http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j7mqptpXSLc

Indicator.

Press play

Stop listening

Start the song over

Fade away from the attention I've been giving it

Something’s wrong

I know because the music isn’t comforting me as it most often does

Busy.

Imagine
A world where everyone's busy all the time
Nobody stops to smell the roses
Nobody stops to do anything
It's all work
All the time
Then
In an instant
Everyone in the world looks up
Everyone notices the sky
We all see a beautiful blue canvas with soft gray clouds painted across
For once, we stop to smell the roses
And the tulips
And every other sweet scent
It's all there at once
Then
In the blink of an eye
Back to work

Found.

I went through page after page
Just looking for that one poem you read to me
So long ago, yet the memory is so near
I look for hours
I look for the chance to go back into that moment
You're flipping through the book of at least a thousand pages
You find your favorite
Soon to be mine
You read it aloud
You speak so eloquently
The words dancing off the page
Expressive and remarkable
I bathe in the light of a simple poem of only a few stanzas
Everything about it is beautiful
The best I've ever heard, by far
And now I can only remember bits and pieces
And an idea of a title
I found it
I'm there again
I found it

Music.

When I listen to the music

Nothing can hurt me

When I listen to the music

I’m as happy as I’ll be

When I listen to the music

I’m in a safe place

When I listen to the music

My worries are erased



When I listen to the beat

I simply drift away

When I listen to the beat

There's nothing I can say

When I listen to the beat

It's the only time I feel

When I listen to the beat

Nothing is real



When I listen to the words

I try to sing along

When I listen to the words

I feel like I belong

When I listen to the music

There's nothing I can't do

When I listen to the music

The feeling is so true



I wrote this several years ago. Nothing was capitalized, so I fixed that. It was back when I didn't capitalize anything. It looked like e. e. cummings wrote it.

The Truth about Thunder.

Have you ever heard thunder during a storm? I was always taught that when lightning strikes, it makes a really loud noise and we hear it as thunder. They tell you that in every school in America. But I know better.
Most people don't know this, but there's a dragon living in a cave on the other side of the river where I live. He's a very friendly dragon, but he really hates lightning. So, whenever there's a storm and he sees the lightning, he starts roaring. Every flash of lightning he sees makes him roar. Usually, he'll stay in his cave during a storm and just grumble on about the lightning. But sometimes he takes off into the sky, high above the clouds, letting his voice boom throughout the town. During the winter, he hibernates. There's no lightning in the winter so he can sleep peacefully.

Forgotten.

There is a place
You've never been there
Nobody has
They can't remember where it is
It's the place where your forgotten memories reside
When you walk into a room and can't remember why you're there
The place gets a new addition to its collection
The older you get
The more you contribute to this place
It has a name
But nobody can remember it
We'll just call it the Place
You've probably experienced the Place
It's dark
Lonely
Scary
You'd know if you were there
That poem you memorized in high school but now have forgotten is there
The lead singer of your old favorite band
Your lover's birthday might even be there
Everything anyone has ever forgotten is there
Remember that guy you gave change to last month?
Of course you don't
He's there
If you ever find yourself there
Abandon all hope
You've forgotten yourself
But do me a favor
There's someone I want you to say hi to for me
Her name starts with an S