...crippled girl in a crippled world....
with straight sticks to walk with.
...eyes that see you look away and back again...
with a smile this time...
and wonder why you didn't smile last time...
...her legs don't work right and so she's wrong...
and will be till she's like the rest of the world..........................
Dec 8, 2015
Dec 8, 2015 at 5:24 PM UTC
Looking at life in terms of building
a planned unison of angles
lines, textures, visions of construction
devices of change,
designed to shape the fluid setting
power is re-viewed, re-visited, and re-arranged
channeled through the chosen tool
to become a force
that gently strikes at the world
until it is worn away
and becomes perceptibly different
talk, talk
talk, talk
A silent change consumes you
and you become.............................................................................
quietly different
and you begin to fade
from there. to here
where the processes are constructed
the workshop of my chosen life
pull, cut, pull, cut
pull, cut, hammer, pull, cut
reality becomes constructed
observations become utilized
the past begins to speak
and the fingers touch the string
and they begin to fly
singing their song, till a vision is shaped
a vision only a builder's eyes can perceive
and the builder begins to smile,
and glow, and half-hum and half-sing
some forgotten builder's song
And when his eyes, through a chosen glance,
touch yours and appear to be quietly reaching
no doubt they are, no doubt they are,
smiles the builder..............................................
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 5:33 PM UTC
lovers of love
trying to find the key
of perpetual motion
of perpetual people
losing and winning again
crying in the mist of it all
laughing in your sleep
thinking mostly
"what in the world "
" what in the world "
feelings that over-ride
your concepts
images that can't be defined
people that weigh you down
clowns of all description
clowns in many disguises
clowns with make-up all amiss
bringing you chuckles
for no apparent reason
sadness of a clown's song
horns that will always be flat
sighs so deep, so forbidding
teachings from another time
too many "Bozos"
to many big shoes
cast your lashings away
and set sail for the moon
it's waiting to greet you
again...................................................................
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 5:21 PM UTC
soft the night time hours
when your lady's here
right by your side
and she wipes away
all those
deep
dark
sighs
and you begin to fly
alone
together
and she looks at you
like she really wants to know
and she looks at you with
soft eyes
soft clothes
and she takes you
where you
never thought you'd be tonight
feeling just right
right now
feeling just right some how
and it's all because
of this lady
lady of the morning
lady of the night
lady of the evening
lady of my heart tonight
no fights tonight
no fights tonight
yes
yes.................................................
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 9:11 AM UTC
love is fast cars
and girls with the pretty hair
love is fast cars
taking you anywhere
gitty up lets go
drive me fast
dont drive me slow
thats what
love is
Dec 5, 2015
Dec 5, 2015 at 8:58 AM UTC