Mud Pies

The dust has only just begun to fall.

Shake it up. Don't let it settle.
One small hiccup and gold turns to metal
A glitch of a fuck up and steam streams from the kettle
Do you need a cookie? Or maybe a medal?
"Don't look for proof that everything's okay"
"Don't be a goof, you'll be sorry one day"
"Don't act aloof, the earth is real- not just clay"
So ground yourself. In the earth you should play
You once made mud pies from it
You swam in its valleys
You sculpt castles from mere sand and water
Anything you say can affect someone's daughter
Stand up firmly in the clay and realize
that your eyes see what they want to
Don't try to finalize one decision
just when everyone thinks you're about to
Don't let anyone make an incision
just when the past was behind you
Don't let evaporate your vision
Just cause a friend is blinded blue
There's such thing as fusion and fission
But that don't mean you should wait your cue

The best cues are often those unscripted.

Passion Poem

Everything is going to the beat, and everything is going
So bring me to my willing feet, and everything is glowing
My senses sting confined to a seat, my limbs yearn for showing
and telling -not yelling.
I'll sing you something sweet, a song that is all-knowing
Lyrics cling to what is fleet, yet the words keep flowing
And will ring through the ears they meet, who knows where these words are going.
But words will wing one off his feet, as lyrics seem to be sewing
invisible wounds (made by mere buffoons)
Like a king accomplishing a feat, the beat is powerful and knowing
Everything is going to the beat, and everything is going.

(Inspired by Passion Pit)

Kitchen Table Ramblings (pt. 1)

Well well well.
College can be heaven/hell.
It's all about your attitude, keep a rad mood
focus on those books but look outside those binds
cause real learning comes from the funky wiring of your mind
Well well well.
My college was social and academic heaven- IS heaven-
but I have to say "was" because I decided to take the semester off.
Jersey girls always know when to come home and where they're needed.
Don't freak, don't spaz, just understand that this 18 year old (almost 19) knows knows knows all too well well well exactly how to turn a situation right here? into the opposite of hell. How am I doing? Well.
Well well well.