Who I am
Is a reflection of
What I have done
And has been
The direction of
All I've become
When there is still a guilt
pondering as a man wandering
The desert to thirst for a forgiveness
And quench it with his witness
To all the trouble he doubles
in mind without forgiveness
he huddles blind
And never is humbled
by the numbness
he defends until the last dying breath
When he confesses the rest of his story
His history
His mystery and misery of the glory
He casts out and lashes out
On his own to defend his honor
The one who dishonors himself
to cause his health to deteriorate
Until he must rectify and not infuriate
the world created in this facade
of teaching and preaching
What he is called to believe
When he leaves every detail
to chance
perhaps to dance
into a romance
of happiness
Friday, January 31, 2014
Enlightened
Believe in a man who understands
and has a plan relieving
The world of pain and all the shame
being named a game
To go asunder and stand alone
in the pouring rain
Without a shelter for his brain
as he became a main
Philosopher of the moment
being hired as a squire
Offering his bestowing to be alive
in the drive of survival
And not heed to succeed
in the arrival of living
as he was giving every ounce
of who he was
A man without
a tangible shred
of possession
A person certain
there is more than a curtain
at the end of
Playing a role
as a man behind the curtain
To ascend and display His own
way for His day today
His captivating stay
as he cannot continue to be
In the window of our lives
But with the endowment
of our sight we are surprised
By this light
the right to be delighted
In His return into our hearts
and has a plan relieving
The world of pain and all the shame
being named a game
To go asunder and stand alone
in the pouring rain
Without a shelter for his brain
as he became a main
Philosopher of the moment
being hired as a squire
Offering his bestowing to be alive
in the drive of survival
And not heed to succeed
in the arrival of living
as he was giving every ounce
of who he was
A man without
a tangible shred
of possession
A person certain
there is more than a curtain
at the end of
Playing a role
as a man behind the curtain
To ascend and display His own
way for His day today
His captivating stay
as he cannot continue to be
In the window of our lives
But with the endowment
of our sight we are surprised
By this light
the right to be delighted
In His return into our hearts
Thursday, January 30, 2014
Jigsaw Enigma
How do I fit in, to the puzzle?
When the piece is awkward within?
To create a peace within us as it is
fought to finally fill every piece in?
To put the jigsaw enigma together
with always leaving a hole in the middle
Let's us never put it together forever
Resulting in a riddle
Making us never found able as I lay alone
Apart in the heart away in part away
under the table
Just look and trust the nook I hide behind
When you ponder
Where I've gone being thought of as wrong
Deciding to finally wander
Away from the game
and never found again
As for the puzzle there is a piece missing
to forever never begin
To see the picture with it's soul taken out of the center
Being a fixture of the mixture makes me feel like I'll never enter
The group of one thousand with only 999
Put together in the center with the blank
Making fun of mine
When the whole puzzle is not the picture
but just a mixture of different shapes
The tragedy is having me a piece that is never embraced
When the piece is awkward within?
To create a peace within us as it is
fought to finally fill every piece in?
