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Saturday, July 30, 2011

Hidden in Plain Sight

by t.a. faust

so here we both sit
just waiting for who-knows-what
while this life happens

what are we doing?
does anybody know now?
someone clue me in

permanent gridlock
we're stuck in a damn cat's game
nobody can move

time passes us by
like freight trucks on a highway
horns blowing wildly

life is happening
right now! it is! look around!
it isn't waiting

somebody push me
this swing is hanging limply
i need momentum

these moments of thought
clarity found through instants
i'm running on fumes

you, me, and all this
we're standing on the side-lines
waiting to sub in

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Electro-Matic

These pages flow quickly
Instantaneous release
Quickly creating

Just Hovering Above

by t.a. faust

Vibrating air-flows
Holding my corpus aloft
Brushing the surface

I brush my fingers
Through the water below me
It's cool, refreshing

Breathing the air deep
The ancient sea enthralls me
Filled with images

Looming monoliths
Glowing green luminescence
Clouds of pulsing life

Moon on the water
Rolling swells chasing the night
Away towards West

Purple, orange, red
Brilliant rays bursting out
Illuminating

A sudden shifting
Turning me around to see
The world as it is

Forgotten dreams lost
Welling up into my sight
Memories long gone

Summer's always there
Hidden in sight forever
Hovering above



Thursday, July 21, 2011

tick... tock...

Creeping slowly by,
the weeks are month-long efforts.
I'm aging faster.

Minutes like seasons,
Moments wax continuous.
This Eternity.

My eyelids drooping
as the afternoon wears on
dreaming of freedom
Sweltering garbage/Infiltrates my poor nostrils//This awful heat wave

Monday, July 18, 2011

Anger, Rage flowing/Spewing into the hot air//Smothering my joy

Friday, July 15, 2011

I crave your newness/Desire is so curious;//I'm driven to know

Thursday, July 14, 2011

busy day
t.a. faust

hassle a hassler
give trouble-makers trouble
exhausting myself

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Epiphany

what is an artist?
by t.a. faust

being an artist
means many confusing things
hard to understand

what to represent?
what do you challenge to change?
an important choice

trying to explain
give others the chance to hear
doesn't always work

they can't hear your mind
they can't clarify your thoughts
you can't always, right?

some people believe
believe in a better world
a place of freedom

if they could define
explain what that freedom means
they probably would
happiness isn't
it isn't a place of "Free"
it is "Sacrifice"

you must give it all
yourself, your life, your Freedom
to know happiness

happiness is Love
it sure isn't Solitude
life is Sharing

share yourself with all
give others that inner you
that loss is living

Artists must have loss
the point of art is living
and making changes

growth, evolution
these are the truths we all face
this is our Constant

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

shoestrings
t.a. faust

greasy untied string
holds leather and rubber loose
against my sore feet

eternally handy
usable for everything
can even save lives

scratchy plastic hooks
tearing apart my poor soul;
Velcro's the Devil

Wednesday, July 6, 2011

idea-monger
by t.a. faust

building ideas
from the ground up to the sky
creative design

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Challenging my heart/I fear my own expansion//Hide my head below

Monday, July 4, 2011

words, words, words

by t.a. faust

i can't find the words
to explain my stupid thoughts
not that it would help

elaboration?
i wish that were an option
even i don't know

how can i tell you?
how can i bring myself to?
you are more than i

greater than, less than
where do i fit in this mess?
not where i'd like to

wrong people, right parts
i'm giving myself away
some deserve, some don't

who can clarify,
give me answers, not questions?
my necessity.

utterly helpless
this corporal form is limp
my shapeless 'body'

i see a blank screen
filling my blind inner eye
visions of nothing

now i'm just hiding
behind imagination
a dry, shallow grave

it's time for some change
grow a pair, spread my damn wings!
make a difference

Sunday, July 3, 2011

given
by t.a. faust
deep morning rumble
trees dripping with early rain
poetry in life