Poet/Predator

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a pound under my target weight a day early!  Weighed in a little under 214 today after my workout.  Progress!

I don’t like being filled with emotions.

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Does anyone read my journal posts?  I’m just wondering.

I drift on clouds and watch the world below
While a hornets nest roars in my head 
I have always been up here
For as long as I can remember
And my memory is long and deep 
Like the sapphire seas beneath
I’m always observing but never intervening
Not that I could, but I sometimes wish otherwise
Sighing, the hornets growing ever louder
I fall through the clouds
Passing through these vaporous collections of 
microscopic particulates that are so familiar
and so foreign all the same
Passing on through I continue to fall
Fall through towers of steel and cement
Fall through people and animals and plants
Fall through concrete and pipes into the very
Earth herself.
On and on I fall through all her layers
Dirt, sand, clay, bones and buried hopes
Down into her molten core where resides
The very heart of the Gaia  
I slow and stop, finding comfort and silence
For here is only where the hornets are timid
Every hornet, a voice, a plea, a cry
Asking for something, someone
Why do these insects infect my head?

Why do I touch so many others,
too many beating hearts
When in the end I will break them all
Reach out and seize them
and crush them in my hands 

I am a man of the Northwoods
Built for cold winter nights
Living alone is best for someone
as cold as me 

Lets go north, just you and me
Bring only what you need
My bass and flannel and you
are all I will ever require
maybe some coffee too

We can sit around the blaze
As I sing you poorly written songs
And you smile all the same
Afterwards we retire to our bed
And we never sleep alone again 

We can live together
Just like an Avett Brothers song

Sometimes I really wanna drop out.

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Coffee and music.  Singing and playing and writing.  

He makes all the ladies swoon
As tobacco stained fingers dance across
A worn our rosewood fret board 
And golden lyrics come from behind
His coffee tinted canines
His eyes shine as he sings
Of lost loves and painful memories

I’m just gonna sit and play my bass all day instead of doing homework. I’m allowed a day off right?

I’m not programmed
to bleed for only one other 
I bleed for far too many
It drains me, and leaves me pale
I wish my heart was stronger
My blood clotted faster
And I could sustain these wounds

I wish I could split myself
Into multiple people 
Because I know too many women
Who deserve the right man 
and I know I could be that man
I want to be that man