To put the jigsaw enigma together
with always leaving a hole in the middle
Let's us never put it together forever
Resulting in a riddle
Making us never found able as I lay alone
Apart in the heart away in part away
under the table
Just look and trust the nook I hide behind
When you ponder
Where I've gone being thought of as wrong
Deciding to finally wander
Away from the game
and never found again
As for the puzzle there is a piece missing
to forever never begin
To see the picture with it's soul taken out of the center
Being a fixture of the mixture makes me feel like I'll never enter
The group of one thousand with only 999
Put together in the center with the blank
Making fun of mine
When the whole puzzle is not the picture
but just a mixture of different shapes
The tragedy is having me a piece that is never embraced
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Platitude Attitude
The scribe of platitude kingdom
sat to the right of the King
With a notion he motioned
for a pen and paper without commotion the King granted the favor as the King knew thoughts were fleeting and flew
Like the hummingbird sings
in the afternoon
For the scribe arrives
at the idea he prescribes
and knows the flow is as a river delivers
the message to the ocean and as the King agrees the thoughts
are but a notion brought on
Like a bird in the night finding
daylight but an hour away
Though the night bird sings, the
King agrees the song should
be counted on as soon as the tune
arrives, for the scribe, the paper
in hand is in demand and the idea is handed before him
Though it may be fleeting
and may be lost like the water
which evaporates from the boiling pot
He has to act on the fact the thought
may not come again unless it is written
for the favor of the King
And the scribe accelerates to the page
in the hand and has his pen demand the
words pressing on the paper without a
second to lose
As the second thought is but the muse
as the song belongs to the platitudes
and the scribe arrives at being with the freedom to ask and it is given
to write it down for it is written
The scribe imbibes on the words
heard in his head, as the music soothes
the mystery said, in poetry read
the words chosen for the reading is
mostly receding back to the original moment when the pen in hand understands the urgency of the land
To continue writing the journey of
pouring out his heart on the paper
and page making beautiful music of melody to engage in writing the moment the idea formed to give as the wave gave what was given the Kingdom driven in the need of emotion to the notion the scribe revives starting a commotion as the song arrives
The courtyard begins to start to sway and the beat begins to spark and play
saying, how can the platitude kingdom
begin to sing for the peace of the land,
and not be in a peaceful situation?
For war is fear, and fear is control,
as for peace it is the opposite
of what appears in the polls
For the song sings of peace as
it rings throughout the land, and
as the message rings clear
the fantasy began to sing the words written to song as peace increases the world to belong, for these words are heard of the dancers who chance there is more to lyrics than what the scribe answers, for the song is belonging to the world and the ears to sing along and be unafraid of what appears.
The king may think of all that commences as the Jester dances as the King leans with his senses. The dance enhance the words to sing for the day sings away to bring a fortune at the bottom of the ocean as old as the sea which swallowed up the ship to be lost as we want the treasure chest without the lock intact for whom so ever finds it beyond the ages must act as ocean waves uncovers the treasure under the sands of time to be prepared to claim the gold within the lines for the true owner is not known or even witness to the discovery in the scribe for a peace, rather than war, and a chance we can love together and live forever beyond more corruption in man we can be humbled as the scribe is timid as when he fumbled for the pens conclusion of what peace means for the institution to please and sing for the king to redeem the ones who grit their teeth and complain, for they do not have enough today and are incomplete, but if you simply live for today, you can have all your needs until you sleep and save peace in your heart,
As the sun breaks out
Over the horizon and
The morning awakes to
The swan upon surprising
and the bald eagle appears in
The sky as we all are called
To appear aware as the deer are tall and perking their ears straight up to hear any predator near as we are also here to enjoy the moment and appear aware as the bear in the forest looks for berries, or the salmon upstream searching for a ground to breed and believe the cycle of life succeeding
and peace is balancing between the trees and the breeze where nests rest for the eagles quest as they please
sat to the right of the King
With a notion he motioned
for a pen and paper without commotion the King granted the favor as the King knew thoughts were fleeting and flew
Like the hummingbird sings
in the afternoon
For the scribe arrives
at the idea he prescribes
and knows the flow is as a river delivers
the message to the ocean and as the King agrees the thoughts
are but a notion brought on
Like a bird in the night finding
daylight but an hour away
Though the night bird sings, the
King agrees the song should
be counted on as soon as the tune
arrives, for the scribe, the paper
in hand is in demand and the idea is handed before him
Though it may be fleeting
and may be lost like the water
which evaporates from the boiling pot
He has to act on the fact the thought
may not come again unless it is written
for the favor of the King
And the scribe accelerates to the page
in the hand and has his pen demand the
words pressing on the paper without a
second to lose
As the second thought is but the muse
as the song belongs to the platitudes
and the scribe arrives at being with the freedom to ask and it is given
to write it down for it is written
The scribe imbibes on the words
heard in his head, as the music soothes
the mystery said, in poetry read
the words chosen for the reading is
mostly receding back to the original moment when the pen in hand understands the urgency of the land
To continue writing the journey of
pouring out his heart on the paper
and page making beautiful music of melody to engage in writing the moment the idea formed to give as the wave gave what was given the Kingdom driven in the need of emotion to the notion the scribe revives starting a commotion as the song arrives
The courtyard begins to start to sway and the beat begins to spark and play
saying, how can the platitude kingdom
begin to sing for the peace of the land,
and not be in a peaceful situation?
