Contents

I. The Poems
Happening 1 Happening 2 Not the Seasons Mold Capsules Fear of Birds, Birds, I Fear Nayhvern Lonely Soldier The Lonely Man The Broad Spectrum The Old Dog on the Porch Mouse Evil Bleeds Watching Him
II. Running Fragments
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The Ache Is What Moves Me

Collected Poems
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I. The Poems

Happening 1

June 17, 2024
Sitting on a bus, train, car or motor. Then, kneeling eyes on the landscape, left or right. Staring, aimlessly at the distorted frames. Clips of a video perhaps or a time lapse.

Happening 2

June 23, 2024
I love to love dearly as it fills the heart, I frown and hold fear when others hold judgment, Im a boy and a lonely man at times, My self is rarely static, and in moments where I perceive it to be static, it is fragile and seldom creates truth when examined.

Not the Seasons

June 19, 2024
If I asked you if you lived with seasons, would you understand? Not the turning of the leaves If I asked you if you lived with seasons, would you understand? Not snow on the bluffs If I asked you if you lived with seasons, would you understand? Not floral leaves If I asked you if you lived with seasons, would you understand? Not burnt cheeks

Mold

June 16, 2024
It's uncomfortable, letting it grow, the darkness and "unpleasant" of what you kept white and pristine, grows, rots, and grows. A necessity is the spontaneous darkening. A necessity is leaving it untouched, a necessity is not to rip the pieces off, a necessity is to let it rot.

Capsules

June 17, 2024
Art is often misunderstood, for there is nothing to understand. Simply, it's a capsule. A capsule of thoughts, emotion, sounds, scents, tastes, sights. and touch, It's the closest thing we have to time travel, it's the closest we can ever be to the now. There is nothing to understand.

Fear of Birds, Birds, I Fear

June 13, 2024
It's the chirping of birds that's feared most, "How can you fear the birds?", "Do you also fear the bees?". In my space of delusion, they were the only constant, certain, in morning hours when the sun melted the nights debris and dew, It was the chirping that was the only constant, certain. Yet, it's the chirping thats feared. Bee's are fine.

Nayhvern

June 7, 2024
He plays, They find, They sing, He plays, He plays, He plays

Lonely Soldier

June 11, 2024
What was it, you lonely soldier, you singer of things, What did you feel? You're awfully subtle this morning, a state of "in-between consciousness", melancholy, I suppouse, given you are leaving a place that comforted you like home. Or was it, it's treatment, it's care free intention that made it a place of "cozy". I write because I need to breathe. Breathe. I trust and love you.

The Lonely Man

June 12, 2024
He stands, shallow, lips dropping. The lonely man. He sings, his music, he's a muse, the lonely man. He loves, with his eyes and with his thoughts, the lonely man. Out he goes to sail, and curls shivering with the ocean, the lonely man. Cold, cold world.

The Broad Spectrum

July 5, 2024
Behind the creation's produced by human thoughts, Behind the noise surfaced, Behind the taste, Is this influx of emotion thats broad and inclusive of all and everything. It's a false tale to neglect the "ghetto", It's a false tale to accept all the doom and gloom.

The Old Dog on the Porch

July 10, 2024
As I observe the encounters, the chasing, the grasping of anything that provides fulfillment, it's safe to conclude, that process is never ending. What I can do then is appreciate the current state and all of it's content's. The ordinary happenings that are occurring without my interference should be enough. In order for them to be enough, I must first be observant of them, and take stalk in their exotic characteristics. I am referring to the birds nearly infinite voices, the ridiculous speed in which some fly. Even the creation of their feces, which unpleasently land on my windshield. I am also referring to the bees and their ability to produce syrup, which sweetens our cheerios. If that is enough, the chase is merely me choosing to be another dog chasing a stick, it's just fun. In some sense, I am a young dog, and I will chase sticks. Eventually, I will lay under the sun and mock younger dogs chasing their sticks.

Mouse

July 20, 2024
I can't explain the ruffle of it's pin-needled feathers, It's naive ignorance, laying, eating, indulging in the middle of the road, the sidewalk. Do I shout? Beware! My friend!? I scram and forget? Do I rid myself of adoring?

Evil Bleeds

July 21, 2024
Evil bleeds into my inners, I am not ashamed. I was. I used to be. I rejected, neglected, and screamed. I couldn't accept. Evil bleeds into my lungs, as I try to communicate with the world around me it glurps, up and out. and it's liquids, spread across my cheeks, chin, chest.
Song

Watching Him

 
Verse 1In the silence of the night, I feel the distance grow so wide. Your eyes, once holding galaxies, Now seem lost in some far-off seas. The echoes of your fading touch, Leaves my heart yearning, hurting much. Was it something I did wrong? Or did our love just not belong? ChorusI see you slipping through my grasp, Like sand between my trembling hands. Your absence cuts, it's hard to bear, As I watch you slowly disappear. Verse 2Every smile feels like a lie, As I watch the days go by. The warmth we shared now turns so cold, Leaving memories that hurt to hold. I try to reach out, bridge the space, But you're a world I can't embrace. BridgeThe whispers of what used to be, Now haunt the halls of memory. I'm left here standing, feeling small, As I watch our love's final fall. OutroSo I'll let you go, though it hurts inside, Wishing things could've been different, cried. But I'll hold onto what's left behind, As I watch you fade, my heart confined.

II. Running Fragments

Written while running, 2021–2024

The skies are like my poetry, erase them and you erase me

January 2024

Spring prompts you to melt yourself of yourself

March 2024

My inner child is less afraid of me

February 2024

Oh my love, your love, it envelops meeeeeeee

December 2023

Chaos at one level is harmony at another

March 2024

How can the acorn be inferior to the oak tree?

March 2024

Had high tea with discomfort

December 2023

Blood and tears not milk and honey. For now…

April 2024

If heaven was forever, would you ever wander into hell, maybe just for a quick cup of tea?

April 2024

Some suffering is worth it

January 2022

Where the sky becomes sea

January 2022

Every day is a gift, but some days, the twinkle of it all is more apparent. No need to hold it tight — it's always there

March 2024

What a pleasure to just roll

March 2022

Breathe in, breathe out

December 2023

The sunshine strip, and the greengreen grass, maybe this is peace at last

April 2024

Just don't fall out of the sky, you know?

February 2024

This is the best drug on planet earth, and Im an addict.

March 2022

Interesting how trees are so grounded, yet grow in so many directions. All circuits are busy

March 2022

Coexisting

March 2022

Through playing with the magnification of reality, harmony at one level is chaos at another level

July 2024

The world was on fire

May 2024