you never know

a chance to have a day
to do what i want
whatever i want
to go where i please
wherever i please
to visit any time
any time that i wish

only the next day
i won’t remember any
to take the plunge
or to not
for what’s it worth
if not for memories
to take with me
a whole lifetime

but i’d still take it
it’s a chance to take
a chance
try something new
perhaps daring
or enlightening
see another time
a passed relative
a neat celebrity
sing on a stage
in front of thousands
or even a re-do moment

something you want
a day to do as you please
even if forgotten
still could be worth it
something to remind
of that forgotten day
will still stir within
maybe in the next life
it will come back to us
for if the mind forgets
the heart and soul still know
that something happened
even if they don’t know
what it was

you may be able to feel
but you never really know

A post for Kellie Elmore’s FWF.

an ode to forgetting

oh, to be so absent-minded
to forget the videos I must make,
the poems I must write
in order to become absorbed
in the craft of constructing
what we call
music

the mind goes bliss with blank
and crazy with inspiration
of notes, beats and tunes
that yearn to break free
from the mind that forgot
to do two things
promised

forgetting even the structure
of an ode yet writing one
does it rhyme or have
rhythms to tap to
who really knows anymore
because I do not remember
one bit

VEDA and Something Write…
getting them done late
better then than never
but to forget like that
inexcusable except
I had an utter blast making
music

the fickleness of it all

Why do we remember when we want to forget?
Why do we forget when we want to remember?
The mind is a fickle thing, never really thinking on its own.

Why do we love to hate, but hate to love
and why do we love to fall in love
but hate ourselves when we can’t pull ourselves up after?

Why can’t we forget to hate
or remember to love unconditionally
despite whatever games our minds play?

missing dreams

wake up wanting
trying to taste
what was there
clinging to fragments
unknown, unseen
remember to reminisce
but nothing’s there
sunlight chases away
dream-catchers fail
clouds run over
a complete mask
images slip away
forgetting a heart
leaving stories behind
never to return
needing some closure

those memories

why do some memories make you stop,
make your mind go blank,
make everything go away,
make your heart want to pop?

why do some memories completely cripple you,
completely distract you from all,
completely take all resistance away,
completely make you melt into the floor too?

why are those memories the ones you wish you’d forget,
the ones you hope to always remember,
the ones you dream about all the time,
the ones you–despite everything–never regret?