Journal

Insomniac's Journal

Words birthed in the internal

His subconscious' dunk-tank

These words remained unranked

Articulate the contemplations

Of these waking frustrations

Pen in hand

Sleep be damned

These are the greatest thoughts in the land

But why do they come at 4 in the morning

Must write them down

And heed the warning

His memory won't serve him as well when he wakes

If only he knew what was at stake

Words, Words, and more still left to come

Cannot stop till he sees the sun

Sunken eyes

Blood shot red

Sleep finally comes to the walking dead

Monday, April 29, 2013

Comet Thought From The Pontificating Mind


Pontificating mind
Expanding all the time
Parallel and alternate
Dare I walk the line
On the borders of imagination
Reason and structure
To cross over now
first courage I must muster
Rarified wonder
Has struck like a fist
Like a bolt of lightning
Like a warm and wet kiss
Larger than life
But shaped like a brain
My whole world and universe
In my head
It is contained

Well
When you think about it
That's pretty God damn amazing
Considering it all
The minutiae's disgracing
My minuscule thoughts
And even more minuscule words
Everything about me
Is mere food for the birds
Who gives a care
What I do, think, or say
All my attempts
All areas of gray
I've been struck with the realization
That it doesn't matter a bit
Even though I'm a self contained universe
I guess I'll just call it quits
A great man once said
"I think, therefore I am."
His very own Big Bang
Existence holds our hand

If validation is the only way
To be
Or maybe
Not to be
Then I guess I could see how that would be a problem
Because validation is as fleeting
As a thought passing through my universe
Like the purpose to my verse
Like we've never seen worse
Like an old hearse carrying dead folk around
Who once lived a life
Their words once made the sounds
Of the unimaginable miracle of being
The impractical science of seeing
Feeling and touching
Living and loving
But now
They are all just collapsed dimensions
With wasted pensions
The dichotomy of life
Its deathly dissensions
Truncated wonderings
That will never be complete
The thoughts they were thinking
Cut short by the faltering of this heartbeat
This is the way
Living day by day
Like comets in the sky
We're all just passing by

A Not So Slip Of The Tongue


I could say
You are very pretty
I might have even ventured to use the word beautiful
But I'd rather not scare you off
so for now its just

Sixth grade language
and teenager demeanor
Elementary notions
The infinite schemer
my Old timer's wisdom
In a box at the foot of my bed
I got plenty of time to Speak my mind
before I am dead
I could sit and watch for a million years
Before I understood my greatest fears
I could hold my mistakes in the palm of my hands
Let them trickle through my fingers
Like tiny grains of sand
And still not know

I am sitting in front of you
with nothing but the best of intentions
I'm wearing it all on my sleeve
And it hurts
Not to mention
I'm whispering
The greatest words
Like silk strings in the air
Midnight with starlight sprinkles
An audacious affair
Silence waits with your response
With anxious intoxication
If I told you
You were beautiful...

I sit here with patience

Sunday, April 21, 2013

Watching Through The Window


I kinda wanna sit around with you
And watch it all from my window
I wish I had a clue of what to do
But lately I’ve realized
I just don’t know

I kinda wanna bury my face in the pillow
And let the soft cotton
Soak up my sweet sweet oxygen

I kinda wanna fall to the bottom
Of the deepest part in the ocean
And just chill there for a bit

I kinda want to break loose
And break everything that I own

I kinda wanna break free
Break out and head out all alone

I kinda wanna build a contraption
That would make me fly

I kinda wanna know all the answers
To the questions that started with why

I kinda wanna know
What I kinda wanna do
And I know you’re over there thinking
What thoughts I’m thinking of you

But my thoughts really have no direction
I’m on a mad tear
Whimsical nonsense
There’s no time to spare
I cannot control
This reckless rampage
My thoughts are all actors
Playing parts on a stage
In a play that only makes sense to me
Myself and I
To that we agree

I kinda wanna do none of these things
But all at once
Because It’s kinda fun just sitting here with you
And watching it all from the window

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Grandiose Heartbeats


Grandiose heartbeats of the universe
Ebb and flow in reverse

My heart beats with the world
My heart weeps for the girl
With wise words on her chest

I pump misery
From the source
And let it spin around me
Acquaintances show remorse
But I dismiss it kindly

I’m burning bridges left and right
Toxic flames engulf my sight
Orange and Red
I paint the night
With gloom and doom
I think I might

Jump from this here balcony
You should’ve watched me closely
This magic trick
This sleight of hand
You thought my shield could withstand
More than all
And Better than
But I was just a lesser man
Just two legs
Two arms
Two hands
Tender feet
Palms and Plans
There was only one storm I was meant to weather
The light is growing bright and redder
Just a few more words
A few more letters
Farewell
To these good wishes
Somewhere 
We turned out better

Monday, April 1, 2013

Eye of The Storm


Deep breaths
Through a chest full of glass
The pace it quickens 
The pain is fast

Hold it there

Intake 
Through lungs that bleed
Through thoughts that tremble
Through Satan's weeds

Hold it there

Clear
The bramble
The hazy fear
The anxious breathlessness
Be only here

Hold it there

Whirlwinds of life
Madly move through your mind
Whatever it was
You've left it behind

Hold it there

Smile through closed eyes
With peace on your lips
Whisper the world 
Your forgiveness
And then 

Let it go.