For war is fear, and fear is control,
as for peace it is the opposite
of what appears in the polls
For the song sings of peace as
it rings throughout the land, and
as the message rings clear
the fantasy began to sing the words written to song as peace increases the world to belong, for these words are heard of the dancers who chance there is more to lyrics than what the scribe answers, for the song is belonging to the world and the ears to sing along and be unafraid of what appears.
The king may think of all that commences as the Jester dances as the King leans with his senses. The dance enhance the words to sing for the day sings away to bring a fortune at the bottom of the ocean as old as the sea which swallowed up the ship to be lost as we want the treasure chest without the lock intact for whom so ever finds it beyond the ages must act as ocean waves uncovers the treasure under the sands of time to be prepared to claim the gold within the lines for the true owner is not known or even witness to the discovery in the scribe for a peace, rather than war, and a chance we can love together and live forever beyond more corruption in man we can be humbled as the scribe is timid as when he fumbled for the pens conclusion of what peace means for the institution to please and sing for the king to redeem the ones who grit their teeth and complain, for they do not have enough today and are incomplete, but if you simply live for today, you can have all your needs until you sleep and save peace in your heart,
As the sun breaks out
Over the horizon and
The morning awakes to
The swan upon surprising
and the bald eagle appears in
The sky as we all are called
To appear aware as the deer are tall and perking their ears straight up to hear any predator near as we are also here to enjoy the moment and appear aware as the bear in the forest looks for berries, or the salmon upstream searching for a ground to breed and believe the cycle of life succeeding
and peace is balancing between the trees and the breeze where nests rest for the eagles quest as they please
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
Correct Direction
I was on my own
after a home
and was alone
as I roamed
in the city of my youth
My manhood ran
and stands to hand
my pity to be the truth
I came along the road of songs
and wrote the wrongs
to become who I am today
in a way I belong
to see the face
of my consequences
making the most
of how I pay, because,
I play and play
like a cat who chats
and puts the catnip on the lips
nothing can stop the way I stay
on the song which gives me fits.
Do I blame my father who lost his daughter?
Do I say, to mother, I was tossed as a brother?
Do I play today like I was loved and ought to?
Be as free from tragedy
to live a life
I so desire
With all the strife
I was thrown into the fire
And came out of the ashes tired
But still I play away
My direction correction
is in the resurrection of my soul
to bestow
my father did the best he could
and mother, well, she was a mother
to a lot of lovers
And hell, she fell, and does know the rebel
as she never knew the devil like Jesus did
putting to test the best of the best and dad
never had to kid
about how he felt when questioned
About heaven
He says, that will be the day he would die
To find himself believing in leaving the world
without his pride
So mom came about
tired with a shout
Who can help me now!
My mother was another person
we suffer with wondering
when, why and how?
It all got turned around one day
she started to smoke and couldn't say
how she got to where she was
ending up at the home of the lost souls
who slowly go and never return from
As for me, my day is here
today, to cherish all the freedom
from the past which I've at last
found a true direction
of perfection
But the truth to correction
of my direction has my soul
as my goal
for my God, it has a lot of missing pieces
to the puzzle He put us in, but in the end
The missing peace is a piece He filled us in
with His son
who became one of our own
A man who stands for heaven
Sitting down on
Your right hand
He understands
our brethren
Who doubts
and shouts all about
why is there so much confusion?!
