August 23, 2010 § Leave a comment
All along the open eastern shore,
Where dreams and reality they play once more,
And gaze upon the travelers and the traveled,
Who never found what they were looking for.
August 5, 2010 § Leave a comment
Malevolence raises its pretend hand once again
To show us the true nature of its beast.
We sit ‘neath the tree of life,
A loving wife of evolution’s taking.
Sunday morning becomes another day
For frolicking in the western sun,
Never knowing the wherefors for whys
Or the wind blowing ways.
August 2, 2010 § Leave a comment
Sunday’s shadow leaves Monday looking back in vain
At what possibilities that she mistook for fame,
And left her sneezing at the chosen one’s pain,
Handed down to him by those he can’t contain.
Fall freely blossom bird.
Your thunder yet is sounding
Upon the rolling hills
That divide the meadow.
The gardens live on
And grow though they stand
A million miles from home,
Or what we once did call.
Spin child, spin, upon higher grounds.
They cling to one another, with such atomic force
And their hydrogen hands, held in hand
For the world to see, though not set free.
Summer’s clown cries softly beneath his smile.
Not one sees his deep longing,
His tiresome glow,
Below his painted skin.
April 8, 2010 § Leave a comment
The undercurrents of society flow,
Like dreaming fog lights caught in the undertow.
A lone warrior fights only with himself,
So that soon one day he can be put on the shelf,
Ready to be picked at the drop of a hat,
Sadly misused I know not what is said.
Forty two mistletoe drive is where my baby lies, under the shade of my boondocks ride, so long and farewell my princess belle, no two times go together very well.
March 30, 2010 § Leave a comment
Open wide, ready to receive.
Tell me are you ready to believe?
Rock ‘n’ roll will surely save your soul
From the other pretenders to the throne.
March 29, 2010 § Leave a comment
These four walls
Familiar yet new
Preys upon dreams
Sets its goals
Upon those who crave
The glory days
Built up from birth
They permeate all forms
Of things that touch
The human heart
The human mind
The human soul
They serve themselves
They serve themselves
There they stand
Like new again
In the mind
Think tank back
Spots on the map
Where we’ve been
What we’ve seen
Who we are
Refects upon today
Looks the other way
Ghosts of the past
They haunt the ground
And alter the course
Of travelling ground
Those that rise above
Seem somehow to know
That they are the ones
Needed in the plows
That grow the fields
Of wicked wheat
And then there are
Those that are unknown
Here as nothing
There as something
Also an expance of futures
Calling and drawing
In all directions
And for all reasons
They can’t get enough
And you push some aside
Only to have them
More overtly contrive
A decent explanation
For what they provide
Soon they say
We will be
And it is believed
But the truth is alive
In what we provide
The outcome of which
Is nothing without
March 26, 2010 § 2 Comments
As time sweeps on into the endless night
And dreams become our true identity
The sights we see are figured in the light
Of mute discourse and blind reality
So while we look to them through tainted lens
Consuming with delight what they provide
We find this is the way our journey ends
And take the memories we’ve found inside
But soon will come a time when all is lost
And rearranged in light of new Divine
To set ourselves for once at any cost
A journey to the stars that will not shine
And what we once mistook as saving grace
Will rise and fall through endless time’s embrace