I held her heart in a silver box,
So it would be so close to me,
But in the doing of such a deed,
I lost her heart eventually.

Held dear the moments locked in time,
So I could watch them lonely days later,
But soon forgot that she was yet here,
To help create new ones still so dear.

When everything you hold so precious,
Comes crashing down in rapid pace,
You're lost in crazy, nonsensible things,
And feel like your so troubled in time.

But could I know each day was a gift,
That time is such a harsh mistress true,
Yet, everyday that passed so swift,
Can not be so recovered with love true.

I looked so lengthly upon her sweet face,
To form an image I could easily create,
But forgot how the moments spent so close,
Would someday be washed along the shore.

I kissed her face and held her body tight,
As though she'd leave so suddenly,
But I could not prevent her soon departure,
With promises of a future love and hope.

So, I held her heart in a silver box,
But found no comfort from the gazing of,
Then thought and thought how I had wished,
To have her walk through my front door.

Tonight I throw the gaunlet away,
Because I just don't give a ****,
I've tried to save me from myself,
But everything looks better another day.

Picked up the pieces of my wanton past,
Looked in the mirror and saw a boring man,
Held onto memories as long as I could,
But now I just want to lie down and sleep.

How things just don't end up as we planned,
Took me into a deep, deep well of despair,
For such a long and lingering time here and now,
A zombie was my best impersonation of all.

Called everyone I thought would tell me sense,
Checked all the neighbors, who didn't care,
Waited patiently until my patience stole away,
While sitting on my front porch chair at night.

Maybe, I'll just give it one more good try,
To vanquish my sorrow and pain I have,
While waiting for the miracles that never come,
To try and reinvent me one more time.

With this mind I hereby wed,
This I do before I'm dead,
In hopes that you will love me, too,
This confirmation I give to you.

In case dear death should be here soon,
I give you the heavens and the sumptous moon,
And pulling down the sky to soon reveal,
That all is fair in loving and hearts to steal.

Your hand so firmly grasped in mind,
Tonight you'll see some magic we find,
We will most definately so melt together,
We'll soar like eagles, birds of a feather.

So, tell dear Mother and Father at home,
You know you'll  travel with me alone,
We'll search the world for a place to stay,
The world's our oyster at Oyster Bay.

Then step aside you detractors and fools,
My passion for you, no doubt won't cool,
We'll love like school children of long ago,
Take love so lingering and lasting slow.

The cavern where the secrets lie,
Can make us laugh, or make us cry,
But that is where the soul can dwell,
Hidden deep in darkness we might tell.

The moments when we find us fools,
When blistering hot can sometimes cool,
We look at us in mirrors with hope,
How does the human race so cope?

We laid our plans and navigated the course,
With lofty praise and some fine discourse,
Lifted high our images on weakened thrones,
The arrogant, or how they still can drone.

Through clouds of conscious with mirky lies,
We plow beneath the ground the weak who cry,
March onward with fervent, eager lost thoughts,
The price of destruction, oh what the cost.

Then marauding time still forges fast,
This world we created will perpetually last,
Until the last human being can admit to say,
We lived in darkness just one more day.

Sometimes, things can go so wrong,
Sometimes, people want to hurt you so,
But you must maintain a heartfilled song,
Cause days will truly come and finally  go.

At times, when you're feeling very  low,
At times, nothing seems to go so  right,
You have to learn we must take some blows,
Keep on living and keep up the heavenly fight.

Because, life is not always pretty and painless,
Because, we can't always know what's lies ahead,
We must hold on tight when facing this test,
That life gives us wherever we are always  led.

I know, if you hold on so  tightly to me,
I know, there is nothing we can't  weather,
When I wake with my eyes so ever seeing,
My burdens coming will be light as a feather.

Sometimes, life can give us some hope and worry,
Sometimes, we must keep forging through  the storm,
I know that we'll walk through the storm and flurries,
I know we'll learn to know why we were born.

So....you hate me and think I'm a fool,
A lost, simpleminded forgettable tool,
Someone who knows not what life is about,
You stand right in front of me beginning to shout.

The first, few words,  I heard so closely I say,
But after those words all your others went away,
I looked and looked in your eyes full of hate,
I'll take in a movie, is it still too late?

You stamp your feet like a locomotive in motion,
I'm not listening now with your horrible notions,
I feel a laugh swelling deep inside of my mind,
Your nasty and pushy and mostly not kind.

I glad for the earplugs pushed deep in my ears,
Hoping you won't notice them, this is my fear,
And as you get redder and your blood now is hot,
I'm glad that your leaving, your company not.

