Everyday
waking
to new life
the only thing that is
is now

What to do
While the sky
Is still light blue

What to do
When boredom
I desire to subdue

It hurts me so
To not know
Where my customer could go
He was old
But kind
And you are cold
You not care
I ask to where?
You know not
You only know your contact
You care only about a contract
I fear the worst
But expect nothing
Mr. John klein
You were certainly kind

Someone had asked
Hello, what does it mean
I think i have found
I think i have finally seen
What hello actually means
Its more of a question
Than a greeting
It asking for a hand
A hand to help guide
And move you along
Its the bridge of language
From me to you
Hello
Do you choose to cross the bridge i have made new?

"Why must it be me?"
The words of a bleeding man
Bandages in hand

And so I thought
Why not
As I walked to the park
As it's dark

Anxiety
Threatened to **** me
So im going to sit
Amongst the trees
And the leaves
And just be
Just be me

Cigar in my hand
No words
No plans
Just me
And poetry

I got ice cream today
And to several girls
I would have liked to say
Hey
Did I?
Nay

I cant keep up with my thoughts
So I dont
I just remain lost
But not here where I sit
Where suburbia splits

Here
I am safe
I can think of no better place

Nothing better compliments my rhymes
Than the gentle sound of wind chimes

Hidden meaning within my words
Every word you read
Like a window without blinds
People outside can see

Maybe you have to look harder
Everything seems so lonely

Heavy hands
Grasping tight
Paper reflecting
Dull green light

From a distance
Demands be made
Any normal man say
I just want payed

Being no normal man
Hollow green not
in any of my plans

Green of earth
is where i choose to search
im sick of this rich mans work

Being free
For one day less
Than a week

Free to be
Anything
Free to be
Me

I love to create
And explore
Making songs
Or giving to the poor

Now
Alone again
Solitude greets me
Greasy
And
Sweaty

Doing
What I am told
Forced
To be afraid
Of being bold
Forced
To be cold
Or dare to be scold
Working
For shiny gold

It makes me feel old

Sun whered you go
Hiding behind those clouds
Youve got me wishing now
That you were around

Come warm the ground
Come warm the air
Warm everything that surrounds
Me

Youve left cause shes gone
Yeah aint no sunshine now
And shes always gone too long
Anytime she goes

I wonder
Is she gone to stay...

The days of little sun
Are the days we are forced
To find light elsewhere

If only i could tell you
the meaning of my dreams

Only ever consisting of
The wildest, craziest things

Like being atop a roof
of a giant, Giant Eagle building

One that I so easily scaled
I must be good at climbing...

But why?
Maybe i just like the feeling
of being high

Or maybe
Im with the feeling of one
with the sky

A wolfs tail
Is not held high
By the questions
Of why

"Money cannot buy happiness"
I often say
That does not mean
I missed work today

This day is a day for play
My creativity is poking me
Shouting
Hey!

Aware am I
All the things around
I want to write them all
Write them all down!

I want to play
A pretty guitar
I want to end
The working day!

What do you see,
when you look in the mirror?

Do you look past the surface,
To look behind your own eyes?

Do you see all the memories,
Good and bad inside?

Do you see the future,
And what you plan to be?

All the land,
people,
And places you'll see?

Do you find your imagination,
Turning yourself gray?

Or the fire,
To keep you warm in old age?

Well,
I see a crown,
For the life I will rule one day.

I see a world,
Shaped like clay.

I see all my people,
Happy at play.

I want to write a song
A poem, a book, a script
I want to write a sonnet
What ever that is
I just want to write anything
Feel the words flow through me
This morning I can't think of anything
No topics to explore
No conversations of how I slept the night before
So I'll just write about writing
Writing about me writing about writing
I slowly tap the tiny squares on a screen
If any old poet could imagine
The ways that we write now

I write
All these words

Emotion coloured ink
Life size paper
Pineal gland pen

Stew them together
In such a way
It forms a key

Releasing the real me

The end of a year
The beginning of the next
And all the events
That between interject

Silly party people and silly party games
Drinking until
We forget people's names
But yours will always remain

It's been a mural upon my brain

If i spent all my time
Making up rhymes
And all the less time
With corona and limes
Maybe id be
Just a little less blind
Maybe have a real taste
Like lifes greater divine

I am blinded by poetry
I know you feel its energy

When emotion feels good
When you're in that perfect mood
The world seems so smooth
As it's conforming to your groove

People become people
Not just hollow shells
With your mind atop a steeple
You see the shining belle

The world is great on this day
From your path you will not stray

Forward
And back
Directions
Taken by the pack

When I hear
Forward
Or back
I instantly think
My perspective
You obviously lack

Ive given up
On holding on
Im done with that
Im letting go

Its a feeling now like falling
With no anchor to my mind
I cant really tell whats up
Whats down

Like water with no gravity
Just floating
Moving
To anywhere but where i know