Wednesday, February 20, 2013

DOWN ON OCEAN AVENUE (song)

down on ocean avenue
street signs tumbled to the sand
where tattoo covered boarded walls
came alive to start a band
a band of heroes
crooning songs
of standing tall
and strong
making out with 
hurricanes
like lovers
that won't last for long

guitars made of only air
played by mermaids pumping fists
abandoned by the fishing pier
beached and begging for that kiss
from a band of heroes
crooning songs
of running wild
and free
while standing in
the food lines
refuse
to stop believing

that someday
we'll rise again
like a broken down chorus
with a horn section
building up from behind
lifting us high
reminding us
that someday
we'll never die
when someday comes
we'll never really die

sitting on the ravaged boards
we reminisce of growing up
holding our breath, rolling in waves
wishing we were tramps on the run
like our heroes
crooning songs
of escape
in speeding cars
but now gas cost too damn much
and we're ok right where we are

and  someday
we'll rise again
like a broken down chorus
with a horn section
building up from behind
lifting us high
reminding us
that someday
we'll never die
when someday comes
we'll never really die

down on ocean avenue
street signs tumbled to the sand
we were reminded who we were
and who we'll be again...







Tuesday, February 19, 2013

a boy i knew wrote a book...

once upon a time a boy i knew wrote a book.
maybe it was a book of poems...
maybe this is the first poem of the book...
why can't it be?
does it have to rhyme?
no...that was proven long ago that a rhyme
doesn't make a poem...
so there you have it.
this is it.
this is the start of something...
something that will never be forgotten...
and when I say that, i don't mean not forgotten
like a king who conquered kingdoms...
i mean not forgotten like a tree that the boy
climbed when he was eight years old.
climbed to the top and looked out to the world
like he never saw it before.
tall as a giant looking across the moat to other lands of
carousels, pinball wizards, and dirty hustlers waiting
for a ferris wheel fix to lift them to a momentary adventure
that maybe they can remember someday to help them heal
and bring them home.

once upon a time i knew a boy who wrote a book.
what if i told you this is that book?
what if i told you that it is a magic book?
what if i told you that from this moment on
if you choose to keep reading
that everything will change...
some for the better...
some not...
but you are at least taking a step
to something new,
or maybe something old...
something remembered...
maybe this is the start of a journey
to new lands that you will call home...
or maybe this is just the first poem in a book
written by a boy
who grew up
into a man
that no longer wanted to live as a stranger
to himself...or his dreams
that from this moment on
will not be forgotten...












Friday, February 15, 2013

didn't leave me crippled

maybe today I can share with you just
how i am inspired...
how i woke from dreams that for the first
time in weeks didn't leave me crippled
and crawling, wondering where my legs went...
how i stepped out into the morning sun and almost
wished it was rain or even snow to balance out
a new found power creeping up in me...
how i descended into my budget sub-compact car
and it suddenly sprouted rockets and a receipt in the
passenger seat for dry cleaning of one superhero outfit
that hung in the back...
how i found out as i flew into the sky that my breath
can somehow go deeper than my neck
because maybe i am no longer afraid of my heart...
maybe i can do that.
today wasn't quite that day...
but for the first time in a very long time
i can see that tomorrow might very well be just that...
or maybe even now...as in NOW...
as in starting right now...or maybe now...
and the clouds taste like watermelon at a summer picnic
with shining eyes and hammocks with stories and dreams
that for the first time in weeks didn't leave me crippled.