School Dance Much?

The look means nothing
The dart away is everything
What are you hiding?
That I can't meet your eye.
We've made room for Jesus
Hell, Buddha, Thor and the whole Greek Parthenon too.
But that hasn't stopped me from noticing you
I certainly talk loud enough.
If you haven't you must truly be deaf.
But regardless, we agree
And the deities have had their say
Things are just kinda better this way.

Warfare

Walk on Blind Soldier,
Shoulder your crutch and carry on.
The days grow weary
Chasing your steps as another night grows long.
On, on, exhaustion.
These eyes are tired
Having seen too much.
These arms are shaking
Having held for more than their share.
On to your mother
On to your father
Walk on blind soldier
The fight is won.
Walk on blind soldier
Go home.

Practice Makes Perfect

Here it is
The bad one
Just to open up my brain
Throw out a few words
Like candy?
Not quite.
I'm just looking for inspiration.
I'm seeing beauty
But not the sound.
These columns are only steel
And your gaze is merely blank
I can't get inside
To see into the heart.
Heart. Even the spelling annoys me.
God, I'd sell my soul for a better word
One to communicate the soul.
Yuck, so melodramatic.
I am, you are, we are
A wasted space
I hope they never see this.

Creativity

Silence and stillness, stillness in silence
*CRRACK!* I heard, and the solid surface gave

I am how the ice cracks
When you excitedly stretch your foot away
From solid ground and give it to the ice

I am the force that separates the ice into smaller pieces

Each spindling thread is mine
To have and to hold
To shake and to pour
From a central beat

They dance away from each other
Tinking and pinging in song

I am the water that is essential for the ice to exist

I am how the ice cracks inside a person's mind
I am how the ice cracks, and other things of the kind
Bit I am how the ice cracks, because you will find
That would not happen is God were design-blind

Complete and terrible
I encompass all things

*each stanza was a chosen excerpt from a student free-write then compiled into a poem to answer the question "What is creativity?"

Let Us Now Praise Famous Men

Let us see now
The light, the glow from above
The city is raining down on us
And I
I cannot see.
I hear the children
And bare feet don't feel
The sting of the salt
Water.
Water.
Nowhere.
The city still rains
And we go on
Untroubled by the dragons.

Sawdust

Here it comes again
The place where the words spill
Like sawdust flies
From the back of a freeway truck
Where the load is always covered
With a blue tarp
But for some reason
The back
Is never tied down.
And they keep coming
Coming
Till I don't know where they'll go
Covered
Drowning
My pencil can't draw fast enough
This chicken scratch and scribble
To communicate my thoughts
And share the uprising in me
My heart my soul and hand
Too much I say!
Now crescendo to more
Know the tune while we write down the score!

Improv

Oh
Oh
Oh
Oh, So lonesome and blue
Baby. go. go. go
It's all because of you
Baby go, leave me blue
So I don't have to chose
Here's madness again
Kayoo Kayoo
Oh it's taking me far
I can't see the ground
And I
Sputter, Sputter
Shatter
S t i l l m e
Somewhere
Oh fragments
I. Divide.
Don't bring me back
I can't decide