Life on Hold

Every other day, I miss the rain on my face.
And every other day, I miss the cold's embrace.
When I wake up, worm and dry.
I think back, to the snow and it's taste.

The miles are long here, and straight, theres no end.
The days are empty, with nothing to lend.
With all this happiness around me in them.
There is no one to notice this life I offend.

And I can't hang around
another burnt down town
over the crisp blue water
of the blue Puget sound.

And this life I put on hold
will never come home.
This life is nothing but
memories that live alone.

For Grandpa Roger Burton

Withering through shadows of filtering flashlights.

Wondering how much strength it will take, to win this fight.

Knowing you're gone and you're never coming back,

makes me flash through the all the times we had.

We would laugh in your pool and wait for you,

to jump in even with your tennis shoes.

I miss the times I spent with you.

Sitting wishing the times we had, weren't so few.

Now your time has come,

I'm trying to understand, why your work here is done.

I keep waiting for you to randomly drive here.

Sit down and ask me for one more beer.

Well heres one for the road.

I'm sure you won't need it where your going,

or so I've been told.

I know your finally with grandma.

Knowing this, I can finally stand tall.

I swear I'll remember all you've done.

And I promise, I'll make you proud,

of your grandson.

Is Not Was Is (2006)

Emptiness fills.

As floods dry.

As heat freezes,

And dirt does fly.

Across this love,

that tingles the neck.

Like the touch of a lover,

crossed out with a check.

Keep (2006)

Dipped into memories,

I never knew were there.

Sunk into poems,

that stated my love unfair.

Three years gone and last night I lay,

with only you on my mind, and the same goes for today.

With words of finger signs,

and kisses so teased.

My best friend, you, it's too hard to believe.

Once we were so close,

and now I make a toast.

To us and how awkward it is,

to even speak at most.

And to think we were best friends.

And to hope what was will come back again.

I'm a fool to believe.

Keep in touch.

As I tell your memory to leave.

Interpret The Question

There is nothing greater than an answer, except for what's left of the question, unanswered.

Vision

On the eyelid let it sit

and sink in till the spark is lit

and watch the idea switch to a plan

and watch the people around you grow sick.

Take out a breath and breath it deep

hold it in for others to keep

so you'll be remembered for what you rendered

as they will forget what they seek.

A truth in night told to the light

who wasn't listening or even in sight

to the fire that grew along with the liar

in light we sight the fight.

Passing Away

Take my thoughts,

and write them down.

Take the paper,

and pass it around.

Spread the word,

of what you found.

Realize your happy,

while I'm not around.

Staple this scratch,

and attach it to the scribble.

Make my love ache,

with hate just a little.

Make smiles with lies

and seal them in the middle.

These truths decay

with each gray day.

Life, Passing away.

Battle of Thought

As the ocean to the West kills the Eastern's garden

It asks the unconscious question "Why?" Needless to say, this doesn't get answered.

Strings of Side

I'm tuning the strings of life.

Hoping they sound just right.

So I can play a note,

and have you read it in the light.

And if you like what you hear,

I'll write you another gear.

Crank it up and watch it wind,

and pull us through one more year.