When the word
is love and compassion
Above
And is there for our restitution
To believe in Him
takes a step to not sin
and be leaving the world
for God and if we doubt
and have allowed
our minds to be whirled a lot
We must take faith by the hand
and let life work itself out
For all the hate in the land
Is not worth the pain to be without
the faith and hope heaven holds
for the devoted persons
who wait and love the soul
to be more important
than the flesh
which is put to the test
Every single day
But, in His heart
He gave
His part and
Let our sins
be forgiven,
As He
forgave.
after a home
and was alone
as I roamed
in the city of my youth
My manhood ran
and stands to hand
my pity to be the truth
I came along the road of songs
and wrote the wrongs
to become who I am today
in a way I belong
to see the face
of my consequences
making the most
of how I pay, because,
I play and play
like a cat who chats
and puts the catnip on the lips
nothing can stop the way I stay
on the song which gives me fits.
Do I blame my father who lost his daughter?
Do I say, to mother, I was tossed as a brother?
Do I play today like I was loved and ought to?
Be as free from tragedy
to live a life
I so desire
With all the strife
I was thrown into the fire
And came out of the ashes tired
But still I play away
My direction correction
is in the resurrection of my soul
to bestow
my father did the best he could
and mother, well, she was a mother
to a lot of lovers
And hell, she fell, and does know the rebel
as she never knew the devil like Jesus did
putting to test the best of the best and dad
never had to kid
about how he felt when questioned
About heaven
He says, that will be the day he would die
To find himself believing in leaving the world
without his pride
So mom came about
tired with a shout
Who can help me now!
My mother was another person
we suffer with wondering
when, why and how?
It all got turned around one day
she started to smoke and couldn't say
how she got to where she was
ending up at the home of the lost souls
who slowly go and never return from
As for me, my day is here
today, to cherish all the freedom
from the past which I've at last
found a true direction
of perfection
But the truth to correction
of my direction has my soul
as my goal
for my God, it has a lot of missing pieces
to the puzzle He put us in, but in the end
The missing peace is a piece He filled us in
with His son
who became one of our own
A man who stands for heaven
Sitting down on
Your right hand
He understands
our brethren
Who doubts
and shouts all about
why is there so much confusion?!
When the word
is love and compassion
Above
And is there for our restitution
To believe in Him
takes a step to not sin
and be leaving the world
for God and if we doubt
and have allowed
our minds to be whirled a lot
We must take faith by the hand
and let life work itself out
For all the hate in the land
Is not worth the pain to be without
the faith and hope heaven holds
for the devoted persons
who wait and love the soul
to be more important
than the flesh
which is put to the test
Every single day
But, in His heart
He gave
His part and
Let our sins
be forgiven,
As He
forgave.
Sunday, January 19, 2014
Come What May
Lord, if I could, I would
Believe like the righteous
Agree
To see the mystery
you leave when we
are suppose to perceive
a truth
In You
Without proof
Other than You prove
in our hearts making faith
become greater than doubt
as we start all over again
To sin
and win
You over
Before we begin
To believe in your loving-kindness
Forgiving
us and our flaws
and blindness
living beyond our dreams as You redeem
Us like Jesus does
and if I fail to be as
You entail
Let me brave
through the grave
and meet
to see in the end
All of the confusion
Of the confused and abused
life we write off as light fights for the right
To live beyond our lives and give more than
when we arrived
As you would
prove in our hearts with
the faith we lose by
abusing our parts
You have us play in the role
Of believing in
Come what may
Believe like the righteous
Agree
To see the mystery
you leave when we
are suppose to perceive
a truth
In You
Without proof
Other than You prove
in our hearts making faith
become greater than doubt
as we start all over again
To sin
and win
You over
Before we begin
To believe in your loving-kindness
Forgiving
us and our flaws
and blindness
living beyond our dreams as You redeem
Us like Jesus does
and if I fail to be as
You entail
Let me brave
through the grave
and meet
to see in the end
All of the confusion
Of the confused and abused
life we write off as light fights for the right
