"Halloween Spirit”

WAKING UP

Start the day

Life is colorful

Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.

Bring her home.

...

Lost in my bed 

In my sheets 

Under them within them 

Lost in my head

In my sheets 

Without her, missing her

Lost 

Lost 

I don't know when to say yes

When to say no

When to say I love you 

When to let her go 

Should I answer every question

With a smile hiding glow 

Should I fly across the globe 

To show her that I know

Or should I lay here on this pillow

With a lost frustration

Wondering why I even swallow 

This confusing conversation 

What will be learned 

Or found 

Who will be told

Of the sounds 

Tonight

Tonight

I don't like to fight see 

And neither does she 

So we tip toe around 

The first round 

Waiting for the bell  

That'll send her away

For to find her way 

Back

Back

Her back towards me

A beautiful silhouette

I will never forget 

No matter how the story ends

Or re-begins

This is the origin

Of magical 

The fantastical 

A month long sobatical 

To find true 

Love 

Love

Don't let it pass by

I'll be waiting Patiently

Eyes on the sky  

Pensively searching  

Dove

Dove 

Bring her home.

Self Portrait by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.

Studying

Yesterday found tomorrow wandering

So we all got bored, the three of us

We needed our good friend happiness

It just wasn't a full table without him

Always better with four

So we opened up the Gate

To let the night's storm in

But he couldn't speak within

His language had never been the same

So yesterday suggested books of words

And tomorrow said that had been done

I knew we would never settle on a plan

So I ran to the river sans all

Leaving behind yesterday's call

Tomorrows narrow angry stare

And the fill of nights lonely storm

I leaped over next time

And climbed through loss

I flew next to ambition

High-fived opportunity cost

I danced past shoulda coulda woulda

And played shuffle board with loud

I straightened rising suns argyle tie

Said goodbye to last nights cloud

And when I found the water

I poured tea for my friend smile

We said good day to right now

And saved a seat for after awhile

Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.

Fingerprint

*Hey, yo man. Pass me that rock.

•These my rocks, fool.

*They belong to the earth.

•That's your opinion.

*Either way.

Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.

Heinz

Hidey hidey

The condiments

Drinky drinky

The water

Burn burn the flame

And there is nothing morbid

Or lame...

So she and he drank the same

As they came to the raunt of rest

Well, the waiter they gave a test

They said "Water, sans ice."

And it didn't suffice

When it came to them

Floating and cold

But the man was old

(He was just getting older)

So they hand held their ice

Looked around twice

And tossed it over the shoulder

Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.

The Road (where my dreams sometimes take me)

I want to go
To fly
To
Progress
I want to
Go

I want to go
With her

I want to let go of everything but her hand

There is so little time
And so much
Love
So much to see
To
Experience

I want to go

Airplanes
Cars
Scooters
Bikes

I want to take trains
And buses
And
Boats

I want to let go of everything
But her hand

There's a hill somewhere
To climb
There's a river I'm sure
To swim
And there's a road we've yet
To travel

I want to go
Somewhere
Anywhere
With her

I want to let go of everything
But her
hand

I want to let go of
Everything
But her

(this entry was eventually inspired a film. Here is the link: http://vimeo.com/16930328 )

Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.

La Bamba

 

That Which Turns Eyes Red  

Causes The Stomach Growl 

Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.

The Owl in the bush...

There was her and there was him and we followed somewhere in between.  But that's all history. What now? Where will we go from here? When the seasons change and the leaves fall and the snow sparkles and the grass grows and the waves crash. Where will we go?  Who will we walk with? Who will sweep the path? Who will go first? Who will straggle? Who will climb the walls? Who will smile? Who has the answers? Who? Who? Who?

Hoo. Hoo. Hoo.

Maybe the owl has always been asking the right question?

Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.

The sky and the grass

I remember when the sky and the grass shared a smell. When the room had no walls and time didn't exist. I remember soccer practice carpools and pizza soda Friday night sleepovers. The waves on the sand as I slept. The stars above the sea.  I remember the friendships that I had before life got in the way. I remember a time when money was only used for gumball machines and concession stands. Before my parents had incomes and mortgages. Before my friends parents needed help. Before my friends had drug problems. Before car accidents took teenagers. Before alcoholism took personalities. Before my college education compartmentalized me.  Before everything gained weight.  Never to float free again... I remember a field. And the clouds. And I remember when the sky and the grass shared a smell.

Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.

