Fuck Monday

Reminding myself on a daily basis
that all things must expire at some point
Learning to love with the knowledge that there is
no promise of another day
another hour another minute..
Giving up all expectations and letting life live
and be, until it changes once more
the only true guarantee

Don't step on the Momeraths

Tides of uncertainty and confusion are the only things that make sense
All I want is to drive once more through lonely little cat head creek
so far away I can no longer see the trail that's been swept away
by Alice's little talking broom
I'm at peace with myself
and the walls that guide me out of this place
Im ok with the man and the one who stands outside whistling my name
At moments I can see the kaleidoscope turning into something new and
beautiful
At moments I think god is real
But how can anything so wonderful dip their finger into complete disaster
There is no such thing as perfection

Resistance

I have the strength to stand
to be unmoved

if stability is a resistance to change
too firm to form too hard to the world

remains unchanged over time
predictably ordered to march as mimes

stability is nothing more than a death cab
and I would rather be unstable

Lost, yesterday, somewhere between Sunrise and Sunset,
two golden hours,
each set with sixty diamond minutes.
No reward is offered, for they are gone forever.

Horace Mann

inconsistantlove
grows
wings
that
fly
me
into
new
lands
of
uncertanity
the
arms
of others
grow
wider
as the
narrow
gaps
close

heavy in my heart today
heavy in my heart