Child

smiling tides
pass over sleeping forms
like ripe bellies
swelling with
unrecognized joy

you are gods
cause you are strong
life becons the soul inside
no going back
one way track

everyone needs you
or just he will
no running this time
escape inside
love unconditional
this child

Forgiveness

we were once
so special
never getting enough
of warm inviting arms

it's hard sometimes
for a heart to forgive
even harder
when its yourself

i watch you sleep
and can't help
but feel that we're in fall
constantly

Changing shades
unpredictable
unless you count
all those yesterdays

what happened
to piano in the rain
hazy days
silently content

with my head
on your chest
i flew miles away
while you spoke

i know you're here
everyday i see you
more transparent
still i miss you

come back :(

Painting

Hey webheads,

Spent the day elbow deep in clay and paint. Hopefully I'll have some digital pictures up soon so you can see the finished work. I'm back to it, love ya. And if you haven't checked it out yet you can read about my first book here: NinjaPress.com

Say Goodbye to Last Night

say goodbye to last night
a feeling left inside
a sacred experience
glows to bright to hide

try to keep you distant
far from lips
pressed hard
god my mind is slipping
will you ever know i'm here

i know this dream is ending
i know you'll soon be gone
but this night is far from over
i know i felt you care

what happened to tomorrow
i pushed it all away
sacrificed my sunlight
to share shadows
in this bed.

Sidewalk Truth

I come
from the land
of dirt
where life is real
and art
is a lifeline
reveiling sunlight
through a paper cup

6 metal strings
make fingers dirty
as they slide
through tones of truth
don't stop me
I'll die happy
just come close enough
so i can smell you
sweet and salty

i miss the light
but who can see
wrong and right
in the dark
of the sidewalk

Tragedy Is You

tragedy has struck again
you're so unlucky
when will you decide
that you have had enough

i know your sorry
but with no regrets
then who's to say
you ever had
the right to choose
to fall

now you're naked
and you're walking
'round your neighborhood
at three a.m.
fucking tired
just exhausted
and i wonder
if you
ever cared at all

this is the end
of your halo

i've looked inside
and what i find's
disgusting
a reflection
of all those things
i just don't like
in me

thank you for my inspiration
i just wish it didn't
hurt so bad for you
for you.

--I wrote this piece as a song really, when i got my first Gibson(love of my life). I love to sing, this piece is kinda punk/emo. I know those are polar opposites :)One of my favorites really. If anyone ever wants to make music just drop me an email skyegreen@gmail.com . Love you!--

Dreamlike

been gone for days
on a search for self
but nothings changed

when am i enough
to satisfy me
how far can i go
to how great a degree
can i bend over backwards
to recognize
what's in front of me

to close to grab
and to personal to love
it spells out my disaster
hold fast
fall faster

my sweet
velvet glove
casts hearts that
once listened
into a state where
they're too pissed to reason

turning smile into friend
and friend into lover
attatched to a form
i forget
I am
only one dream
- one lost
in another.

Hungry

if only there was more time
for tomorrow today
and every secret left behind
could find it's proper place

then we could stop running
perhaps even provide
if we just didn't care again
our family could survive

it sucks that we're so selfish
always chasing happiness
but why am i so empty
and you, constantly depressed

Just fit into their system
commit to all their lies
reality of walking dead
society of flies.

Takes money to eat.

Figured it out

I added a wishlist :) Just the necessities.

Stuck

Sorry guys. I got stuck here for a while. Facinated and inspired in a dark way. :)If you haven't yet- take a look at PostSecret. Then drop me a line.

What happened?

what happened
to the streetside poet
the teller of truths
the painter of worldly masks
what happened
to the one behind
the one beside
and ahead
once everywhere
but rare
i say
we need to hear it
come forward
to your revolution
words to capture
a forgotten
generation
a nation
of artists
living by the word
and dying by the word
starving for expression
pressed for lines
we sit as angels
on high
writing on mortal
time.

Out of Place

brown grass hills
in churchyard contemplation
animals caw
future revelation
the sun
hours from setting
rests quietly
above trees
with few
colored leaves
souls behind me
trapped or voluntary
birds fly
but never know
how many
follow behind
always heading toward
a kingdom of light

Ebay

I have decided to break down and learn to sell some of my art on ebay. Anybody have any pointers. I'll spend most of today studying, but I wrote some great southern gothic pieces when I was out of town yesterday. I'll post those later tonight. I love you ;)

i am

i am creation
time
the blissful feeling
that comes
from understanding
change will come
and i wait forgiveness
that rests
behind my own
reluctant eyes
a deep pool
surrounding soul
composed of
incalculable volumes
head so full
i'm helpless
constantly
surrendering
to creation

travel

So I've been offered a place to stay in Varanasi,India. I'd love to study the history, spirituality, art and culture. Anyone got any ideas on how to get there. I know a ton of artists travel. But how? :)

jazzin

i take you in my hands
hard yet fragile
dry now
but inside i find
you moist and
sticky
beautiful in your shape
set softly on the table
taken back to
the dawn of time
ancient ritual
drives mind to rhyme
maybe its me
jazzin
filled with your
rhythm
placed to my lips
i breathe you in
and out pours the sadness
slipping
arched
tight
nice
exhale lusty
shades of you

Is

there are no
should have
could have beens

there are no
never was is

there are no
situations of circumstances
other than what is

no other outcomes
no more loves
no more unresolveds
they don't exist

there is nothing
to miss
because nothing
exists

Nothing
that is
but this.

-just learn to like it. :)

Poetry

Poetry
is a collective motion
Capturing masses
with unintended devotion
Poetry is living expression
Finding reality in discretion
Poetry teaches
Ears that will listen
Those with ambition
Those with a dream
Poetry
Fights the unending battle
Sits on the apex of anger and love
The tightrope
Between
Poetry is offensive
Yet still seduces
Sex you can sell
Words color more
Then souls can tell

Purpose

think it's easy
this thing i do
jump into uncertainty
if things didn't cost
so much of my soul
that i should feel guilty
for being so bold
Takes to much
to believe in anything
confined to wondering
composition of being
critisizm
throwing fits
cuz i want to improve
life
for a single family
those who work
monotoniously
for others
shall never be free
yet i find
insecurity
part of me
in a place
where i must stay
constantly changing
to grow

I don't feel like this is the end, so you may see more on this one. :)

A short movie 4 you

Out of the realm of poetry, and a step through the arched gateway of ninja's in fine indie films. I found this great short called "A ninja pays half my rent" I loved it, and had to share. I'll be adding this and other favorites on my new Ninja Press site.(That I'm so proud of :)You don't have to download anything just follow the links and enjoy. Please tell me what you think of the flick.