from the deadness of an empty dream
One memory flashes past my ear
oh the madness
one note seems to reappear
from the factory of my soul
I’m a ball of missing pieces
rolling, rolling, to and fro
everything sticks to me
my problems seem to grow
the madness of that silent note
just wont let me go
so far from where I came
so near to all my fears
I’m about to just let go
And I hear that one note say….
nothing so meaningless
something so awful
‘You’ll never be….anything!”
one note away and I’ll be free
You'll never be a part of me!
a fog clears, the day brightens
the mask drops from my face
looking into myself, unafraid
I knew you were there
now you see what I see
Untied from the past, free at last!

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I stood against the wall
I heard their screams

the night carried on
the plight existed
a pall was in the air
in the naked light I saw
their homes were broken

I stood against the wall
I heard their screams

looking across the room
etched lightly with dirt and spit
a child held an umbrella
the sky wept loudly
and I saw a child shivering

I stood against the wall
I heard their screams

Mother leaned over a ***** sink
Father too tired to come home
tired songs played on the radio
where is a child to go
in this world, quivering


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Let moon beams sail from the sky
while cotton clouds waste in the sun
white egrets slumber in the march
see the sunken shadows laying still.
All is, was and will be sets quietly
let time breath again in your chest
allow the naked truth to come freely
on the fields of your wider tomorrow.
Pray awake upon this your dawning
lay hold the flower of your delight
step lightly on the grass that waits
you shall walk this way but once.
Like the ringing of a note moves on
so life is a circled flow you will travel
life is a procession of hours you spend
let the knotted thread of death unwind.
Given from our Fathers in Ivory towers
for sacred truths, which must be lived
the breathings of man is a Godly virtue
timeless air, filling your soul with light.
Into the breast of the beast…a man
forgiveness, a sorrow learned imperfect
pushed to the utter ends, we forgive
and enter into the newness of Christ.
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There is no tomorrow for us
today is nearly gone

Come away with me my love
upon the lyre’s song

Upon the sun moving fast
our days will soon be past

In the calling of your lips
the time falls away

In the dangling of your hair
my tongue is tied

In the saturation of your eyes
I am drown with love

In the blossom of your *******
my heart seeks pleasure

In the fleeting move of your hips
the moon casts its last shadow

In the weight of your smile
all the world sits still

Be mine tonight my love
forgive all my lies

Let us repose in a bed of earth
embracing the fate of death

Let us recall our fondest days
while the stars circle the sun

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If words could dance on a page
would they tip-toe into your heart
would they swing across the page
would they twist and turn all night

They can bring you to sights unseen
they can melt your heart, make you sing
they can make you rise out of your seat
they can make you run fast on your feet

Words often crumple to the floor and fall
tattered words left to weather in the sun
they seem to stay right where they are
like litter sprayed across a broken wall

Pick up a book see what reads on the page
fill your minds with unspoken expressions
go to all the places your imagination wills
a menagerie of collected thoughts and ideals

A poet is a beggar stealing words for free
a writer is a soul warming his own heart
a reader on the other hand is a dreamer
with thoughts of traveling to distant parts

If words could dance on a page
would they tip-toe into your heart
would they swing across the page
would they twist and turn all night

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The creep of death, likened to a knife
slices silently through the barrier of life
a door between here and there slides to
and now your life stands in the divide

The boil of doubt bites, begins to simmer
for a stain has now plied from your soul
the morning after, in quite stares, ponder
what, what if, why, when, how, not now!

When I die I want to lay in a bed of roses
in a rented open casket, before I burn
To spread my ashes in a rose garden
blooming in scents, from a golden urn

Life is poetic, death is invincible justice
for life can’t last forever,  as does death
life is a gift, a trial time spent, breathing
between our heartbreaks and triumphs

Between babies eyes, and Decembers
in our first steps, and our falling downs
folding hands in changing seasons of time
in memories shadow, life is remembered

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I put the church away from me
But God never left me alone
I told the minds of men to go home
Wisdom has shown me a new day
I saw the poorman as simple men
the beggar as someone without a friend
the homeless without a voice to say
“I too am just like you in every way”
I see people reach for worldly goods
my thinking says they’ve misunderstood
it’s not the gold or silver lining in the cloud
it’s Gods favor he should treasure so proud
And when I humbly walk beside you now
it will be to help you or show you how
just what makes the world go round
how God leads you without a sound
Should you see me passby your day
let each of us bow to each others way
knowing God asks us to only pray
men might hear God in what we say
Namaste
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