To live beyond our lives and give more than
when we arrived
As you would
prove in our hearts with
the faith we lose by
abusing our parts
You have us play in the role
Of believing in
Come what may
Twenty five numbers
We together
One forever
Two whenever
We are three
To free, four
In our hearts
As five arrives
To start six in
The fix
Of seven
Like heaven
As eight
betrays hate
while nine
dines on time
when ten defends
Eleven and twelve
Offends the devil
In the creating of
Thirteen
(the first thing we see)
Beyond fourteen
Ages
We lift in fifteen
To be as the sixteen
Is sweet and seventeen
Is sweeter than the eighteen
Summers of nineteen songs
in the twenty to twenty one
Years before we turn twenty two
And are through with being
twenty three and twenty four
With no more to count
Beyond twenty five to life
One forever
Two whenever
We are three
To free, four
In our hearts
As five arrives
To start six in
The fix
Of seven
Like heaven
As eight
betrays hate
while nine
dines on time
when ten defends
Eleven and twelve
Offends the devil
In the creating of
Thirteen
(the first thing we see)
Beyond fourteen
Ages
We lift in fifteen
To be as the sixteen
Is sweet and seventeen
Is sweeter than the eighteen
Summers of nineteen songs
in the twenty to twenty one
Years before we turn twenty two
And are through with being
twenty three and twenty four
With no more to count
Beyond twenty five to life
Delighting in the Dark
For your sake, love can make, everything alright
Even if it takes every day to create a new light in the fight
Over light and dark, dark and night
Despite how right it feels to be immersed
In the first darkened corner of how the real
Feelings born again being more than friends
feels together
Whenever the sun goes down
Beyond the sea cutting the oceans horizon
Settling like you and I
In each others arms
Keeping you from harm
Whispering thoughts of warm desires
In your ear laying near me by the fire
Keeping us abreast of the crescent moon
and the milky way in June
as we swoon and make
the night feel as right as the falling
stars fall
like cars
running wildly
in our hearts
Crashing like waves we have let run
up on our souls spreading over our coals
Smoldering like hot lovers rolling in the sand
Feeling like a blanket that can
Make the night move like light
beckoning to fight for our hearts
For the day is our way of making the
light break away from the night
despite our
delighting
in the dark
Even if it takes every day to create a new light in the fight
Over light and dark, dark and night
Despite how right it feels to be immersed
In the first darkened corner of how the real
Feelings born again being more than friends
feels together
Whenever the sun goes down
Beyond the sea cutting the oceans horizon
Settling like you and I
In each others arms
Keeping you from harm
Whispering thoughts of warm desires
In your ear laying near me by the fire
Keeping us abreast of the crescent moon
and the milky way in June
as we swoon and make
the night feel as right as the falling
stars fall
like cars
running wildly
in our hearts
Crashing like waves we have let run
up on our souls spreading over our coals
Smoldering like hot lovers rolling in the sand
Feeling like a blanket that can
Make the night move like light
beckoning to fight for our hearts
For the day is our way of making the
light break away from the night
despite our
delighting
in the dark
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
Fantasy Man
Dream on
Believing
Even though
I am seeing
Reality
Crashing in
Redeem my leaving
All the grieving
And finally let fallacy
Rule my heart
Making a start
Of a song belong
The fool departs from his art
And throws what is wrong
Into the fire only to be a liar
Of the dream as he seems to have
A fantasy turning to ashes burning
Which dashes hopes to succeed
Surpassing the dream of believing
A need to conquer negativity and
Think enough of love
To feel as real as above
From below and in from out
East from West and North from South
A man can include fantasy believing
Concluding he can have the sea
Surround the mind and breathe
Psychologically around the kind of belief
He diabolically can see
The ocean is as warm
As the norm and the sea
Formed by the rainstorm
And all the doubt about
Faith in your heart, doubts the Spirit
As great as the start of today
To say the way the day shows
Tomorrow how to play
Like we know
Causing yesterday
To grow old
As the presence goes
Dreaming
Redeeming clemency
From the past as the future claims
At last the day
As the sun rises over the horizon
Making earth worth the clover
And the fantasy seems sweet as the song
