Risk

Hopeful eyes peer through the window
The paint is brown and I'm yet far
The night's disguise still plagues your doorway
I've left my town, but I'm yet far

Looking past the old state highway
The rain falls soft against my car
My room, it shrinks and fades behind me
I'm moving fast, but am yet far

Lines and shadows, weeds and lights
Color pale gray thoughts this night
My love for you invades my fright
I come to share your bed tonight
I come to rest within your sight

A cold phone rests atop your dresser
And hope mixes with worry now
Some time with you, what could be better?
You're wishing I would hurry now

The rain turns hard, the towns get smaller
There is no room for worry now
I've only got some time to offer
And I begin to hurry now

I leave Edina far behind
As the road begins to wind
My love for you has left me blind
I come to hear your voice so kind
I come to leave the world behind

You're guessing I can't be much longer
I'm guessing you might just be right
That feeling in my gut is stronger
Beneath your door I see the light

Reaching out to knock on the door
I take anticipatory breath
Though I was anxious, I am no more
As for my fear, there is none left

We embrace without delay
I was done with those lonely days
I finally get to hear you say
"I love you" like you used to say
My love has brought me all this way

My tired head now rests upon you
I'm at last safe beside you, dear
Just for a moment dreams have come true
A love I've never felt so near

Nature was Kind

A mouse scatters and a snake
Rattles as our feet
Fall soft against the field

Dust and light create a song
Three of us walk along
Caught up among the grain

I see my father in front of me
And I hear my brother behind
Fishing poles bobbing in unity
I thought that nature was kind
O I thought that nature was kind

Socks tattered
And our legs battered
by the thorns and twigs among the grain

Now my father hums a song
Three of us walk along
And hope that it won't rain

He backed his truck right up to the pond
And pushed all the cat-tails aside
We pulled the cat-fish into the bed
I thought that nature was kind
O I thought that nature was kind

Day scatters and a fire
Crackles as our breath
Blows smoke into the night

Fire and stars create a song
We stretch, our day was long
Caught up among the grain

I see the fire slowly burning out
And I see the coals turning white
I crawl into the tent early now
I thought that nature was kind
O I thought that nature was kind

Dirt and Pavement

Sit on rubber, spin it fast
The sundown sky has come at last
Lines, they follow strait-edge path
Given time will make it last
Our given time is coming fast

Stand in boxes, selling shapes
Letting colors fade to gray
Strangers passing day by day
Given time will show our way
Our given time is miles away

Isn't there some answer here?
Among the words to make it clear?
Always trusting in the thought
Our given truth is something taught
Our given time is what we've got

Trees darken as the sky
Grows paler and the wind
Blows cold upon your face

Feel the light come on inside you
The light is there to guide you
To what you do not know
You do not know
You do not know
No
You do not know

Feel the breath at last fall from you
Your given time's upon you
To find what you don't know
What you don't know
What you don't know
No
What you don't know

Fall on earth and breath in slow
The dust that lies in our below
Give up time that lets you grow
In love that you can never know
Our given time we'll never know

Talking to ghosts

A blog, which is a glorified online journal, will serve a very specific set of purposes for someone like me. It will never be advertised, linked to, talked about, cited, or most importantly, read. Knowing this, I forge ahead with effort that surpasses the effort which I put into most other daily acts of tedium. This wouldn't be my first foray into this marvelous world where people convince themselves their thoughts are considered. MySpace and Facebook have garnered my attention in the past drawing me ever closer with each "comment" or "reply". I have since dropped said habits and have decided to get right down to the meat of it: blogging. It's a word I don't like, but it's a word that has been so universally adopted that it's impossible to avoid. What drives most people in this venture is the fact that someone can... might spend a few moments of their time appreciating your thoughts. So it's possible, but the odds are severely against it. Let us say that the internet has led some unsuspecting traveler to the gates of your blogging kingdom. They have options. Click a title... scroll down... hit the "back" key. Assuming they have some sort of strange obsession with manners and would feel "rude" for backing out of your blog, they might even read it. What's important to realize is the only difference between people who read your blog and those who don't (first of all that those who don't actually exist) is that the people who have read your blog tend to waste more time. I'm not trying to be rude, I'm only suggesting that people don't care about your thoughts. They just don't. I'm not going to lie, I don't like to read. It takes an outstanding literary talent to rip me from my own line of thinking for only a few moments. I'm as impatient, uncaring and bull-headed as the rest of humanity, but I also like getting my thoughts out. In the end, getting your thoughts out doesn't require anyone else to hear them. That would only be a catalyst for their own decision to unleash their pattern of thinking.

What am I listening to? What am I watching? Who am I dating?
Why does it matter? I already know.