Moving On
The onley way to keep yourself moeving on is toe forget that youe have anye rules.
I was once just like you
As you danced in the street.
God touched soul for minutes of a youth.
God touched hair and eyes;
Beautiful.
Special creature that "youth"...
Chasing us down the drain.
The dots better be right and not the feathers.
I'm coming back in a youth caste,
Coming back to play with you,
Coming back to breath and ignore ALL the rules.
Conscience is only as sticky as your floor.
Morals only leap to your clothes if you're sticky.
Clothes only stick to your back if you're old.
Run naked through life screaming with no harm.
Leave all things be.
Be an asshole.
Yell your life at anyone who comes near you.
You never know - it just may echo into the next one.
The Inching
There was an inching taking place. It was painful to watch. It was painful to think that someone was watching me watch.
When I was a child I used to think everyone was insane. That part left me. But somehow it was replaced with the idea that I now see myself from that child's point of view and think, "I'm crazy."
There was an inching taking place. It was difficult to measure. It was difficult to stand still watching this until it was done.
I never wanted to trap the ball. That's what my father always told me. All I ever wanted to do was kick it. I didn't want to use my left foot either. I just wanted to kick it as hard as I could with my right.
There was an inching taking place. It was patience emblazoned on my being. I had to watch this happening as if it were going to conclude.
It never concludes. Not even after you die.