In the day of now saying how
We defeat the sway to always cave
And never play the way children behave
And feel when they have no responsibility
To be real, or barriers to be still
Only a day breathing under the sea
With the emotion of their ocean
Become a possibility
To play instead of letting reality delay
Knowing fantasy is believing
The song or the poem
Knowing growing
Strong is as real
As the fantasy
believing in the song
To belong dreaming on
Believing
Even though
I am seeing
Reality
Crashing in
Redeem my leaving
All the grieving
And finally let fallacy
Rule my heart
Making a start
Of a song belong
The fool departs from his art
And throws what is wrong
Into the fire only to be a liar
Of the dream as he seems to have
A fantasy turning to ashes burning
Which dashes hopes to succeed
Surpassing the dream of believing
A need to conquer negativity and
Think enough of love
To feel as real as above
From below and in from out
East from West and North from South
A man can include fantasy believing
Concluding he can have the sea
Surround the mind and breathe
Psychologically around the kind of belief
He diabolically can see
The ocean is as warm
As the norm and the sea
Formed by the rainstorm
And all the doubt about
Faith in your heart, doubts the Spirit
As great as the start of today
To say the way the day shows
Tomorrow how to play
Like we know
Causing yesterday
To grow old
As the presence goes
Dreaming
Redeeming clemency
From the past as the future claims
At last the day
As the sun rises over the horizon
Making earth worth the clover
And the fantasy seems sweet as the song
In the day of now saying how
We defeat the sway to always cave
And never play the way children behave
And feel when they have no responsibility
To be real, or barriers to be still
Only a day breathing under the sea
With the emotion of their ocean
Become a possibility
To play instead of letting reality delay
Knowing fantasy is believing
The song or the poem
Knowing growing
Strong is as real
As the fantasy
believing in the song
To belong dreaming on
Prison in Mind
What causes me pain, causes you the same
Causing me to pause, and explain
I love you and want to
Do what is right, but then again, I
Beckon the fight
Back to the bottle, back to the needle
Back to attacking what I love most
Equals to me who I see as being in
A bind, a prisoner in decision, a
Prison in mind
If I could break these chains
And change the world
I could take this feeling
Of pain and worthless earth
Which is bringing me to say
I am sorry for making you always
Pray, for me, for us, for the trust
For the shame, for the worthless
Feeling of blame which became
A way for someone like me
To see all the unworthy worry I free when
The feeling I have deters me from wrong
Referring me to a love where I belong
Making the choice which forces a
Different man to voice enriching
Deterrence that I can connect to
Who I really am
And if my current situation understands
The future is sure and the forgiveness
Stands to make a change
In my smile
From feeling the pain
To feeling worthwhile
Causing me to pause, and explain
I love you and want to
Do what is right, but then again, I
Beckon the fight
Back to the bottle, back to the needle
Back to attacking what I love most
Equals to me who I see as being in
A bind, a prisoner in decision, a
Prison in mind
If I could break these chains
And change the world
I could take this feeling
Of pain and worthless earth
Which is bringing me to say
I am sorry for making you always
Pray, for me, for us, for the trust
For the shame, for the worthless
Feeling of blame which became
A way for someone like me
To see all the unworthy worry I free when
The feeling I have deters me from wrong
Referring me to a love where I belong
Making the choice which forces a
Different man to voice enriching
Deterrence that I can connect to
Who I really am
And if my current situation understands
The future is sure and the forgiveness
Stands to make a change
In my smile
From feeling the pain
To feeling worthwhile
Monday, January 6, 2014
Heaven's Hope
Going to a place, we congregate
To feast on eternity.
Following a path we participate in,
Allowing compassion, anticipating friends
And a passion, that happens, to be without end.
Dedicating reasons for believing, and relieving
A way, betrayed by man, taking a stand, like
He understands, as He shook the foundations
Of the land, forsaking our flaws, forgiving our
Living, because, we keep going, knowing,
He paid the price with
His sacrifice.
As He displayed toward our reward,
A glorious day forward,
Escaping to paradise.
A little safe place, where they are nice.
