Gibberish

Expressions and words
Tongue tied and swallowed
Ink dripping from the fountain pen
Hands curl like twisted branches
Vines cover your face
As you disappear into the darkness
I won’t miss you
Goodbye

© Dallas J. Moore

Unwanted Canvas (Basement Temptation)

Layered in layers on a cold night
The colors of fall have bled and are fallen at my feet
The breeze catches the smoke from my cigar
The brick creates a back light for the smoke
Cars line the streets in an endless fashion

I can’t help but stair at the abandoned painting
From the sidewalk, I can see in the basement
A snow-covered farm and a buried red barn
I believe this building has a hold on me

I have changed
I have become something new
I can’t help but dive into what I’m becoming
This new self is consumed by thought
Thoughts that continue to mount and change and evolve

A direct line from my brain to my fingers
Typing as fast as I can think proves to be a challenge
My tongue can only move so fast as my eyes dart across the street
This beat in my head
I wish I could sing it out loud
It’s an attitude
It’s a state of mind
It’s a strut and a walk to present yourself to the world

Here I am
Take me now
Enjoy this moment of truth and honesty

I can see the lights on across the street
Is he painting or making music?
This community of creatives

Change has happened again
Go out while on top?
Maybe
Competition in regard to you is silly
I can’t compete on your experience
I can’t compete with your existence
I don’t want to lose because you can’t balance my creativity

This new me is fresh
I feel the air
I taste the snow
I understand the sun
I can see tomorrow

© Dallas J. Moore 2013

A Conscious Thought, Flowing

Limitless boundaries of opportunities
My mind is a wandering maze of thought
Trying to find my place with my writing
I get little fragments of insight and inspiration
Conscious streams of consciousness
A new perspective to writing
Ideas of flowing thought, written on paper

I had never thought about the possibility
Who would ever want to read?
Maybe the point is to write, not to think
To feel and share and express and become vulnerable
Not to fear the judgement that may or may not come

Looking out the window, I can feel my thoughts take over
My mind wanders out of control and I zone into the vast, empty space
The blue sky clouded by broken tree branches, extended from the ground
Typing and writing, my mind races faster that my fingers can type
Seeking inspiration from anything, everywhere, all day long
I soak it up into my pours, so I can squeeze it out

Spending 22 hours a week, staring at a computer
Kills and creates an impending doom or inspiration Everything I feel and think follows me here to die
Unwilling to rediscover myself, I need to escape this prison
This time it’s not inside myself, there are physical walls
Real rooms with doors and windows and chains
Bathroom stalls with rough toilet paper and cheap soap
Doors with locks and keys in my pocket
I want to release myself, if I could just be bold and brave and dare
Freedom in arms reach, within myself I need to find a mirror
Encourage the face to find the courage to take
Dream of tomorrow, believe it today, rise up inside
Broken dead dreams aside

Looking through the tangled mess around me, I cut through it all
Tearing and cutting and making my way
Around this world, as it spins, I lose my place
Reaching and climbing for ground, I start to fade
Slower and faster the world spins out of control
Everything is an illusion and time will tell
I feel oppressed and undervalued
Overworked and underestimated
Beaten by a system that never wanted me
Created by my own blood and waste
Determined to walk though it alone
I chase and dare and dream and dine
This world has become something unseen
Everything is mine
I dare it all to spite me

© Dallas J. Moore 2015

Plastic People

From my desk
Plastic people watch me work
They are dressed in costumes
There is a Dutch pretzel maker
A lion tamer
A deep sea diver and
A cowgirl

I wonder what they think of me?
Watching me work
My eyes darting around my computer screen
Staring at people outside
Going to the kitchen for a snack
Reading in my chair
Fumbling to find my lost pen

From my desk
These plastic people watch over me

Sometimes I wish they could speak
I believe they would tell great stories
They inspire me
With their yellow heads and painted faces
Their legs locked to plastic blocks

I wonder if they see me?
Trying to understand life
Aching when I’m in pain
Laughing with moments of joy
Angered when my day is lost
Excited to center my thoughts
Focused on whatever book I’m reading

All my friends
Lined up to see me
They stand atop my computer screen
Looking out into the vast empty…..

© Dallas J. Moore 2013

 

Hidden

I’m good at wearing a mask
I can hide myself from everyone
No need to justify anything
Because I can be whatever you want
I can be anyone
I can be anything
Hidden in the shadows I cower, I cry, I pretend
I’m good at showing you what you want to see
I’m good at being what you want me to be
The truth is, you have no idea who I truly am
You have never seen the true me
Inside I’m broken
Inside I’m alone
Inside I cry for salvation
I’m just like you, but I will never tell you that
I choose to hide myself
It’s easier to be anyone else, than it is to be me

© Dallas J. Moore 2013

 

I Must Walk On

In the snow, I find peace
The white abyss is my salvation
Pieces of above falling to wash over us
Looking at my snowshoe – honeycomb pattern

I know I have to walk on
I have to walk through this

Trudging on
Enduring

My memories are found here
Under my feet, I can compress it
In the air, I can release it
Walking in silence is my peace

The fresh white around us
The fresh white above us
All falling down to become us

© Dallas J. Moore 2015

 

From a Picture

Happiness drips from my fingertips
Like ink from an endless well
Writing my life’s story in my mind
A constant internal dialogue flows

A picture of you reminds me
Life is about experience and smiles and laughter
You are a virus, a contagion of what’s missing from my life
Inside I feel your humble nature and generosity

It has all become a burden of want and need
Simultaneously collecting and pooling around me, flooding my emotions
Even though I’m drowning, I ask for more
Your being here is killing my ego and setting me free

I can become; and go beyond
Growing like ivy on brick, climbing towards the center of the sun
Ripping through my tired and warn flesh, ready to be once again, reborn
I am silhouetted against a warming light of fresh beginning

© Dallas J. Moore 2015