Basement Tourneys

Remember how it
Was playing Smash Bros
As kids
In the basement
Eating pizza and drinking
Root beer

Good to see
Not all things change

Flow

What can I say
About the ideas that
Flow
Musing often make
An artist
Grow

Panic

Panic
As you rush
Already knowing what
To expect but
Trying not to expect the worst

There were no bells
No whistles
No way to have known
Expect to be present

No indication to say
Words that could’ve given
Peace

Just panic

Vacation

We sit
Under a moonbow
Watching the trees sway
In the wind
The sand fills my shoes

Perfect

Run the world

Even in his youth
He ran to the village
Where he invested
Yelling things not understood
Often venting about how little he knew
So he ran again endlessly to find
The world
Until it was his

Summertime

We recall the days
When we were happy
How we used to play
In the sun
Chasing fireflies
At night
Beating the streetlights
Home
How happy those day were

Losing

Take the time to
Tear down the
Self confidence

Wondering why
No one connects

Losing

The Day We Were Silent

Nothing compares to
Silence
Not speaking at the wrong time
Sitting and to hear nothing
Can breathe life
Back into the room

Silence
Lay here
Finally enjoying the moment
Created
Understanding happiness
Can come in all
Forms

Wasbi

Wanting to wait
Whining before wasting
Wasbi as we
Want to wait
Wasted time wildly
Willingly talking while
Walk away who
Wins now we
Wonder licking wounds
Wanted to wait
Weighted down we’re
Well now wishing
We actually wanted
Wasbi

Passions

Smile
They suddenly tell me
To choke down the scenery
That they brought me to seemingly
They want me…I am supposed to let all of
The stories go erased by distance so
They steal me away from
The uncertainties surrounding
This shadow following me ready
To snatch my soul
Taking soundly lack of sanity
To feel spontaneously free