Sunday, June 27, 2004
callsomeonewhiletheyarealiveandtellthemyou'regladtheyare.
nowhere man 4:49 PM
Monday, June 21, 2004
remember that
life is
precious remember
that you are
loved remember
that Jesus is
real.
nowhere man 11:31 PM
Tuesday, May 18, 2004
So... some questions.
why do people have to think
like people?
how do people think?
the way that perspective works
is confusing.
i tried to be here for you
and you couldn't see
i'm sorry i wasn't loud
enough
life is a bowl of cherries
how is that?
it isn't. i just like saying it.
oh.
the beginning, still, is here and
i gave you everything
i could
only holding back
this
which is my everything
that is not yet in my hands
to give
i cannot grasp it
my soul
the me that is
deep
below the me that is
not
here you find only
this
my shallow aspirations
the silly slowness of
my mind when
i am tired
not everything is impossible
though we often seem to think
so
i found you here
five days ago
you're gone now
nowhere man 4:06 PM
Thursday, April 22, 2004
Thank you for the
hope
you’ve given me.
Thank you for
dying
for me and
rising from the
dead. Thank
you for being real
in my life, and
being here for me
when I need you.
Thank you for loving
and accepting me
as I am. Without exceptions
or expectations.
Thank you for the
opportunities I have
to live with you,
to talk with you,
to sit with you.
I will sing to you Jesus.
I will dance for you.
You are beautiful.
I love you.
You are everything
to me, and apart from you
there is
nothing and
no one.
Thank you for not being
ashamed of me.
Thank you for
holding me gently
in your arms and telling me
you love me.
I love you, Jesus.
Hold me
close.
nowhere man 11:20 PM
Saturday, April 10, 2004
poetry
listens to my fingers
press the keys
so
whatever
is nothing
is real
creating reality
for each of us
the others
they are never here
the others
begin where we end
when we stop
and listen to each other
because the value is never
quite lost
when the clacking and
pressing of keys
never ceases
will never cease
we are gone
these are gone
no
i am here
and so are you
nowhere man 3:03 PM
Friday, April 09, 2004
you've no idea.
really.
probably because i can't explain.
but that shouldn't matter.
although it does.
see. people can't know.
what it is that they are.
that people are.
'who are you?'
such a silly question
how do you answer that one?
there is no way to properly explain
oneself
not enough words
or time
time
moves so rapidly
and people
lose
everything.
but we don't shudder when we
think of it
and we don't weep when
we fall
because nothing
matters
not if we're gone
or here
and missing
everything
we once thought
possible
possibilities are
endless
and that is
what opens the
world to us
makes us sick
with furious joy
all that we once thought is
but a silly mark
in time
the blackboard scratched
by human fingers
only in the corners
where it doesn't matter
making us feel insignificant
and yet important enough
to make a change
to matter
somewhat
before we fall into
the expanse
that once was
and erase
ourselves
from existence.
ah. to breathe
to think
to exist
for a moment.
and here's my
emptiness
that is all.
nowhere man 2:24 AM
Wednesday, April 07, 2004
in the simple flowering minutes
of youth
all that is fine is
but beauty
in a jar
every jar
every window
every swing
every moon
each one different
every dog
every friend
in the sandbox
where the wet tunnels grow
and collapse into
dust
giant piles
over the heads
of my brother's
g i joes
that we rescue
with a hose
pounding water.
that is all.
wood
has potential
every minute breathes with
huge life
mystery
i might find treasure
below the swingset
we did once
i think
i'll bury this twig
and hundreds of years later
someone else will
dig it up
and wonder
who i
was.
my homemade dress
was small
and i was
smaller.
i had a million dollar hug
that was small and
huge
and i would smile
touch my tongue to my
nose
and ask
can you do this?
the wind would lift my
dirt brown
hair
off my shoulders
and i would swing
close my eyes
and fly
dive into the sky and let my feet
hit the clouds
knocking them farther away
leaving me with
only regret
that i am no longer
small
but does it matter?
ah, the flowering innocence
of those simple minutes
of childhood
so small and
huge
nowhere man 4:33 PM
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