Body Language with Other People.

Can we ever truly know the mind of someone else?

The way we form bonds
and trust in one another
is it through decision or fate?

Our body language
is often misinterpreted
and devalued

Better living through
logic that is not
easily seen by
other people.

Sarcasm and saccharine
eye movement and
shoulders being tensed
as if poised to strike

if you are the judge
of character
then who is the
jury?

It is important to know now
which people are minefields
and which are green grass
those who take no stock
in seeking face
but force others to wear
masks

whether its control or bias
it makes no difference
only the navigation matters
in the journey itself
not the destination

talk in circles
its best not to discuss
certain things with some
and best not to discuss
certain things at all

at what point do we
begin to pull away
and drift apart

the seriousness in our faces
the signals that are hard
to read when the ability to
listen is lost

hard decisions
vague choices
better to stay quiet
and enjoy the
silence.

It Doesn't Have to Make Any Sense....

these words are water
on skyscrapers
that I've tried to touch
so many years before

a quickening of pulse
sends the signals 
through the ether

that sensual rush
of air & warm sound
 swimming through
alternative currents
all the way up to
the moon itself

fingers dancing
on fretboards
i hear klaxons
coming out the gate
drowned in sound

it all overwhelms me
in a electric bath
 carrying me unto
elsewhere

these very drumbeats 
are digital thunderclap
and harmony
as we become
our own headphones

Is it a curse? Or are we all who feel this way blessed in some strange obscure way?

i miss driving cars and seeing shows.

feeling of wind in my hair
high-fiving friends
in the first few rows.

that excitement in the air
and the sense of union.

all singing.

out of frustration.

out of passion.

out of not enough.

so we are all singing.

i can see it in their eyes.

the love of things greater than themselves...


i miss that post-modern love.


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I've been searching everywhere....

for i am an island
of a boy

and i often miscommunicate
what it is that i truly want to say

about who i am
and not what others
tell me

for people are strange animals
never meant to be tamed
just misunderstood

i have had to write a whole
new map
of the human heart
this year.

so believe in
me

as i believe
in you....


i can only go forward from here
in an exquisite way

a deep, meaningful journey
inside of myself

It's up to you, yeah you.

the best-laid plans of men and mice are no more than just good intentions if never acted upon..

so many individuals lead lives of quiet desperation, i breathe in through my mouth and cast myself into the fire, swimming until i find my stride, for what is this life if not for this elusive happiness?

the dream. the desire. to live in a city surrounded by culture. surrounded by friends who to you are the moon and the stars and the sun.

i often miss certain people more than places, the warmth in their eyes, the empathy in their faces, their tell-tale hearts beating in 4/4...

so often that i forget to express my camaraderie in words when i can see them again....and just smile knowingly.

When friendships end...You will still love her.

...and with my hands under my thighs
i swore an oath to be near the things
i love the best.


as i rake the coals i try to re-discover what is beneath me and what i am capable of. i can love. yes. i can still love amongst the January embers for as this year draws to a close with its gaping mouth i walk amidst flames. Emotions and explosions the alchemist inside of me dreams of fire and renewal within a moment's breath of yesteryear. The tricolor tongue of crimson, gold,and amber color the night sky with the wind behind my eyes and a song nestled in my memories...

for whatever armor i had before i had to learn to let go for the taste of the days that still burn. and i have learned that a need can run so deep that the only way to end the thirst was to risk it all. With a wineglass in hand i call out into the night illuminated and sing the names of those who i admire most. Standing alongside the choir of flames for they know how i sear, they stand witness to my laughing eyes and dancing heart. For i am cut from a different cloth than others, i wear my heart on my sleeve and my courage in my throat. Through these times of troubles i know i will stay true to myself and live again burning brightly....

I know the feeling....

listening to the National now, is like listening to REM in the 80's, wishing that i could could wrap my arms around the stereo for hours...

la,la,la,la...la,la...

Killing time in Japanese offices while missing my vinyl record collection,
 it takes a forced perspective to look at life through these lens..

i capture kind moments as much as i can with these eyes sunken as a raccoon, prowling around online when i should be making worksheets.

could it be that i miss people. not places? their personalities? their faces? those who are not strangers but with whom i can break bread and not be rebuked..

often times it's the elusive memories that get clouded over.

the weight of someone in bed next to you, the feeling of euphoria that comes over you while singing earnestly, the smell of peach blossoms, the sensation of floating on water, the comfort of talking to someone in the dark even though you can`t see their face...

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i can`t see that far,
and i can`t feel that near
only when cold water splashed
on my face can i wake up
from such volatile daydreams....