Comfortable breezes descend
On a joyfully dismal pea coat
Unaware of its surroundings;
Of the past or future
He is content to hang
By his fuzzy blue collar
Upon a rusted nail
In a salt-brushed coconut tree
He has no home;
No company
He has no friend
[Not anymore]
Wind is the last speck of friendship
This coat will ever know
Strewn about are clues
That suggest a dreadful fate
Of his old friend
Whom he knew so well
Now there is just the change
That comes with sun movement
As distant bells sing their repetition
To call for help in vain
Why is the coat alone?
Who was his master?
Who will tell the story?
Who knows of a story to tell?
Monday, November 19, 2007
Learning
Count hours.
Pangs-a-plenty that pace around the stomach
Through the bowels
Up the throat
When nothing;
No one can
Warn a simple being
Of the sickening, heart-dropping feeling
That comes with growing older
How there is an urge
To speak the tongue of hopelessness
Not trusting a spirit beyond self
To learn without a boost
Yet in selfish anticipation
The truth is but a spark
From realization
That all is a matter of finding
And none is that of being taught
Pangs-a-plenty that pace around the stomach
Through the bowels
Up the throat
When nothing;
No one can
Warn a simple being
Of the sickening, heart-dropping feeling
That comes with growing older
How there is an urge
To speak the tongue of hopelessness
Not trusting a spirit beyond self
To learn without a boost
Yet in selfish anticipation
The truth is but a spark
From realization
That all is a matter of finding
And none is that of being taught
Good
From a single breath
Life spreads its seed asunder
And flocks of foes are formed,
Cast in a mold of anger
All things that radiate joy
And gleam of felicity
Will triumph and prosper
Past lifetimes of gloom
Fated are those that resolve
to act their role in the gloomy twilight
As tiny, militant spores that
Threaten to mess the lovely
When the meek settle their dreadfulness
And the music can be heard
All else will count
As a beseeching vagrant
From a single breath
Life spreads its seed asunder
And blazing voices of good
Are towering to a flooded peak of perfection
Life spreads its seed asunder
And flocks of foes are formed,
Cast in a mold of anger
All things that radiate joy
And gleam of felicity
Will triumph and prosper
Past lifetimes of gloom
Fated are those that resolve
to act their role in the gloomy twilight
As tiny, militant spores that
Threaten to mess the lovely
When the meek settle their dreadfulness
And the music can be heard
All else will count
As a beseeching vagrant
From a single breath
Life spreads its seed asunder
And blazing voices of good
Are towering to a flooded peak of perfection
Air Is A Betrayer
Like a soothing breeze
You passed
But upon your cloudy shoulders
Lies a faint hint of youth
A draft that now is biting
Like a frigid night in Barrow
Pulls me back to wonder
If I should close the window
It is from the ground that
I must find my warmth
She does not shift and retreat
From the fear of a home
I scarce can imagine
Sleep without a breeze
But if the air is a betrayer
I can only hope
You find another way in
You passed
But upon your cloudy shoulders
Lies a faint hint of youth
A draft that now is biting
Like a frigid night in Barrow
Pulls me back to wonder
If I should close the window
It is from the ground that
I must find my warmth
She does not shift and retreat
From the fear of a home
I scarce can imagine
Sleep without a breeze
But if the air is a betrayer
I can only hope
You find another way in
Losing Imagination
In the cool dark of morning
We’d sit on the floor
Wishing ourselves to a distant place
Watching the shadows as they moved.
I was only five but I recall
A rainbow on the floor that shaped the silhouette
Of a trader, carrying goods on a wagon
In a far off land
How I wished we were there
But we were there
For those three minutes the sun allowed
The illusion
To penetrate my senses
When dreams die upon entering
I know I’m growing older
Slower
Less imaginative
And tired
Strained for hope
I walk amidst the trees
Feel the ground beneath me
And taste the air around me
I am free
We’d sit on the floor
Wishing ourselves to a distant place
Watching the shadows as they moved.
