Her Daydreams in Poetry is the Window to the Soul...

And sometimes the inspiration comes from the fury of a moment, the indelible imprint of atonement, and somehow seeking the median..

“Her Daydreams”

She writes my name on all her jeans
Builds her hope in her daydreams
Proclaims the world is more than it seems
Always fires back when I disagree

Says people are more than just their races
With names and fabrics from foreign places
Tells me that I don’t have enough patience
While she smears her lipstick on my face,
Yeah

Darts away and says I was too late
I always come in last while she’s first place
She’s too abstract to stop while she conversates
And there’s this magic about her I can’t replace

She writes my name on all her jeans
Builds her hope in her daydreams
Proclaims the world is more than it seems
Always fires back when I disagree

Says people are more than just their past
Hates government as her vote is cast
Always gives a beggar all the change she has
Takes a moment whenever our flag’s half-staff,
Yeah

Darts toward me when I get home late
Throws herself into my arms with her full weight
Whispers in my ear that she and I are fate
How she can’t imagine her world any other way

She writes my name on all her jeans
Builds her hope in her daydreams
Proclaims the world is more than it seems
Always fires back when I disagree

The world is angry says all the magazines
Famine, torture, and murder are as infectious
As they are each a global disease
Sits quietly then asks what’s all of it mean?
Her passion and her caring somehow
Makes me think that maybe
Just maybe
The world can change its trajectory
And maybe
Just maybe
Through her eyes
That I, too, believe

© Brian Milici
October 22, 2015

Nonsensical Life

Things are much better in my world, except Meredith is driving me crazy. I’ll possibly write about it and ask for advice. I feel for Ian. He loves his girlfriend, but she’s just not good for him. She’s a mess. I am uncertain how to proceed. Everyone else has left him cause of her.

I can’t wait to cat-sit for Steve and Sam. Looking forward to spending a week with Isis and Shiva.

Tomorrow I get to meet my friend Heather in person as she visits NOLA after knowing her for like a decade. That should be fun! :)

Does anyone care about the audio readings of these things?

Song of the Moment: “I Believe” by Cowboy Mouth

I believe that sometimes you got to take a stand
That you’re holding my heart when you’re holding my hand
Cause everything is eventually in God’s hands

I have got to take the best of me and keep that heart alive
Why’d i ever want to shut that down and kill my soul?

I believe that sometimes you’ve got to take a chance
That you can’t live your life just listening to can’t’s
Cause the thrill of the ball’s part of the thrill of the dance
I believe in the power of love

I believe that we never really are alone ‘Cause there’s so much more than anything we’ve known
New Orleans is always gonna be my home
I believe in the power of love

Hope you crazy kids are having a fantastic week! :)

Feedback, as always, is adored.

May you always find your smile.