stick to your guns

afghanistan

I heard on the radio
a few months back
that you had died.

Your convoy
had simply been
in the right place
at the wrong time.

My only thought
was how close I was
to being there with you.
And how sad I felt
that I wasn't.

I feel bad
that I don't talk about you
about who you were,
more often,
or at all.

Like that one time
you ate a whole box of kraft dinner
in under two minutes
just to make me laugh.

You were my fire-team partner
and never failed to look out for me.
I was just a young kid
wanting to wear the uniform
looking up to guys like you.

I'm sorry I left, bro
I never really wanted to
But you always said
you would have done
the same thing.

camera play

crayons maybe

I cannot imagine
how many people
must see your pretty face.

Just around,
at school,
or waiting for a bus
near the circle.

People who will then go home
and paint, write,
and try other various arts and crafts
in an effort to enjoy
that same feeling

just one more time.

relativity

If time is something
which can be measured
mathematically, and to an exact point

then why does being near you
feel like a fired match
delicate and bright
that never lasts as long as I'd wish

and without you
a bonfire
that threatens to burn
and last forever?

That doesn't seem
very mathematically possible to me.

Rocky Took A Lover

He said
'The sun gives life,
and it takes it away.
But like all the greats,
it'll burn out someday'

She said
'I don't mind,
I don't want to get bored
I don't want to end up
beached on this shore
I want to be that star...
I wanna be that star'

And then I'll shine for you.
I'll burn for you.
Then I can shine for you.
That's what I'll do.

check it after the jump

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XjtCsrEz0XY

Dill no.2

Okay, so one last post on Jason Dill, just this little pic of him trashin' in L.A. (I think its L.A.), because I feel I need to ride this man-crush out or I'll suffer some weird emotional issues later in life. After this I'll go back to being all serious and stuff, writing semi-angsty poetry about pretty girls I see in the university's hallways and junk. (Note that sick rattail.)

fuck yeah jason dill

So Jason Dill is my friggin hero, if you know me and also skate, you'll know this. I, seriously, would kill a small child to be his fuckin' friend, like I would do it, the whumping sound of hickory on soft bone wouldn't bother me at all. Just kidding, infanticide isn't funny.

I once went to NYC with my significant other, and despite getting a balconey room on 23rd street in "you know where" and not being stabbed by homeless people I would almost clasify it as a shit trip because we didn't bring our boards. It had somfing to do with a bizarre fear of getting them on the plane in a post-muslims-fuck-everything-up world, just kidding, muslims fucked shit up before nine-eleven, and the trip was wicked even without skating. But I mean, have you seen those sidewalks? That city is like skate/longboard heaven compared to here.

Anyway, Dill is a pro-skater, and all he does is "drink tea, smoke cigarettes and listen to Band of Horses". When he was ninteen he stole something like 36 boards from his sponsor to pay for his rent and buy weed and blue kool-aid. I just think he's the nicest guy, with a super gnarley fashion sense and is just crazy enough to be legit. But yeah, my political-correctness filter is off tonight, clearly I no longer delete drunk postings....... So check this out, and watch the whooole thing if you, like, wanna be friends er whatever.

bloody knees, juste pour vous.

You are calm and bright.
Pale white skin
stretched over your bones,
some distant result
of perfect artistry,
enduring by virtue
of perfect design.
Unattainable
like the second hand smoke
that swells and spins around your lips
so I skate, drink and destroy
dangle me feet over bridges
and climb fire escapes
to write love notes
in spray paint
blacks and blues, and yellows too
hoping that maybe you will see them
and could only assume
it was done for you.

Jay Dee

J.D. Salinger has passed away, which is terribly sad. He was buddies with Hemingway, and served in the war, in Normandy and during the Battle for Bastogne, which I've heard was a terrifying winter struggle. I also heard that Zooey Deschanel was named after the male leading man from his little book "Franny and Zooey" so we gotta thank him for that too. Sad, sad news.

fragile

Courage is not the towering oak
that sees storms come and go;
it is the fragile blossom that opens in the snow.

" "

i am extremely unsure
about many things
at the moment

tin can astronauts

You send your flare to the horizon
& I just stare
and blink in your light.

NYC

comfort

My life is comfortable

and safe and lovely.

So, dear,
hold me tight

like the days we bled with love

remember me as who I was
when sparks were fireworks.

Because there are things you do
which scare me,
and warn me.
I fear I shouldn't continue to love you
because it will simply kill me one day
but I can,
I will,
I do.

missle defenses

One day I will work my way up
to the head of NASA,
or maybe even the CIA,
and shift their entire focus
from space exploration
and missle defenses,
to you.

Teams of people
typing on computers,
and scribbling on blackboards,
all working hurriedly
to figure out what makes you happy
and to ensure that you will always be as such.

I feel the tax payers would approve.

away we go

we stay up too late

sea monsters

I wish it was like it used to be,
when a young man could be granted
the kings commision
and sail a ship
to nowhere,
just to see what might happen.

Set off for the farthest part of the map
and simply sail off the edge.

And maybe one day,
after a few harrowing adventures
and several close calls
with rough seas and pirates
and possibly a sea monster or two,
he would make it home,
to those who waited patiently.