Not Babel

And, so I was right.
Though in the middle
I would not assign us
a half life.

But, not dreams of
despair, ending, hoping
like I thought I'd have.

If you were really Babel,
I'd be dying today.
Unable to say why.
I don't mind you gone.

This is a different universe.
I can build castles in clouds.
And, I move mountains
and build ladders
getting to them.

My heart is free.
For the first time in years.

Eye-to-Heart

All that want could summon,
in that place where you do not
see eye-to-heart with all of your life
I found some little piece of freedom,
a fleeting light place you cannot hold.

So, I shall cleave the rock and find
a god with no scripture within it.
And, this love I have searched for
in every nature'd corner will
afford some sleep like I've never known.

It makes for better conversation
when you don't know the words
but, I think we'll get by.

And, it changes all your logic
when you forget to sleep
and that's something of which you could die.

I will never be the only one
Reading old poetry.

drinking til I throw up.

No one ever said
you had to know
how to die before
it comes your time.
But, I still think
Sylvia had an idea or two.

I'm still listening to the Suburbs,

we both know that's not where

I'm meant to live when I grow old.

I hope the people who know me

when I live in a big city will see

the same things small town people do in me.

Low, Low, Low.

You could get caught in the wind
or worse, this bad geometry
love triangle I'm fucked up in.
You could get caught up in me.
A good kiss, and never wish
for anything else, I know I can
see the same reflection in
your eyes I saw in theirs.

And, I will leave you low, low, low.
And, I will leave you, you know, know
before the Sun sets on Venus again.

You could take a train, locomotive
and run away cause I'm a bomb
and the fall out could be you.
I could be something nuclear,
you could be something sad dear.
If you choose to stay around.

And, I will leave you low, low, low.
And, I will leave you, you know, know
before the Sun sets on Venus again.

Nothing like here comes the sun
nothing left to burn in me, so run.

Success

I have decided to live in a way in which success is inevitable.  This is the only way to live, for me.  Other people get by living in ways in which they are protected from failure.  I have no problem with the little failures that get in the way, they do not scare me or stop me from moving forward.

When I say success I mean it in so many different facets of life.  Perhaps for most it means monetarily, and that is one piece of it, certainly.  But, there are so many different pieces to life that to focus just on that one just feels short sited.

I want to be successful in love, too.  I want to be able to keep an open heart.  Wiser for my failures - there's no reason to repeat the mistakes of the past or be taken advantage of - but still able to trust and give and receive love.

I want to be successful in friendship.  To have and keep good friends by offering all the kindness in my heart and sharing the bounty I partake of.

It is clear, I have failed in these things in the past, and likely will in the future, but ultimately I will be successful.

Bankrupt

Looking
for a fuck, put
your money
where your mouth is.

Or, I'll go bankrupt
with a hard-on,
still searching for
a man.

I'm still tired
from last year.
It's been ages
and I can't count that high.