I was only five but I recall
A rainbow on the floor that shaped the silhouette
Of a trader, carrying goods on a wagon
In a far off land
How I wished we were there
But we were there
For those three minutes the sun allowed
The illusion
To penetrate my senses
When dreams die upon entering
I know I’m growing older
Slower
Less imaginative
And tired
Strained for hope
I walk amidst the trees
Feel the ground beneath me
And taste the air around me
I am free
If You Want Me
If you want me
Cast away your pride
A failing love is that
Which captures what’s in reach
If you want me
Dismiss all doubt, just hope
For hope is not your foe
And blindness comes when you don’t
If you want me
Assume my failures will not cease
Instead, they’ll just get weaker
And my love for you, increase
If you want me
Petition all the spirits
Remind yourself of why
You ever began to love
Gone are yesterday’s wonderings
Smitten with the thought
If you want me so badly
Relinquish not one assault
Cast away your pride
A failing love is that
Which captures what’s in reach
If you want me
Dismiss all doubt, just hope
For hope is not your foe
And blindness comes when you don’t
If you want me
Assume my failures will not cease
Instead, they’ll just get weaker
And my love for you, increase
If you want me
Petition all the spirits
Remind yourself of why
You ever began to love
Gone are yesterday’s wonderings
Smitten with the thought
If you want me so badly
Relinquish not one assault
Proceed
As I listen to the a.c.
I wonder about the frame of my life
To regain a sense of the anchor
To know how I’ve touched my friends
It’s a quiet, lonely view into hell
Because no one comforts the convicted
Only the victims
The gift given is an unwelcomed pleasure
And the core of my failure
At least it seems
This song makes me wonder how I ended up
Creating this person in me
I was changing for good
Now I’m in need for something stable
I hope I’ll know when
I’ve forgotten the misconceptions
I had before
About love
And trust
And purpose
And selfishness
Everyone needs time
Everyone needs time
Everyone needs time
I need time
I need time
I need time
I need prayer
Breeze and leaves
And dirt and trees
And waves and sand
And her and me
And roads and signs
Are the things that affect me
These simple things
Despite what they think
I do understand
Forgive
Allow
Listen
Pray
Proceed
We all will be home soon
I wonder about the frame of my life
To regain a sense of the anchor
To know how I’ve touched my friends
It’s a quiet, lonely view into hell
Because no one comforts the convicted
Only the victims
The gift given is an unwelcomed pleasure
And the core of my failure
At least it seems
This song makes me wonder how I ended up
Creating this person in me
I was changing for good
Now I’m in need for something stable
I hope I’ll know when
I’ve forgotten the misconceptions
I had before
About love
And trust
And purpose
And selfishness
Everyone needs time
Everyone needs time
Everyone needs time
I need time
I need time
I need time
I need prayer
Breeze and leaves
And dirt and trees
And waves and sand
And her and me
And roads and signs
Are the things that affect me
These simple things
Despite what they think
I do understand
Forgive
Allow
Listen
Pray
Proceed
We all will be home soon
Fog
Have I breathed a word worth a bit?
A thought upon a fleeting sea of thoughts
Or the ache of a detoured life
Is why I seem messy and unwanted.
We wake on a foggy morning
Here, amidst our selves.
A biting breeze tells stories
Of what has come and gone
And I want it.
A hurried fix is what lies here.
Trembling at night, unable to sleep.
For I know fog returns with the moon
And the cold
As a regretful air fills my room.
Why do I fail?
Who will look on me
With belief
And trust
And happiness
Besides those I took for granted?
Soon, all will be revealed
And the hot breath of a new day
Will dissolve all doubt and fear.
Two will discover the purpose of time.
Two will fight the facile
And the fog will roll away.
A thought upon a fleeting sea of thoughts
Or the ache of a detoured life
Is why I seem messy and unwanted.
We wake on a foggy morning
Here, amidst our selves.
A biting breeze tells stories
Of what has come and gone
And I want it.
A hurried fix is what lies here.
Trembling at night, unable to sleep.
For I know fog returns with the moon
And the cold
As a regretful air fills my room.
Why do I fail?
Who will look on me
With belief
And trust
And happiness
Besides those I took for granted?
Soon, all will be revealed
And the hot breath of a new day
Will dissolve all doubt and fear.
Two will discover the purpose of time.
Two will fight the facile
And the fog will roll away.
Friday, September 7, 2007
Children
Smell spice withered and frail
In a cottage along a creek
Tea leaves drown and oil lamps
Blaze as Heaven’s fiery peak
Young ones hear old tales
Of the Arabian and Greek
Soft and silly wonder
Not dancers, smooth and sleek
Only playful souls that shout with joy
Only the faithful, firm, and meek
When shall we learn their lesson?
When is the wisdom gained?
To place a seal of solid doubt
Whenever we feel stained
Or dash the thoughts of beauty
Convinced this life is pained
To look on children, small and glad
With our pools of judgment drained
Then, only then will we be embraced
And our shackles be unchained
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