not a choice
at this moment
can not
stop the sun
from shining

sat at the beach
every morning
everyday
for a month

all lining up
no longer
causing concern

released

maturity facing
time and another
sunset
sunrise

keep it light and fluffy
she seems to have
a twinkle
in her eyes

comfortable
he will tell you
let us hope
let us strive
shine

will eat a raisin
pretending
it is still
a grape

keep
your toes crossed
mark the day
with a feather

dig a hole
climb inside
and wait

the storm will pass
the view is different
here
on the other side

life in the church
god in the corner
prayers in the echo
saints here everywhere

came here believing
expecting miracles
because
they happen everyday

what a place here
coal country sorrow
mostly joy
so understand

helping your neighbor
sharing some laughter
stories about mountains
people and trees

a coal country future
a worthless diploma
secure a new reason
a need to achieve

strength is beauty
the worthless muscle
hope is ready
waits for the word

you are a picture
a life of fulfillment
seen as a nightmare
what will i do

when
there is no past
no future no tomorrow
always today there is

love eternal felt

came and went
just the thought
you know

packing then
the day arrives
finger on the fourth
fret
i
quit being me

the year of our lord
riding horseback
into town
just
to waste time

god’s eyes are watching
you unaware
playing
crazy eights

creating symphonies
where’s
the drum solo

the year
of the toenail
baptized
with blood and water

so have a sandwich
have it on rye
bread

put in some effort
try or
be creative

please do not go away
i need you
your visits
your sense of knowledge

you could do things
make magic like fire
turn into a bird and
fly away

strong enough to carry me
strong enough to put me down

returned from
yesterday
had a book filled
with notes
drawings in pencil

it is
different now
ready
everything is almost
the same

got people
yelling
at me
to
buy more shit

the idiot’s platform

the mud dries
the leaves burnt
think i
will make coffee
and sip

surrendering logic
becoming something else
something new unlike
a car or maybe

it is a simple transition
described as a transfer
of energy

who
invented the piano
and why
would people play

was
in a room once
filled with
ideas

could no longer breathe then
you opened a window
and
i escaped

returned
with a
present

spent yesterday
lost inside the television

surprised by
the lack of wires
thought there’d be villages
filled with people

it isn”t lonely by your self
so
what”s your point

there i found a tree
a hat filled with wood
and a pen

we will evolve