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it’s kinda sad
the looks on their faces
so stressed & worried
by these unfamiliar places

they can’t relate
and so they sit’n debate
my happiness & sanity
obsessed with who they think i should be

i can’t be mad
i can only be true
can’t relieve their minds
by the things i say or do

they’ve never been here
their home is their fear
and i guess that shelter suits’m fine
but my peace comes from a different kind

maybe i’m bad
but we’re all gonna die
and if it’s not the things you love that kill you
it’s been the things you wouldn’t try

i’m not concerned with changing minds
they were never my minds to break
i’m far to busy being true to me
to be bothered by what is fake

the fields are green
and everything i need
and when the trains zoom by
i smile at their speed
i fly somewhere high
to drop a little seed
the kind of life i’m livin’
is the one i choose to lead
it’s not in the books they’re used to
but it’s a hell of’a one to read

the fields are green
and everything i need
and when the trains zoom by
i smile at their speed
i fly somewhere high
to drop a little seed
the kind of life i’m livin’
is the one i choose to lead
it’s not in the books they’re used to
but it’s a hell of’a one to read

“i’m doin’ fine watching shadows on the wall…”

by JTW
©2012 JTW “jtwhitaker.com” All rights reserved.

might be poetry, might be prose, might be narrative. in any case, it’s my submission for #oneshotwednesday @onestoppoetry this week…so there you have it.

i go off the grid, hang out my “gone fishing” signs. get in my car, plug in my ipod – i don’t know which one it will be, but i know it will be one of these. (starting to recognize that, plus i have a goal.)

i roll the windows down, open the sunroof. still pink from the weekend but i don’t care, i want to get burnt; red is my favorite color.

stop to get gas. funny, wouldn’t have really needed it; only went a mile. but i did need the water. and i topped off that one tire with the slow leak too.

they say if you’re not sure where to begin then the best thing to do is start at the beginning.

but there are so many versions of ourselves
the ones we see
the ones we let them see
the ones we hope to discover
the ones they hope to uncover
and in all the best versions of them
do you hope to find the real you?
-

we climbed a mountain. and there was more than one peak, so we bounced from vista to vista. did we admire them long enough?

maybe i said that wrong. or maybe you just didn’t read the preceding lines slowly enough. in any case, there are some passes that are just too thin. and they close behind me anyway.

i climb up the staircase. at the top most of it is shaded but i find the spot with direct sunlight. i stare out to look in between, much like i’ve done many times before.

then i close my eyes and it takes only a few minutes for the calm to wash over. this place hasn’t dried up yet. (though it will.)

i listen and write. towards the end i hear the train coming in the distance. i stand up and start running towards the tracks. i leap over the concrete wall and the fence. i dodge the trees and rush out into the clearing. i wait for the right moment.

then i jump.

the pallet i land on is soft, perfect. and this train will take me to a new mountain. with new vistas.

“well i guess i’m sorry but…”

by JTW
©2011 JTW “jtwhitaker.com” All rights reserved.

where would you like to see this lead
what’s in your head
do you know what you need?
do you live your life like a train off tracks
did your cars jackknife
as you tried to look back

asphalt paths wind through trees
old leaves fall
children scrape up knees
and eventually everything
succumbs to disease

bridges cross creeks
she hides and he seeks
disintegrating mortar
that springs up some leaks
in stone walls on houses
and it goes on for weeks

still there’s a sense
that maybe there’s hope
so he buys her some flowers
and she bathes with french soap

little do they realize
as the winter approaches
it’ll never be white fences
there are no horse-drawn coaches
a heavy boot hangs overhead
to squash them like roaches

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by JTW
©2010 JTW “jtwhitaker.com” All rights reserved.

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