In the fold of the universe, to hold us in grace
As we embrace our souls union, traversing into
Space, to know divinity, witnessing the Trinity,
Pleasing Jesus, revealing the hope, for eternity
As we cope, certainly, far from the world
Hurled over the embers, wondering about
Our words hurrying to surrender.
And remembering, when we were entering,
Into the Kingdom of Heaven!
To feast on eternity.
Following a path we participate in,
Allowing compassion, anticipating friends
And a passion, that happens, to be without end.
Dedicating reasons for believing, and relieving
A way, betrayed by man, taking a stand, like
He understands, as He shook the foundations
Of the land, forsaking our flaws, forgiving our
Living, because, we keep going, knowing,
He paid the price with
His sacrifice.
As He displayed toward our reward,
A glorious day forward,
Escaping to paradise.
A little safe place, where they are nice.
In the fold of the universe, to hold us in grace
As we embrace our souls union, traversing into
Space, to know divinity, witnessing the Trinity,
Pleasing Jesus, revealing the hope, for eternity
As we cope, certainly, far from the world
Hurled over the embers, wondering about
Our words hurrying to surrender.
And remembering, when we were entering,
Into the Kingdom of Heaven!
A poet in a poem knows no home
Publish the poem and
hush the known poet
who knows no home
besides growing
tired of inspired
self deluded tricks
up the sleeve
and how rhythm
and rhyme weaves
down a river
gushing to the sea
and you as well
see the need
to write the line
of your mind not to define but
to remind us all
it is the call that makes us fall
short of who we are...
imagine, if we had taken the
road less traveled?
As we rage into the night
The poem would have at least graveled
into the heart and said, from
the start what led you to believe
in the thought, the rhyme, the page
when we were young
and distractions were fun
as well as never having to belong
as we were content in playing our hearts
out and figuring out
what it is all about...
am I to be happy?
after all the writing without fighting?
and the right to be known?
for the wife and the children
are home and the poet
well, he knows it well, there
never comes a time where the line
ends and there is not home
dear to defend; or pretend,
as we descend into the night.
hush the known poet
who knows no home
besides growing
tired of inspired
self deluded tricks
up the sleeve
and how rhythm
and rhyme weaves
down a river
gushing to the sea
and you as well
see the need
to write the line
of your mind not to define but
to remind us all
it is the call that makes us fall
short of who we are...
imagine, if we had taken the
road less traveled?
As we rage into the night
The poem would have at least graveled
into the heart and said, from
the start what led you to believe
in the thought, the rhyme, the page
when we were young
and distractions were fun
as well as never having to belong
as we were content in playing our hearts
out and figuring out
what it is all about...
am I to be happy?
after all the writing without fighting?
and the right to be known?
for the wife and the children
are home and the poet
well, he knows it well, there
never comes a time where the line
ends and there is not home
dear to defend; or pretend,
as we descend into the night.
