"In a world that lives increasing in the moment, it's important to remember where we've come from, or we may wake up one morning unable to remember who we are." The Road to McCarthy by Pete McCarthy.
My Summer Memory
A mist has consumed the August night
The wetness is welcomed on my fingers
I am reminded of a young summer girl
Who could never stay dry in the heat
Water would drip from her like roofs
I swallowed gulps and stayed thirsty
She spread anywhere and gave anything
I could ever want and greediness won
Countless days were tossed blankets
Their need meant for winter's hours
Longer and lonelier than imaginable
Tolerable only with novels and music
East of Eden, August and Rubber Soul
Those days before Internet and iPod's
These days I am my own Nowhere Man
With my websites, music and novels
Juliet is naked and I'm reading her
But your body is my summer memory
I came on it too much to value it
Now it is beautifully bittersweet
When I think about its evolution
Because knowing is not possible.
August 25, 2010
jr.
Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
The Stories of our Youth
"And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be
Are full of trees and changing leaves..."
Charles Isaac Elton
The Stories of our Youth
The moon rises before the sun expires
The summer forgets before the autumn colours
A love hides and a song plays
Through the credits of a movie
Disappearing like the stories of our youth
I stand in the soft rain
Waiting for August to fold
September fell once but stands now
How we remember is up to us
I have not forgotten you
Being in love is not an option
The shadows of vows are dark
The smiles of children are white
Digging through sandboxes for treasure
Finding a bone or a piece of China
I will be silver before being old
There will be a sliver of life left
When I close my eyes on winter
Reflecting off the abandoned lake
Frozen with its misplaced mittens
All the stories of our youth
They are written when we are old
Barely able to paint a face
Especially those we loved fully
I complete another jigsaw puzzle
My mind is full of corn mazes
The fields are being ploughed
The animals are being slaughtered
You took something from me
Replacing it has been hard
I cannot figure out this void
A black hole without a muse
Is just another empty space
My heart aches like a bone
It also beats like an organ
Pumping me full of life
I guess the story goes on.
August 21, 2010
john.
Are full of trees and changing leaves..."
Charles Isaac Elton
The Stories of our Youth
The moon rises before the sun expires
The summer forgets before the autumn colours
A love hides and a song plays
Through the credits of a movie
Disappearing like the stories of our youth
I stand in the soft rain
Waiting for August to fold
September fell once but stands now
How we remember is up to us
I have not forgotten you
Being in love is not an option
The shadows of vows are dark
The smiles of children are white
Digging through sandboxes for treasure
Finding a bone or a piece of China
I will be silver before being old
There will be a sliver of life left
When I close my eyes on winter
Reflecting off the abandoned lake
Frozen with its misplaced mittens
All the stories of our youth
They are written when we are old
Barely able to paint a face
Especially those we loved fully
I complete another jigsaw puzzle
My mind is full of corn mazes
The fields are being ploughed
The animals are being slaughtered
You took something from me
Replacing it has been hard
I cannot figure out this void
A black hole without a muse
Is just another empty space
My heart aches like a bone
It also beats like an organ
Pumping me full of life
I guess the story goes on.
August 21, 2010
john.
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