The end of my notebook

The last poem i wrote in my notebook, the first time i have been able to fill an entire notebook

Trapped between perceptions, thoughts and expressions

Crafting a sentence, a sentence, my sentence here seems way too long

The children all grew up and are gone

So long to the static, the noise as we panic

Now run, you flee, sprint away from these cactus trees that flower today

Splintering what the young man will say

Creations manifest out of Kurts tar trap

You are trapped, your trapped, stuck between your best friends words

Dancing on piano cords

All these faces float past my head

I'm lying in my bed, trying to sleep-then it seeps

Steeply driven into the ground, into this burial mound

The sound and the sight when she turned to the night

She indulges, divulges, confesses secrets hid away so long ago

Oh please say it aint so

At the end of a quest-the traveler has done his best

The poet will wonder and ponder, as water drowns out his silent voice

And he did have a choice...

In this land we remain looking all the same

Marching up and down all these shallow streets

Young child, pick up your feet

This world-this place, left me alone

In this hole hoping i would turn to stone

A world without ties is what i've known

Searching for what the prophets know

The truth they offer to show

This is what my passenger knows

The truth they offer to show

So that one day I just might know...