signs that my mind isnt living. I'm not awake. An insatiable taste for lavish and excitement. something new, no rules nor requirements. Carpe diem to the fullest so I can say I was alive. that I lived, that I dreamed. Dreaming of dreams bigger than my town, the city downtown where the lights are pretty I want to look up and have a breath in the night air. Gaping at the lights. The lights I dreamt of seeing when I became alive.
The world has gone crazy
There is turmoil every where
Divisions all around
It seems like people
Are going backwards
Falling darker into the night
Falling deeper into the void
Living with hate in their hearts
Living at the brink of nothing
Living with depression
Living with despair
Without an ounce of grace
Moving further away from the light
Every thing goes these days
Without any sense of control
People have lost their minds
And it seems to get worst every day
But even through all the craziness
Even through all of the chaos
Even through all of the darkness
There is a part of me that is excited
Excited to see what is to come
We live on the brink
There is a chasm before us
We are just about to jump
And we are about to cross
Even as crazy as life might seem
There is still hope, love, grace, and mercy
And there are still miracles hiding in the dark
We just have to know where to look
To see the goodness and the light
That is waiting for us to accept it
To acknowledge that its there
Once you do life takes on a different tone
It takes on a whole new beauty and purpose
You start to see just how wonderful and crazy times
We are living in and you can become excited to
Living with light and grace and hope
And learning how to spread that sense of excitement
To everyone you meet
The excitement built as I approached the station
you could smell the smoke from the engine.
Before you entered the stations enticing doors
you could see the shunter's in the sidings.
Black smoke and steam rising blending into one
the joy of the impending journey had begun.
Our memories are often all we have left
of the days we were young as age creeps on.
Bad thoughts fade as you only think of the good
steam trains dominated when I was a lad.
Boys then all wanted to be the driver of the train
in the early days of Elizabeth's reign.
Far less roads and motor vehicles to pollute
the countryside was virgin more rural.
An era when trains had more lines to travel
a pleasure for everybody to go roving.
A special treat to get people to the coast
an adventure not something to boast.
Looking at the chaos around us now
my young days were glorious.
Before the innocence was drained in the ether
simplicity the key to sanity.
A day train spotting was the weekend treat
then was very hard to beat.
The holiday to the Isle Of Wight by steam train
then across on the ferry I remember.
When my special mother was there very much alive
the past is the past now my memory.
Unique I learned I am not, millions feel the same
staring at a faded picture in an old frame.
Rekindles that long gone excitement.
The Foureyed Poet.
That's how you make my world appear
That's how you turn me around, my dear
A tidal wave
That is my life, that's how it feels
You blow me away
I wish you'd always stay right here
When I looked at you, the world
The world has started making sense
And when I try to hold your hand
I feel alive, that's common sense
When you look at me, my life
My life turns out to be all great
And when I feel that I'm worthless
"You're made of gold" that's what you say
Don't choke on your excitement, spit it out!
It's not like you can swallow and digest it, it isn't made for the human body-
Over-excitement is a fatal disease, don't let it overcome your sanity, your common sense.
Keep your head on loose, but not too loose, it might fall off, and once off, it's rather easily lost..
But remember to not wind it too tight, the dangers there are nearly overwhelming, it could pop off from the tension,
or burrow downward, and it's always unpleasant to dig anything out your posterior.