Finding a Place

I've created a blog that is not married to myspace.
My somewhat bipolar thought processes drove me to delete my myspace without salvaging any writing. My heart was sore for a good week after that.
But everyone must move forward. Even I. So here's a new beginning, my new place.

Before I run too quickly away from the fields of old, however, I will stop, turn around, gather some old thoughts, and plant them afresh in this garden.

Driving slowly, a stick swirled in mud
Movement so slight that only leaves outside shudder
Other cars speed by
Traffic lights change
Someone unseen takes the wheel, turning it slightly
Pulling my little red wagon forward
They’re using my hands
Any wonderment subsides in all unimportance
Disillusionment in an oscillating world bores
Tiring my eyes too soon
Even the eyes of my love are bright and harmful
Besides, I do not love “my love”
Habits render unnecessary phenomena in the heart
“Love, leave me,” I want to say, “You have no soul.”
…just a well of knowledge
Sidetracked, Back on the road, (as if I ever wandered)
Pedestrians stare curiously as they walk, muted
What are they looking at?
Parking, now, and unsettled
It’s safe inside.
Perhaps I won’t get out
They’re laughing, because to them it is odd
Using a wagon to arrive here
Listen, though! I’ve proudly constructed this!
Perfectly, right, right, righteous in self deception.
Look at it, passersby!
Weeks passed and my validation is this:
I’m still in a little red wagon!
None changed, all stays the same. Everything is vanity.


you take so many pictures
to paint gloss across your smile
it seems you're just so special
so come and sit a while
tell me all the things you know
since you're wise beyond your years
teach me how to overcome
my pain
my thoughts, my fears
epitomize compassion and humility
let me know the secrets
of giving selfishly
freedom has become you
but you were already aware
spin in circles, jump with gladness
for your audiences' stare
I'm ecstatic that we had this chat
now I can clearly see
that you and your photographs
don't do much for me




Now I will resume my walk towards greener, and maybe less polluted, pastures.