Sunday, September 23, 2012
untitled
Watch the world wind
Sure as the wind blows
Reflecting in mind
Of a place no one knows
A place, resting peaceful,
My heart chose to go
Turmoiled in soul
But nobody can know
Deep intense as a fire
Pains hidden below
Sullen worn out admirer
Of the things no one know
Like ever fleeting appearances
Effervescent, although
Lacking in sweet cohesion
A soul no one can know
Thursday, July 22, 2010
someone like you
saw the sunrise
in your eyes
your love came
by surprise
never knew i'd meet a girl
like you
who'd come to me
just like you do
so cautious yet caring
dared to meet me while staring
at the beautiful view
i see in you
a beautiful girl
with love pure as a pearl
you are the one
who made my life new
from the dark gloomy skies
into the sunrise
gold horizons disguised
in someone like you
Sunday, January 3, 2010
ashes
the ashes slowly drag along
lifeless like the dying leaves
freezing on my winter lawn
and i cant help but sing a song
to help me when the sun is gone
something in the day went wrong
and now i know
i dont belong
i just watch
and life goes on
going nowhere
see no dawn
no birds outside
no morning chirp
to wake me up
my soul is gone
it went away into the night
followed ashes
dragged along
a cold and empty winter sidewalk
i just watch
and life goes on
lifeless like the dying leaves
freezing on my winter lawn
and i cant help but sing a song
to help me when the sun is gone
something in the day went wrong
and now i know
i dont belong
i just watch
and life goes on
going nowhere
see no dawn
no birds outside
no morning chirp
to wake me up
my soul is gone
it went away into the night
followed ashes
dragged along
a cold and empty winter sidewalk
i just watch
and life goes on
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Summer Garden
good friends come
and good friends go
like good summers gone past
we're all flowers that grow
in a garden and
blooming with joy
growing
with the people we know
and who we've gotten to know
just summers ago
and when it comes to pass
just like all the last
we can all look back on flowers
rising graciously
above the green grass
and when the skies had turned to blue
and the garden had not a drop of rain
a flower could always depend on the garden
to stop a flower's pain
and the flower began to flourish
while the garden was kind to nourish
and love and teach and have the patience to wait
while a young flower was realizing fate
as the wind blows the blossom away
and the flower finds the way to the gate
maybe their paths will cross again
another day
in the garden of a Church
where we all used to play
and good friends go
like good summers gone past
we're all flowers that grow
in a garden and
blooming with joy
growing
with the people we know
and who we've gotten to know
just summers ago
and when it comes to pass
just like all the last
we can all look back on flowers
rising graciously
above the green grass
and when the skies had turned to blue
and the garden had not a drop of rain
a flower could always depend on the garden
to stop a flower's pain
and the flower began to flourish
while the garden was kind to nourish
and love and teach and have the patience to wait
while a young flower was realizing fate
as the wind blows the blossom away
and the flower finds the way to the gate
maybe their paths will cross again
another day
in the garden of a Church
where we all used to play
Sunday, February 1, 2009
on idling
i like to spend my days
idle
thinking nothing but thoughts
that will help me become less idle,
that will help me move forward
in the aisle of life
yet i cannot proceed;
my mind is stuck on an island
where if you bleed,
you bleed
and you're stranded,
standing there in the sand
all alone and
there's nothing but watchmen on the boats
lying down on a supposedly supportive
ocean bed
i stretch my spiritless hand out
but they're all laying there
lifeless on an ocean bed
i often wonder if they know they're dead
but as long as the boat keeps moving
at least they're getting ahead
idle
thinking nothing but thoughts
that will help me become less idle,
that will help me move forward
in the aisle of life
yet i cannot proceed;
my mind is stuck on an island
where if you bleed,
you bleed
and you're stranded,
standing there in the sand
all alone and
there's nothing but watchmen on the boats
lying down on a supposedly supportive
ocean bed
i stretch my spiritless hand out
but they're all laying there
lifeless on an ocean bed
i often wonder if they know they're dead
but as long as the boat keeps moving
at least they're getting ahead
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Monday, September 24, 2007
Crystal World
this crystal world
is a binary world;
first we live
in the peaks of the snow white sky,
and then we're drowning
under frozen stagnant waves.
our bodies thin while we
whirl in the sky
blissfully,
and then our bliss is
broken, and our
stone bodies
stagger and fall
to the bottom of the ocean,
and there we sleep,
at last.
the ice in the morning
wakes us up,
and we begin
to float again.
is a binary world;
first we live
in the peaks of the snow white sky,
and then we're drowning
under frozen stagnant waves.
our bodies thin while we
whirl in the sky
blissfully,
and then our bliss is
broken, and our
stone bodies
stagger and fall
to the bottom of the ocean,
and there we sleep,
at last.
the ice in the morning
wakes us up,
and we begin
to float again.
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