nothing special

the ordinary is all i know
the regular is my reality

my skin is what i feel
my surface, my shallow regret

memory gives me wisdom
memory weighs on my chest

today is perfect now
today is all i have

regret only lost time
regret only the forgotten

held within a moment
held upon a choice

master of the ordinary
master of regular

I wait...

Eyes open to feel
Mouth shut to hear

Feet stand to move
Hands open to give

Ear listen for God
Heart beating for love

Mind quiet for peace
Soul afire for heaven

Bad Dream

leather jacket black
stab friend back

sweat alley run
shadow hide gun

ladder climb safety
cops sirens chase-me

sewers sink soggy
rats bite foggy

sanity fade mind
night crawl bind

forgotten maggot figure
lost disgust obscure

death depression decay
justice done in-a-way

Morning

You awaken to the morning sun
as it dances upon the walls of your room
and illuminates the air around you...

Held in this space, on the threshold
between two worlds, the thought of
further sleep tempts your eyes to fall

Your mindlingers on this thought
as a wisp of cool air brushes your face
from the cracked window above your head

The air awakens new sensations within your mind
and you draw a deeper breath
to taste that sweet cool spirit within your lungs

The breath reaches to the core
and you feel your pulse quicken
as the fresh air infiltrates your blood

You throw off your covers
and your skin is tickled by the cool air
and warmed by the morning light

You reach your feet in time to feel
your head rush, like a river's hush
as your legs remember how to walk
and your lips remember how to thirst

The radiant dawn blankets your naked skin
and you stand there for a moment
letting your mind float just beyond your skin

Wandering to the shower
the thought of breakfast grasps your stomach
and hunger itches at your taste buds

As you step into the shower
the warm water opens your lungs
and you drift through the clouds of your thoughts

Precious are the moments when life seems to hang
upon a golden stream of sun, come to rest
within the confines of one's own home

Holy are the minutes found within
the fleating morning's glow
when body and mind can dance
amidst the ethereal mists

And sacred is the time that
your mind is allowed to wander
in blissfull meditation and dream
within this lucid realm of your mind

shower, off
towel, dry
clothes, dress
breakfast, eat
coffee, drink
keys, pocket
jacket, door.