The Last of Today

not our street (and that's okay)

The wind and the sky relaxed

As we found our backs on the grass

Folding it down for the winter to come

Numb to the crunch of the leaves

Acknowledging the breeze

And thanking the trees

For a lovely afternoon

With youth on our side

We tried

To make words in the road

But the cars rode

And none of them knowed

What they were doing

When they were pursuing

Their respective destinations

Shooting through words of love

Like chocolateless doves

They stayed us busy

By Constricting our productivity

Which could make nerves pop

But im glad they didn't stop

Or turn back

Cuz Hesitations

Or negotiated migrations

Would have kept us from our goal

Because the passing of them by

Causing leaves to fly

Turned out to be the soul

Of the moment

So we grabbed it

We worked with it

We believed it

We rolled

We laughed

We smiled

We rolled we laughed we smiled

We rolled laughed smiled

Rolled laughed smiled

Roll laugh smile

Roll laugh smile

Roll laugh smile

Repeat

Repeat

Repeat

And then we left

Never having read a street sign

Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.

Our Barcelona Lady...

Our Barcelona Lady...

She's a mover and a shaker
A "good time" insighter
And a Shakira song requester

She's a scientific thinker
A smiling debator
And occasional cervesa drinker

She keeps up with the trends
And always brings together friends
Cuz she's a Latin motivator

Her Favorite nights are the late ones
Favorite food: the homemade ones
And her favorite times
Are the true ones

She's an honest heart
And my favorite part:
She truly cares...

She listens when you talk
She dances while she walks
And she always brings herself

She hails from Barcelona
And she'll call you a cabrona
Cuz she's European Proud

She learns all the English slang
To keep up with the gang
Cuz she's always above Par

She's a light
She's a gem
She's our bizarre star from afar

She's Mar

Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.

Mararise

Before the dust rustled there was a silence that shook even the nerves of the great. And so no one broke away and everyone was free. There was a purity in the sea of the sky and a relevance to life. This all happened the other day so fear not tomorrow.

Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.

PLAY KID PLAY

Play kid play

This is your chance

Let it all go

Smile towards the sky

And ignore the word no

Fly thru the leaves

Swim thru the sand

Dance on a bench

Roll the rain in your hand

Play kid play

Do what you do

Be you near and far

Invent yourself a friend

Forget you where you are

Happy is your presence

The beauty that is nature

We neglect the past

As you promise us a future

Play kid play

For none of us can see

What live you every moment

Jealous are our souls

Wheth-or not we know it

We your mere protectors

Our time for you we'll give

Keeping you alive

As you teach us how to live

Play kid play

You have all life's answers

As we have little few

Everything you'll need

Lives just inside of you

So ignore you all's been said

And what later they will say

Just promise that you'll run

And roll and laugh and play

Just say please that you'll play

And play and play...

And play

Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.

Crinkle Toes

Crinkle crinkle crack crack

My feet end at my toes

Strategically there to guide my day

And shiver when it snows

Which it won't cuz

This is Fall

Top four of all

The seasons, as it goes

I think that now

I'll find somehow

A leaf to lead me home

Or many which

Will fill a ditch

For me to roll and roam

So thankyou leaves

For falling here

Upon my path today

And thankyou toes

For knowing when

It's time to let me stray

Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.

Couches on Devon

Everything is upside down in an alley

On a crack and semi-dingbatty

Perturbed. disturbed.

And lost in space

Misplaced to the promises

Of family tv dinners and Tupperware house parties.

All things are eventually thrown into the cold air through the vents of our brick walls

Givin' up to the rats as homes

Nothing is special

For example:

Plastic was a great innovation in the productivity of "things"

But it's still just an object

Let's just leave the objects where they belong; upside down in an alley. in the cold. For the rats.

Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.

They Walked

And so they walked from dark to light

Lovers, dancers, dreamers

Figures in the night

While no one thought or counted time

They listened to their steps

They moved and spoke

In sensory dialogue

Unmasked

Unfiltered

Understanding

They walked

Into the night,

They walked

Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.

My new room

 

Dark on a week day

Night

Time to speak little

Light

And everything is feathery

As nothing lacks luxury

As far as is concerning

Yearning for the pillow

And it's there

So many thankyous

So many who knews

And not enough preludes

To tonights sleep

Deep it will be

Under covers find me

Dreaming

Transforming, running, screaming

But mostly fighting

Tornadoes.

There is a little boy

who taught me not to be scared

That I can hide

Under the pillow

Safe from th thrill

Of true imagination

That's the good stuff

The running

The hiding

The screaming

That's where the filters fall

And the night becomes something other than just another night

The dream becomes something other

Than just another dream

The blankets are walls

The pillows mountains

And the lamp is my firelight

Dance, flame

Keep me warm

It's me and you tonight

 

Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.

Not Altered. Adapted.

 

Photo by Sadie Myers. Titled by Dustin Whitehead.