An old piece

This is something I wrote in August of 2004. I just ran across it and thought it interesting that it should apply in some ways to my life today but within a different context. I suppose we only change so much. It's just alright. I'm not sure I ever really finished it, but I didn't want to change anything. I kinda think I was planning on making them into lyrics, but, well, I don't think I'm much of a lyricist. I just write how I speak. Ok.


The Things I Feel are lovely.
They’re ripe and fresh and bloody.
They’re wounds derived from loving.
I live and think, think and love.

My joy it sinks and rises.
My loneliness surprises.
It impassions me to write.
I breathe and write, write and writhe.

And the timeless days,
(that)play out in my mind.
Are made hazy by the joy we both shared.
And the smiles on my face
make my eyes a different shape,
so the scenes I see are poorly lit.

The sweets that pass my teeth.
Fill the space between my sheets.
It’s through eating I achive.
I grieve and eat, eat and thieve.

Don’t contemplate the Future,
Or second guess the Past.
Focus is Present
The task at hand
Stay the course.
Well done,
Son.