Chani

I remember when we were both really drunk and didn’t want to watch zombie movies anymore at our mutual friend’s house. You told me that you had two long boards in the back of your trunk and asked if I wanted to ride with you for a while. I was very intimidated as well as drunk but I decided to accept so we went outside and started to roll down the street. It was getting pretty dark and normally I am pretty scared of skating in the dark but I didn’t this time because you seemed really confident and I trusted you.

We found a small little river and I said that I wanted to sit by it and you told me that you wanted to go into it, so we took off our shoes and I rolled up my pants but you kept yours rolled down. You fell right down into the river up to your waist and I helped you back up and we sat down and I asked you what you wanted to do with your life and you gave me the best answer I have ever heard because I thought the same thing. And I kissed you on the lips and you kissed really well but I was really drunk and kind of forgot how to move my lips as well as I normally would sober. So I stopped because I was embarrassed but I think you looked a bit disappointed when I pulled away.

We skated back to our friends house and we both had a bit more to drink and you started feeling really sick so we went to Mc Donald’s to get you some food. The whole way you were digging into your best friends hands and curled up into a ball on my lap and I held on to you because I didn’t know you were going to get that sick and I was afraid of the way our friend was driving. I kept whispering in your ear that everything was going to be ok, and I’m not sure if you heard me saying that but it doesn’t matter because you made it through. So we got back to our friends house and we fell asleep with you in my arms.

I woke up sober still thinking you were beautiful and wanting to kiss you more than ever.

I rent the ocean (part two)

As for the water of the after life

You must go into the ocean and merge.

To become one with all that is alive

And return to your sacred mother earth.

Once your heart is pure, and intent is there,

Wade out towards eternity’s resting place

Thus allow yourself to merge to its care

To be one with all; let liquid embrace.

Evaporate into the clouds up high

To fall below anew as precious rain,

And recycle into a brand new life

Just to stimulate the cycle again.

And as the soul and water become one

Earth is survived through reincarnation

Steph wrote this for me

I had this friend
I don’t remember when
He was a wanderer,
He traveled all over.
He played the harmonica
And sometimes worked at coffee shops.
He’d read large books that made no sense,
And speak of how the world was so fragile, and had grown so thin.
He had a tattoo of a symbolic goat on his arm
And on the other the words Awake.
He got it when he finally realized he had been living his whole life asleep.
The seams of our friendship were fringed and unraveled at times.
And sometimes we would lose ourselves amongst the rapture of lives waves.
I will never forget him
And the music in his car.
The fragmented sentences that made us who we are.
Where did he go?
I’m not quite sure.
Will I see him again?
I hope so.

Pills

This is the pill popping generation

Bring on your head aches

Your insomnia

And lack of ambition sicknesses

We got the cure for the lonely of heart

As well as the voices in your head.

Eat too much junk food?

Pop a pill and let the dietary supplement

Take your body for a ride.

Fuck your health food and exercise programs

Fuck your inadequacy and depression down time

No need to actually do something with your life

Just take a pill and keep sitting on your ass

You fucks

Gods words leak out my mouth

I am a sieve of liquid spirituality

Ocean Sonnet

For in a dream I came upon a gate,

The threshold in which life had surely ceased.

A man with keys to guard each mortal’s fate,

Granting all to come upon heavens beach.

Inside the gate I walked in crystal sand,

Each grain sparkling like the stars up high.

I could reach downward and hold in my hands,

The constellations of the night time sky.

I could not tell the beginning from end,

The pigment of ocean and heaven blue.

Where perception and comprehension blend,

Resting together as one married hue.

For once the spirit and body have spliced,

All souls shall travel to this paradise.

American Girl

I met a girl today,

And she spoke as if she

were trying to sell me something.

As If she were handing out pamphlets

On how to be saved by

God

Or your own devices.

I met an American girl

who liked to drink and go to church.

Shouting slurred halleluiahs,

And shooting her demons away

with a bottle of whiskey.

But one day she drowned her soul

In that which she thought would save her.

So she nailed herself to the cross she preached of,

and hung in shame there after.

I guess it’s the same

With the bottle and God;

You turn to both when

The times get hard.

im fucking sick of poetry