So....as the door slams and silence fills the air,
I wonder why you really thought I would care,
But how it now shows you that love sometimes sours,
No movie tonight with the now late, late hours.

Mumpity, flumpity, flickety flo,
Skippedy, whippedy, whatate is so.
Nannity, sanity, banality more,
Appity, slappity, slippery ore.

This it the language of garrilous gores,
Plumpity, uppity, nackity nor,
Willowby, silloby, mackity, lore,
Sit by the window you hippety ***.

Africaty, molassesity, whoppity wo,
Laughity, screetchity, eachity sore,
Walk in a willow and trees are abore,
Sit by the window you willowby store.

A woman's body was found today,
Just laying lifeless in a ditch,
Her eyes were still just like a church,
Where souls get lost without a hope.

A child was beaten and died today,
Poor, little dear did nothing wrong,
But still some innocent left this world,
Because the madness reigned supreme.

A little, black girl so beautiful to see,
Was hunted down and murdered so,
Just like as though she never existed,
Left in the pile of humans gone.

I heard the news let out a scream,
Some other lover killed their love,
In a most heated passion of hate,
Put forth the means to silent a soul.

I looked to Heaven with tired eyes,
The tears of Heaven flowed down in rain,
The clouds so parted to show God's face,
With sadness in his countenance now.

This cup of life has not fulfilled,
My every longing quest to live,
Nor, has the tempest of the sea,
So drowned a sorrow and aching soul.

It seemed that when a life began,
The endless possibilities reigned,
With all the moments given to me,
To build some sort of life, you see.

But it was such a challenge, yes,
To predetermine the course to follow,
Yet, try so desperately little man,
To find a place where I belonged.

To reinvent what's lost in time,
Almost an event so impossible,though,
I struggled here and there to be,
More than what God had given freely.

Then morning comes one day you see,
That all emcompassing time is passed,
When we sit back to examine the road,
To how we arrived so quickly here.

But beats a heart with a directive to live,
Pounds ever hard to save what is left,
We look to the future with earnest means,
To be more than than the sum of me.

This cup of life has not fulfilled,
My every longing quest to live,
Nor, has the tempest of the sea,
So drowned a sorrow and aching soul.

It seemed that when a life began,
The endless possibilities reigned,
With all the moments given to me,
To build some sort of life, you see.

But it was such a challenge, yes,
To predetermine the course to follow,
Yet, try so desperately little man,
To find a place where I belonged.

To reinvent what's lost in time,
Almost an event so impossible,though,
I struggled here and there to be,
More than what God had given freely.

Then morning comes one day you see,
That all emcompassing time is passed,
When we sit back to examine the road,
To how we arrived so quickly here.

But beats a heart with a directive to live,
Pounds ever hard to save what is left,
We look to the future with earnest means,
To be more than than the sum of me.

If love be lost when trials begin,
And all the time ends swift in sin,
Then how can we rebuild our hearts,
From end to beginning with a start?

If pain is passed like bread that's baked,
When no one faces the pains they staked,
Then how can forgiveness soon show its face,
If no one is willing to run this tempered race?

So easily the fingers point harsh to the source,
Who caused the hurt and ran the wild course,
With anger bursting forth in heated flames,
Again what matters is who's to blame.

Yet time and time we so desperately try to mend,
To stop the blood flow and with a message send,
That once we loved each other so eager to be,
But now we are blinded and can no longer see.

Another casualty the world will not soon post,
Because we care not on who loves another the most,
With worldwide motion of people with lives to live,
We've little time to solve this problem and to give.

A cliche, yet I know it's true,
But you were such a beauty,too,
If anymore the sculptor could do,
He couldn't mold another you.

Each inch so placed so finely there,
Yes, God knew how to really care,
The moment time came standing still,
This empty man stood now fulfilled.

You gazed upon me so circumspect,
Your friends on me were so correct,
That I would need your very soul,
To calm my beast, still out of control.

Where now we stood your passion flew,
Into my heart now furnished new,
I reached to touch your precious skin,
In hopes this isolation soon would  end.

But like a dream so simple to spin,
I knew this pleasure would abuptly end,
So holding you tight, to secure my mind,
I held you close, just this one last time.

This old house, made just of wood,
For years so proudly how it has stood,
Perched high upon the hill nearby,
The memories sweet, and some we cried.

The roof was sturdy through many days,
When storms came crashing in the ways,
With rain that beat at times like a foe,
Deep inside was where the love  still flowed.

We painted it when time came round,
From very top to the bottom ground,
Polished the windows till shinny bright,
Our old house standing, a lovely sight.

