Transamerica

I found love
As a passenger in a pickup truck
I found peace
As the asphalt flowed underneath my feet

And I know
There’s nothing better than the open road
I’m not lost
As long as I have somewhere to go, oh...

Leaving the coast of California
Breathing the air of Alabama
I thought about you once or twice

But your words left me
After each state line.

Dear Kate

Dear Kate
I know we don’t talk but do you
Still hate....
My poems I know it’s not helpful to say
You will be the topic here anyway

Dear Kate
I know you don’t care but I would
Still wait...
For you I know it’s not helpful to say
You define beauty to me to this day

And it’s a hassle
No I’m a fighter
I wrote this poem because I know
My ghosts can’t keep you here for long
I know one day you’ll soon be gone

Dear Kate
I know it’s been weeks but am I
Still late...
On this I know it’s not helpful to say
You know me too well for my hope to stay.

Spring Break

Open Water

She stands still at the salty shoreline
Water covers her feet
Silently sinking into the sand
Trying to understand

Anchored in she's feeling safe right now
Waves crash some distance down
But she falls in love with the idea
She should relieve her fears

Take a step into the shallow end
Because you need to feel it again

Water runs up the legs to the waist
It's warmer than she guessed
An unexpected drop in the sand
Leaves her gasping for breath

But you'll swim out of the shallow end
And into the open water now

I didn't say but it's a rescue
Because you need to help me swim too

Help me swim, help me swim.

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The Butterfly Pulse

I always fall in love with a springtime sky
Gives us an excuse to warm our hearts outside
Sometimes we'd just lie on grass
Forget our troubles, but keep our pasts

And now we map our way to the old beach house
Where as children you and I would spend our time
Feet in sand and cool sea breeze
Forget what we want, but keep our needs

Inside the house are those shaky narrow stairs
It's more a truth than any dare
And still we fall in love with an open door
Gives us hope that there's a room for more

And now we start to feel the butterfly pulse
Makes us aware of our love and nothing else
With our hearts we understand
Forget our troubles, but keep our pasts.

Dreamer

He woke up from the American Dream

But woke up without anything

Sweaty bed with the slight scent of trash

Never throwing out the old

Keeping the past

So they read him like a book

Then all his memories they easily took

Once or twice it's pillage in the mind

Identity theft happens

All of the time

Inside out, and returned to new

Now impossible to make an excuse

You aren't controlled by what used to be

But I'll save your memories for you

Jim, I'll be around when you want to talk

I'll be around.

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You are my fix when I'm feeling down

You are my faith when it comes around

You are my light whenever I drown

And you are the girl who stars in my dreams

With the pen I rewrite the script

The romance accompanies the action

Leaving the audience speechless

And you are the girl who I want to save

Before villains take you away

They watch as I replace fear with courage

Then we kiss at the end of day

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You are the case that surrounds my heart

You are the moon that shields me from dark

You are the spark that keeps my flame hot

And you are the girl who sings me that song

As your voice fills the concert hall

The lyrics amplify through the speaker

Then applause with the curtain call

But eventually you have to go

I won't have you here anymore...

Oh but I rush up to see you on stage

As I give the climax away

The audience anticipates the end

But villains track me to this place

Chaos sounds off as we fight through the hall

I chase them out while you wait

We make our way up to the balcony

Where we're alone so fittingly

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You are the thought that rewrites it all

You leave me waiting for an encore

You are the girl who makes this worth it

You are the poem that seems too perfect.

Election Day

"Election Day"

It was Election Day

And I voted for a change

I know you like that status quo

But it's much too predictable

It was Election Day

And red, white, and blue filled the rooms

The result

Something new

I want this

Now with you

So change

Because we always stay the same.

Poem

"Poem"

I have difficulty awakening from sleep

Because when I dream, you might be waiting for me

In the last one

I had a body of ice, my organs frozen solid

It was not a good thing

But one of those wierd melting away and dying things

And you had come to be with me

Even though it's fiction in real life

I can only speak to you in my dreams and in my rhymes

But it becomes clear, clear like pure ice

Out of these poetic dreams is where I'll make my road

And I don't want to walk all those miles alone.