Love Is Like A Wave

love is like a wave.
soft. it crumbles. somersaulting. it grumbles.

sea spitting curls of insatiable hunger, ever wanting more
of us. “it was never decided,”

mused the midnight moon, oceans away. and me.
a layer of salt lounged upon those lips

when you read the pages off my face,
sun-faded, worn and creased around the eyes.

life haunts our fading footsteps
on sand eroded from the shells

of syllables lacking words,
and so it crashes on and on and on.

A Dry Sorrow

Bent over back
her soggy fingers soak in
all-purpose-cleaner
– but it isn’t all
purpose.
It can’t clean away the wreckage trapped in her eyes,
or the disbelief scarred upon our faces.
It can’t clean us.
But how my mother cleans
and cleans
and cleans
still.

Roaring in desperate anguish, filling
the atmosphere with what
she can not,
the vacuum sucks up the despair
and heavy air
that has settled into the fibers,
the carpet of sorrows
where we all tread
and wept upon.

A dry sorrow,
slowly creeping throughout my body.
Eagerly waiting to tear fresh grooves into our faces,
the tears linger back as toxins seep
into the unhealed pink flesh of tracks carved from before
– from him.

Floating up these steps once again,
a reoccurring nightmare,
oh please,
be a nightmare.
But the weary slump of familiar hugs
wrench retreating memories,
repressed,
now undressed,
naked,
my grief lays exposed,
vulnerable,
delicate,
twisting through my broken defenses
and winds ‘round and ‘round,
constricting,
pulse weakening,
sadness sinking further
into me.

Things I Shouldn't Know

Things I shouldn’t know at my age
(and oh how I’ve aged)
twine into threads of motionless
thought:

Like knowing you need two black outfits when someone dies.

One for the viewing,
one for the ceremony.
Even Death demands
fashion.

Don't Think Twice, It's All Right

So I've been half done with this cover of Bob Dylan's "Don't Think Twice, It's All Right" for foreeevvveerrr ('tis one of my favorites by him). And I finally got around to finishing it the other day...but I am still not sure of some of it...here is where YOU can come in! There are two versions posted on my facebook music page...all you need to do is tell me which one you like better (the only difference is the effects of the instruments...so which one sounds better to you). Just curious!

http://www.facebook.com/home.php#!/pages/Krystal-Park/102353526472304?v=app_2405167945

Thanks friends.

Frozen

frozen. what is ice?
what is it to be immovable?
what is it to be gripped by your own vice?
virtues lay among
discarded blues
albums that record
the time and place I once stood
before. and now. frozen.

The Waking

One of my favorites by Theodore Roethke...

The Waking
by Theodore Roethke


I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I have to go.

We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.

Light takes the Tree; but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.

Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.

This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.

It Only Took A Year And Half My Face

it only took a year and half my face
for the sky to bow down and gently erase

these characters I seem to carry around
beads strung
around
around
around my neck
telling me, I’ve not changed yet

it only took my last two feet to race
from place to familiar place.

carved on the ground, my feet dance
over milestones of flaking chalk that glance

these characters I seem to carry around
beads strung
around
around
around my neck
telling me, I’ve not changed yet

it only took
it only took
it only took
what was

best

Roll the Dice

I was stumbling on stumbleupon.com today and it spit me onto this page with this poem on it. I haven't written/posted anything in a week or so because...well..the things I've written I haven't felt like posting, haha. I guess that defeats the point of the blog, but whatever. I haven't read much Charles Bukowski, but I liked this poem...probably because I'm at a transition point in my life, or whatever that's even supposed to mean.....so here you go.


Roll the Dice
by Charles Bukowski

if you’re going to try, go all the
way.
otherwise, don’t even start.

if you’re going to try, go all the
way. this could mean losing girlfriends,
wives, relatives, jobs and
maybe your mind.

go all the way.
it could mean not eating for 3 or
4 days.
it could mean freezing on a
park bench.
it could mean jail,
it could mean derision,
mockery,
isolation.
isolation is the gift,
all the others are a test of your
endurance, of
how much you really want to
do it.
and you’ll do it
despite rejection and the
worst odds
and it will be better than
anything else
you can imagine.

if you’re going to try,
go all the way.
there is no other feeling like
that.
you will be alone with the
gods
and the nights will flame with
fire.

do it, do it, do it.
do it.

all the way
all the way.
you will ride life straight to
perfect laughter,
it’s the only good fight
there is.