Hung a porch swing for all to share,
Forgot our troubles, the devil may care,
Hugged one another on colder nights,
Inside the swing there were no fights.

The rickety furniture inside was there,
But comfort was not on them to bare,
And all the winter with quilts piled high,
We slept like dreamers, not knowing why.

So, as I leave old house to go,
Inside my heart, I still love it so,
And no matter where life now leads me on,
Still at the old house is where I belong.

Love
Love
Love

Hope
Hope
Hope

Time
Time
Time

Is
now
now
gone

So, now,  my father you stand alone,
Inside your world, your silent zone,
With weary eyes you consume the room,
Your body has mastered the eventual gloom.

Through mindless years you toiled the Earth,
Each day with repetition, your pain gave birth,
You looked to the seasons to show you how,
What will you do, since impending death is now?

Neglected dreams lay wasting away,
The times you wished the words to say,
With lack of love you hurt those who cared,
The misadventures no longer there.

The loves of life who passed slippery on by,
With nights of regret, your soul still cried,
When on the brink of madness, you thought to say,
There's retribution with much hope left to pay.

So, stoically you now sit in the revolving chair,
Such weather-worn eyes, you remain and stare,
While waiting like a lifeless, worn, lost, angry man,
You endure the moment, the one last stand.

Sweet the lilacs fill the room,
Soft the evening glowing moon,
Energetically, the crickets call,
Hear the footsteps down the hall.

Bulbs burning, shadowy light,
Doors creaking in busy night,
Muffled conversations from nextdoor,
Mysteries stirring with silence no more.

Distant radio with old songs gone by,
Some are laughing, some to cry,
Into the evening we feel the glow,
Of living life we all still know.

Outside my window the breeze comes in,
Inside my head, the world still spins,
My heart is beating to this rustling about,
I hear some people outside they shout.

Dogs in distant lengths still bark,
Some on the city for a moments lark,
There are those tucked softly in bed,
With no sugar plum fairies inside their head.

And so, I chuckle inside my being,
Of all the night and what's been seeing,
I turn to go to bed to finally rest,
This living life is still the best.

The bright city lights, burning a hole in my eyes,
Loud noises, day and night, high overhead,
The pollution and the environment slowly dying,
I think I open a bottle of wine, listen to the Dead.

The endless people, shouting obsentities in traffic,
Longest lines in grocery and department store lines,
Hunting to find some green grass, I think I'm sick,
This city living is no longer alluring, so undevine.

Think I'll pack up the car, call some friends,
Pack a cooler with food and ice-cold drinks,
Take the undiscovered road, where it might end,
Cause I want to breathe clean air that doesn't stink.

Will head up to the mountains, where I can think,
Deep inside the pine trees and foilage everywhere,
Leave all my worries, for a moment, soul will link,
With the purity where it's life daily with no cares.

Will hug my wife to my heart on cold nights,
Start a fire raging in the fireplace, to keep warm,
Listen to the crickets and the birds, no fright,
As the center of nature surrounds and swarms.

Goodbye concrete jungle, so long rat race,
Sell our city home, build a log cabin in the middle,
Of the forest, where there's a much slower pace,
And nothing's taken for granted, nothing is little.

See her coming down the street,
Her clothes so perfect, her hair so neat,
The makeup on her face is placed so fine,
I think Mrs. Philips is so devine.

I watch her whisk along the way,
Her smile is bright, there's nothing to say,
She opens an umbrella, it begins to rain,
My obsession with her is so insane.

She enters yet another retail store,
The clerk who meets her is such  a bore,
But she, like an angel, brightens up the day,
I love Mrs. Philips, what can I say?

I can't imagine a word she shares,
Isn't full of magic, the devil may care,
Her shoes so shiny, her demeanor kind,
I need Mrs. Philips, or loose my mind.

It is so sad that I'm only eighteen,
While she is wordly, the cosmopolitan scene,
But somewhere in my wildest dream,
Her love will make me feel serene.

So, now she exits the store, you see,
But doesn't look around, or see me,
Yet, I am there across the street,
Mrs. Philips, I hope some day to meet.

But there must be more time for me to grow,
My mind is young, with much to know,
And age is important, between people true,
I hope she'll wait and remain true blue.

If I could catch your tears in a cup,
I'd sprinkler them on flowers to grow,
Would hold them dear unto my heart,
So I could show you how not to cry.

If all of your pain could be placed in a box,
I'd close the lid and never let them show,
In order to contain the hurt and heartache,
So you could have more happier days to come.

If you could learn to share your heart,
I'd love you like we love the air we breathe,
So we could become close and share our lives,
Grow old together in good and bad times.