Saturday, January 4, 2014
Rewrite the Book
It's been too long since we took a look
We need to rewrite the book, rewrite the book
We have always thought it was a little mistook
Fighting for the look, as we really didn't look
It's time to find another way to say
What it is that needs to be said
It's time to find a little pay
In what we see when we're led
To look at the mirror and see it clear
Take a second look
We need to take another look
It's been too long since the story has been shook
We need to rewrite the book, rewrite the book
Moment of glory is a mystery took
Literally took
We need history a little more shook
We need to rewrite the book
Take another look
Get a little shook
When it's a little mistook
Literally took
A little we took
A great piece of art
And took it to heart
A story from history and made it a part
Of all the mystery a wasted start
To define the line and mistaking the dark
Made it light when it was right from the start
How do we say what is said when we depart
Lighten the heart, lighten who we are
Get it together before you star
In the next perplexing interesting start
My, to like who we are
We need to see the very heart
A way to say what has got to be said
A way to write the right to be led
A way to fight the enlightened thread
If we don't the dark will find us dead
I know it's called heresy
To say what is there to see
But hey, we can barely breathe
And say a page without outraging me
You've got peace to please
At least be at ease
Don' t let your mind cease to see
The face we face
Looking at the reflection
Rethink the way and get a good direction
Say what it is and be without perfection
We need to rewrite the book, rewrite the book
We have always thought it was a little mistook
Fighting for the look, as we really didn't look
It's time to find another way to say
What it is that needs to be said
It's time to find a little pay
In what we see when we're led
To look at the mirror and see it clear
Take a second look
We need to take another look
It's been too long since the story has been shook
We need to rewrite the book, rewrite the book
Moment of glory is a mystery took
Literally took
We need history a little more shook
We need to rewrite the book
Take another look
Get a little shook
When it's a little mistook
Literally took
A little we took
A great piece of art
And took it to heart
A story from history and made it a part
Of all the mystery a wasted start
To define the line and mistaking the dark
Made it light when it was right from the start
How do we say what is said when we depart
Lighten the heart, lighten who we are
Get it together before you star
In the next perplexing interesting start
My, to like who we are
We need to see the very heart
A way to say what has got to be said
A way to write the right to be led
A way to fight the enlightened thread
If we don't the dark will find us dead
I know it's called heresy
To say what is there to see
But hey, we can barely breathe
And say a page without outraging me
You've got peace to please
At least be at ease
Don' t let your mind cease to see
The face we face
Looking at the reflection
Rethink the way and get a good direction
Say what it is and be without perfection
Friday, January 3, 2014
Tapestry of Love
We weave and believe a love
woven together threads our hearts
and emotions forever
Weaving emotion of woven devotion
and color breathing together
holding each other
In a rich blend of stitch and thread
with colors of lovers communication
Which, if the other lover becomes undone
we run for the thread discovering one
Leaves rather than mend
when it seems to unfold unraveling
Then, we weave with love and naturally
make amends a woven chosen love
Rather than offend to make stitches forever
until the end endeavoring and preparing
to share as friends
Holding hands to assist and resist loosening
kissing the stitches which is woven without
losing our hearts as we become right to
Tighten the weave remaining true to maintain
and believe the stitch without a hitch or
hole as we bring back the thread singing
our souls
With the one we love holding on to the
moment trusting enough with untold
enjoyment
For the heart of our thread is the start of
our yearning imparting ahead our hard
won journey
Agreeing to weave and not leave the lover
holding the thread believing each other
woven together threads our hearts
and emotions forever
Weaving emotion of woven devotion
and color breathing together
holding each other
In a rich blend of stitch and thread
with colors of lovers communication
Which, if the other lover becomes undone
we run for the thread discovering one
Leaves rather than mend
when it seems to unfold unraveling
Then, we weave with love and naturally
make amends a woven chosen love
Rather than offend to make stitches forever
until the end endeavoring and preparing
to share as friends
Holding hands to assist and resist loosening
kissing the stitches which is woven without
losing our hearts as we become right to
Tighten the weave remaining true to maintain
and believe the stitch without a hitch or
hole as we bring back the thread singing
our souls
With the one we love holding on to the
moment trusting enough with untold
enjoyment
For the heart of our thread is the start of
our yearning imparting ahead our hard
won journey
Agreeing to weave and not leave the lover
holding the thread believing each other
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
You're the One
The object of my affection
The subject of my attention
Making up my mind for taking up kind
Thoughts and being blind to my faults
We've come too far along to pretend in a song
To end all the fighting as we defend delighting
In a love having to laugh at how far below
Is from above we need to see the philosophy
Being with each other
Two possibilities to bring together
Discovering a moment is but a minute
As happiness is within it
And in our forgiveness as our love conquers the hate
As we have faith to participate
The subject of my attention
Making up my mind for taking up kind
Thoughts and being blind to my faults
We've come too far along to pretend in a song
To end all the fighting as we defend delighting
In a love having to laugh at how far below
Is from above we need to see the philosophy
Being with each other
Two possibilities to bring together
Discovering a moment is but a minute
As happiness is within it
And in our forgiveness as our love conquers the hate
As we have faith to participate
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