, requires-some-assembly relationship. Love lost is our loss...

Thursday, January 12, 2012

wonderment (unfinished)

almost touching
you and I
soft and sexy
tactile sensation
burns so hot
feeling vertigo
spinning and dizzy
brought on by....
lost in this wonderment
my awe has been struck
knowing and doing
two entirely different aspects
my heart gets away from me
...secretly...I let it go
I won't slow my roll
no interest in stopping
if you won't keep up
you'll get left behind
pay attention
look alive
know the difference
between wants and needs
sometimes you need a want
don't watch as it slips away

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

my brother

anthony scott

november 15, 1971 - january 11, 2012

born in biloxi mississippi
the youngest of three boys
a beautiful soul who never understood the world
...nor the world him

I remember this August afternoon, last time we were together...

I'll miss you bro. It was a lovely train wreck.

at least you're free...

scott and daughter kayla fall brother

Friday, January 6, 2012

no limits, no fear

when it's quiet
I think I can hear
ghosts of my life creeping up on me
quiet footfalls of the choices I live in

I've never been happier
or more scared the sky is falling
choices, the idea of what can be
there's safety in the way you look at me
terror in the starkness of that beauty

excited and unsteady
drunk on the possibilities
your smile, my hope for tomorrow
feel my heart, pounding out a rhythm
pieces of me, coming together, almost whole

something so simple
my voice shakes
when I speak of home...


Monday, January 2, 2012

new skin

...the start of a new year
the opportunity to begin anew
take it, embrace it, live it...