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No Regrets

Living no regrets
no hard feelings
no backward glances and shouts of “I only wish…”
I want to know each moment like and old friend
Who I can go back with,
in years to come,
and say “I only wish… I was back then”
Back when life was a story opened to whatever page I turned to
and lines read aloud
characters come and go, settings change
plots aren’t always mine to lead
just flip the pages.
Commanding what I can,
then letting what I can’t form in to pearls and roll of my back
slip in to just a sentence, a word, on a page.
Just living no regrets, seeing all for what it is
and maybe
maybe in the end I’ll find everything I was living for.

Dissconnect

I dawn my rose colored glasses and escape
from the world
brush it aside
The paper on the table
is only words
only words
on gray tinged news print
snapshots of nothing
Hurt, pain fear
and nothing
nothing to me
nothing of me
nothing for me
to think long thoughts of
to cry and feel the pain of many,
Black and white can't touch me
its all just pink
in a happy existence,
cant touch me

The Beat

A heart beat
sounds one thump after another
charging the air with an electric feel,
that shocks the vibe and makes ground jump
bringing each beat in to reality.
A pulse
carries currents flowing in steady streams,
like spotlights that cut through the night
catching tendrils of smoke,
that grasp like hands rising up to the stratosphere.
A rhythm
brings astounding feeling
that thumps even the sleep walking alive
and makes them move their dirty feet,
and shake their dirty hair.

Sprung

The springs in the stained mattress beneath me have all sprung
No longer there to cushion me from my thoughts
My mind flips back and forth with each breath
Desperate in its attempts to explain my life
Do i regret it all?
I am not even sure.
Does anything every change?
Thinking of running away has no such promise.
The greener grass glints in the forever sun that lives on the other side of problems
Its beautiful
until i lie on the mattress on the other side of my problems,
it's springs have all sprung.

Your day

Get out, Get out where ever you are
the world is yours to behold
waiting just for you
only you.
For you to touch, for you to feel
See it
Let it see you.
Embrace this day
It smells of fresh baked bread, green grass and cinnamon sticks
It tastes like victory
Win it
The sky is blue for only you
Live now.

The Perfect Day

The day was slipping over the hill
turning the sky pink
radiance fading in to color,
light scattering in to one thousand pieces of dark
dissipating in to night,
the tickle of the grass damp with evening dew
runs itself around my bare leg.
I could lift up off this stone bench
and fly over the roses that smell like rain,
but an arm around my shoulder
and a familiar smell
brings me back,
make my mind spin in to thoughts of nothingness ].
The contentment plays a smile cross my lips
and spreads through out.
Shadows spill into the sky
and the perfect day
dissolves,
into the perfect night.