A draft and a first week down
Wheels simmer on hot ground
Wedding rings came in the mail
Can this be real, can this be now
I’d like to keep this life around
6.7.19
Dreams become simpler as we age
Once I wanted a million stars
In my hands, twinkling forever
Now you lay your head in my lap
And fall asleep before me
As I write variations of our story
Maybe one day people will read
It’ll bring them a peace
When the skies are stormy
He owed it to her to watch all the way through.
Sometimes love is wild and passionate
Sometimes it’s sweet and slow
Sometimes it’s letting you sleep
And guarding your sweet repose
The first humans killed with their hands. The last will, too.
5.17.19
I’m just here
Wondering
Why you arent
Where you said
You’d be
Again
Never trust a weapon you haven’t prepped yourself.
It’s cool
another broken
promise
that won’t
come back
to bite
one day
there’s never a good way to say we don’t have a future
There’s a simple kind of math that says
If you can’t hold to a simple promise
Or manage your drinking so you dont
Pass out often on stranger couches
Then you’re not ready for the real
Promises that come with a ring
Someone once said it’s better to die amongst honorable friends than live surrounded by enemies. The odds have never been worse and the stakes never higher, but that’s when we’re at our best. They fight for glory, for fame. We fight for each other, for the survival of 10 billion people on one planet, and countless more amongst the stars. The cause has never been greater, and this company of compadres never better suited to rekindle the fires of liberty and equality in a darkened galaxy.
My friends, these will be our finest hours.
Leaving in a tin can with wings
is the funniest thing
when it can make the heart sing
just because it brings us
from past to dreams
I have my fears
You’ve spilled tears
But you keep saying
None of that matters
You’re coming home
To me