Bob Dylan Knows Whats Up

Is your money that good

Will it buy you forgiveness

Do you think that it could

I think you will find

When your death takes its toll

All the money you made

Will never buy back your soul

-Bob Dylan ''Master's of War''

training my tracks

trains are so soothing

despite the noise they make

they have a certain rhythm

that never makes mistakes

they seem to be so peaceful

and when you are awake

the quietness of the tracks

steadies each breath you take

if it werent for the creepers & the need to get off at a stop, i would totally sleep on trains

achuuu its haiku!

grass is the earths hair

it is like a huge afro-

things can hide in it

because i can. 

sun screenplay

Sun Screenplay

like a movie premeire

the window is my screen

the sun is the celebrity

brightly dressed in sheen

the trees watch with me

but from the other side

keeping focus on the sun

the sight thats seen worldwide

this is a movie, directed by mind

one that can always be watched

every evening as i unwind

i write random poetry. i know.

snOMG

so i was sitting in my room snowed in with 40mph winds blowing past my window.
since i know i cant make them go away, i decided to indirectly speak to them through some poetry
yes, i am a weird kid.


so heres to you crazy loud wind/thundersnow,

speak to me gusts of wind

i want to know your way

i want to know your strength

i want to make trees sway

lend me some of your power

lend me some of your voice

you were first to speak to me

so now you have no choice ;)

i.love.this.

"There is pleasure in the pathless woods,

There is rapture on the lonely shore,

There is society where none intrudes,

By the deep sea and the music in its roar;

I love not man the less, but Nature more."

— Lord Byron

what an inspiration. i can reread this a hundred times. so beautiful 

just a memory of mine

Wake(up)Boarding

An early rise

the lake is still

like glass it shines 

motionless & tranquil

i wait my turn
i admire the lake

  watching the kid ride by

gliding effortlessly across the wake

through squinted eyes i continue to gaze

 too early to be fully conscious 

the sun puts me into a daze

i extend my legs and relax

welcoming the sun

as it beams on my back

in my ears the speakers cry

competing with the wind

this is my lullaby

the boat is my cradle

it rocks me to sleep 

allowing my body to rest
and my dreams to steep