A Plan For the Planets

A poem about everything that has ever intersted me...the unknown, planets, women, and truth. This is a poem that is about alot of things and that is what I love about it. There are alot of things and ideas embedded inside here and if you read close enough you can pick up on them. As always, I hope whoever reads these stupid things enjoys.


"A Plan For the Planets"

The blank page is always white.
A painted starry ceiling tonight,
Called for its children by first
And middle names since it was
Supper time and the time was right.
Dreams walk while dreamers dine
On the tightrope of utterly
Displaced cocaine lines.

The planets are surpressing
Much more than appetite.
Saturn is engaged to Uranus
And they've got the rings to prove it.
Truth and love embodied in ice and
Solidified gases rather than
Expensive gold or diamond.

Yes, yes, they are high
Up high in the ceiling of our
Precious sky laughing at all
The fools tripping at the feet
Of hollow hallucinagenics.
They have discarded the idea
Of offspring already for the
Greater fear some qualified eye
In a telescope would demote
Their child to simple space matter.

Still good they find in making
Jupiter and Neptune jealous
Watching their surrounding orbits.
Orbits trying to find an escape in
Lines of space dust and meteorites.
They're numb for every
Equinox, solestice, and anniversery
For pain in outer space is like
Doing a shot of Mercury.
For pain in outer space was
Always meant to be a planetary story.

Hands

We all go through some unfortunate events in our lifes and today was one of them for me. Someone close to me brother and sister had an unfortunate end to their young life. He had alot going for him and things just didn't end up like they should have. Coming home to my family in tears tore me apart and knowing all of the people it affected hurts even more. RIP Rob.

"Hands"

Stolen away a life was today
At the hands of the lacks of others
And ones that had no fingers
The finalty of decisions is apparent
To the ones that wished they used
Theirs to hold your fragile hand

It is times like these that we
Grab anything tactile and latch
On it for long periods of time
An entry wound like this doesn't
Just leave an unfortunate scar
On the skin but one much deeper
One that cuts to the surface
Of our very own souls

You're gone and I would give
As much as I could to have just
A few words with you yesterday
But yesterday's are no good in
A world full of broken tomorrows

A hand is what I wished I could
Have given to you for just a couple
Of minute minutes
For then today would be brighter
And maybe the sun would peek
Through the dark skies
But that is all too late now

It is all okay though for I know
God grasped onto your frail hand
And lifted you up
So sleep soundly fellow brother
Because we all know you have
Finally found a hand to hold on to
In time I will see you again and
Hold your hand too

A Poem For ...

So I'm done with school for the summer and I write after a couple drinks or two. Soooo this is another poem that I want on here because there isn't a "love" poem on here yet. It probably sucks but that is okay because love poems are suppose to be terrible. This is probably one of my favorites.

"A Poem For Kim Gerazette"

I traveled three stories up
Up the stairs toward
The greater stratosphere
Up the beanstalk high enough
To drip raindrops that condensated
Right beside the jet stream's scream

It just takes those curls and makes
Them a little less like the slides
We let our worries fall down
When we were kids and it makes
Me feel like I should be waiting
At the bottom for you
At the bottom with a pail
To collect the raindrops
Just for you

It is still just a reality waiting
Outside of my windowsill
As the wind tattoos your name
On the most inner portion
Of my most inner thoughts
As the same wind blows
Us inside a seashell that hears
The dreams of infants

Their voices rang inside of
Similiar seashells hoping the
Cries were heard by distant
Sea creatures too accustom
To the lake, that ventured away
I'm by the water shore
Dehydrated and such but
Curly haired girls with a nice touch
Always (in my mind) are
Worth that much

Five fingers we each hold our
Glasses with, the two hands
That God gave us as his gift
We both have eyes that choose
To wander to places that even
Oursleves aren't able to quite find

Again, I'm inside of your eyes
And how I dreamt I could slide
Down everyone of your curls
Just to land somewhere amongst
Your gorgeous curves that transverse
Across my mind but never cease
To remind me of your face
That incomprehensible face
That spells that awkward word
Of perfect in my mind

Anagrams for the shaken will
Do me finer than perfection
So my love, I'll keep dreaming you
But dreams always end abruptly
And hopefully when that happens
It ends up just you and me

Hours, Minutes, Seconds

Well summer is here again and what a better time in the world! This is a poem i just wrote so it hasn't been edited or revised yet but i feel like alot of people i know are going to different places in their lives and this is kinda for them. Growing up kinda sucks but is kinda great in the end...

Hours, Minutes, Seconds

I set sail tonight and God
Told me to call it a circumnavigation
Around something more familiar
Around someone more formadible
Amongst choppy waters that try
To compensate the distances between
Shores and the abstractness of sand

Shake me, shake the table
That holds the hourglass of time
Whispering every memory taken
For granite, for every grain of sand
Wants to always remain
As a piece of last night
For every grain of sand
Is begging to be a piece
Of the soul we take to the grave

But as we grow in age
So does the mass of our beach
That is developing sections
Of it's very own segregation
With bouncers and velvet rope
Childhood, the rocky adolescent,
The ever growing transistion to adulthood

Every year the summer comes
With potential and familiar heat
And the beach grows
Along with our sandy feet