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Alan S Bailey Apr 2015
Without asking for more than the simple sweet simplicities,
I am bounded by the same laws and rules for life.
No use in explaining the values of eccentricities,
We are all tools for the media, for what they strive.
A product of the temptation for power over others, we will stay
The same forever, entrapped in ice with our sisters and brothers,
The silly dreams we have, our pursuits. A tiny bit of concern to the
Rich-who live to find the right eye liner, lip gloss-or the best set of
Nine Irons for golfing or business suits. Some day they will
Get what they deserve, some day...some day.
*But too bad for me, some day came a little too late...
Alan S Bailey Apr 2015
I was a zygote swimming in a pool of natural
Energy, just right for the formation of life.
We were all just so, had there been chemistry?
Had there even been a magical mystery to this
Formation of the being, their biological clocks
Ticking against the backdrop of evolutionary Zion
Time, the want of stepping outside oneself, knowing?
This is that zygote, it's chemistry a part of all things,
All creations of this world, the same as this solar system,
Comprised of all of the natural energy that was formed
So many billions of years ago, just like a nucleus presence,
A fire...sparked by other star kindling, a mystery indeed...
Without any solid chemical biology of science.
In the human body? Oxygen, Hydrogen, Carbon, Nitrogen,
Calcium Phosphorous, and in the sun? Hydrogen, Nitrogen,
Yes even Oxygen, as well as Carbon. I think you see that
There is a valid connection.
Alan S Bailey Apr 2015
I'm a magician,*

Everywhere, every day I do magic, the magic that no one sees,
It is quite silent-the kind you can't hear, the forest for the trees.
Changing, rearranging the whole world "as good as new,"
Flash of fire lightning and rain and a sea was parted too!
Frightened figures hold each other, the earth it shakes,
The vaguest of lost lovers, the energy each marriage takes.
I'm  a person on a mission, I'm a magician, pulling rabbits
Out of hats, telling people run for cover from the "vampire"
Bats. I'm a stranger on a mission as a faith magician what
Could it be? I'm here to preach to you about a God
You can not see! So now that I've told you all that
He's real he is all that you will ever know or feel.
Alan S Bailey Apr 2015
A long time ago we'd go on outings
To see the natural world in all it's glory
I never really appreciated it enough,
Now after all this time I'm in mourning,
Life is but a blank wall, a passing day,
A pay check, a distant smile, sometimes,
I laugh when the timing is right anyway,
A solemn quiet giggle, waiting in food lines,
Doesn't it seem over the years something changes?
Every day just goes on to become a blur,
Nothing but vagabonds, hustlers and strangers,
I wonder what would be if natures voice were heard?

Seeking answers, help, I cry out, but no one is here for me,
Warmth, sunshine, the fresh ocean breeze, clouds floating,
It's all I can do to try to remember the rushing river, the path,
The fresh grass with the morning dew, free to choose ******.
It's all anyone can do. No one else seems to care but me,
I guess it's not very important to love nature, but hey,
At least you can always count on it being solid and free.
Everyone loves this country, everyone worships it,
It's imposing laws, it's noisy planes, it's pollution,
They never seem to be bothered by it one bit.
But me, I'd rather disappear than go on like this for life,
I need to find an unreal miracle magical solution,
Lucky me...no one shares my wish to move, my dream...
Just a memory!
Alan S Bailey Apr 2015
The sun filled with a brightness, a flame so hot,
A white inferno that was all but witnessed from Mars,
This strange moment that came about in moments
As the sky filled with non-existent sparkling stars
And that night a bright one in the background,
Each day the sky a deep purple surrounded by clouds,
This quiet unending force that appears to have no sound,
What could it be? Why don't the people speak?
Either way no one else cares, nobody but me,
I'll be the only one, even when the sun "goes down."
Alan S Bailey Apr 2015
Miles and miles of emptiness abound,
Amidst a flowerless field the life is charcoal,
Ashen with soot and grime, this musty all around,
The scars of yesterday can still ensure rich gold,
If you take the past and forget it you can,
Insensitive is the way of the money maker,
It's just a hog, or a dog rapper, this silly dance,
A vase of roses next to a used up homeless man.
This world is filled with both dark and light,
Give and take,
So why do we give to ourselves more?
The pieces fit if we just use our open minds sight.
Alan S Bailey Apr 2015
There are two kinds of people in this world.
The ones who are quite important and win,
Then there are the rest of us who fail,
Who lament, who need "Dad's" lessons,
Followers who never were worth "a cent."
Who am I? I'm nobody, but in my dreams
I can do magic, I can fly, I'm wise and useful,
To the rest of the world this unsung hero is a zero
To be completely honest, realistic and truthful.
I know...I'm probably ironically the only IDIOT here who can fail at a poem about being "a failure..." SIGH...
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