If all our hopes and dreams were painted on canvas,
We'd show the world how love is brighter than sorrow,
I'd hang the painting on the global wall of the world,
For all to admire and understand the purpose of life.

If I could explain how all the  good and bad are intertwined,
As all part of the ingredients that make all of our lives,
I'd stand and count the days of joy in how they had outnumbered,
All the lost and lonely times that sometimes seem to be endless.

The old man hunched over, slow to move,
Decided that this day, a honest day's labor,
Was just the ticket in order to have a day,
Productive and so lasting as the day was long.

He stretched and felt every muscle and bone,
Cry out to him in momentary pain and hurt,
But struggled, still, to dress himself alone,
In order to have a breakfast of eggs and toast.

The dinted coffee *** rattled on the stove,
The blinds were open to let in the light,
He put his breakfast on his plate of tin,
And commenced to eat in solitary fashion.

"Today's the day we build the wall,"
"You know, the one to keep the neighbor out,"
Because the neighbor was a persistant pest,
With constant hellos and meddling talk.

The old man bathed himself in silence,
Preferred to keep his thoughts secretly hidden,
Did not care for the company of idle fools,
Who didn't know what honest labor could do.

So, off to the work shed for his tools to begin,
The wall between the neighbor and him,
Walked to the place where walls are built,
Between the pastures of a neighboring farm.

The cold air felt like needles on his face,
The snow crunched repeatedly beneath his boots,
Wind hurtling gushs of shivering air,
With numbness in his toes he forged along.

Perhaps, a wall is something that builds itself,
Or maybe takes a long, long time to construct,
But determined in his quest for total privacy,
He must have felt a mission was his daily call.

"I'll build this wall, come hell and highwater,"
Despite the time of year being such a challenge,
Yet, when he knelt to gather his thoughts to begin,
He told himself tomorrow would be just as good.

Then, back he tredged to the house he had,
Where the fireplace roared and comfort awaited,
So, he could sip his tea and eat his evening meal,
While planning for tomorrow's daily labor.

Please hold my hand,
Gently walk me to the creek,
Dip my head underwater,
For salvation I seek.

Sing the spirituals loudly,
Tell my soul to take flight,
For away washed my sins,
I'm with the Saviour tonight.

Cleanse my evil that's lurking,
Some still left in my heart,
Wash away all the hatred,
Begin my new start.

Let me know I'm no loner,
A man lost on his path,
Give reasons for living,
With my spiritual bath.

Know that I am another,
Who was lost and is now found,
Let my soul soar the heavens,
With my feet on the ground.

Take my hand and slowly cover,
The hillside from the creek,
As we walk ever upward,
Salvation I seek.

Hot tea and cookies,
Some milk in the mix,
Remembering boyhood,
And picking up sticks.

Leaping and hopping,
Singing some songs,
Playing was magic,
All the day long.

Watching the clouds,
Floating on and on by,
Imagining monsters,
That live in the sky.

Riding our bikes,
Falling down hills,
Scrapping and bruises,
The death-defying spills.

Candy and cake,
Sweets never going away,
Living like gods,
On this wonderful day.

Youth and more youth,
Our blood boiling hot,
Living each moment,
When memories were not.

Laughing like mad men,
Being caught on the wind,
Not knowing the difference,
And life never ends.

Peace on a stick,
I think will do,
How about a taste,
Of peace for you?

Seen men **** men,
Beginning of time,
While some want love,
And nursery rhymes.

Watch society grow,
With technology true,
But humans shrink,
What can we do?

Watch disease ravish,
A nation of bright eyes,
With pollution rapant,
The hordes soon die.

Knew hope when young,
Sought love on the wind,
Lived life like a circus,
With salvation God send.

So, peace on a stick,
How about for you?
When peace finally comes,
What will we all do?

Peace on a stick,
I think will do,
How about a taste,
Of peace for you?

Seen men **** men,
Beginning of time,
While some want love,
And nursery rhymes.

Watch society grow,
With technology true,
But humans shrink,
What can we do?

Watch disease ravish,
A nation of bright eyes,
With pollution rapant,
The hordes soon die.

Knew hope when young,
Sought love on the wind,
Lived life like a circus,
With salvation God send.

So, peace on a stick,
How about for you?
When peace finally comes,
What will we all do?

Who am nothing,
A speck in the universe,
Wandering aimlessly,
Being noticed by none,
Not successful in life,
A brief, but brilliant interlude.

Sat myself down,
A silly, forgotten clown,
This time being all undone,
My tears begin to fall,
A body worn and torn by time,
Hauntingly unneeded,
I start to cry.

Who's there who wants me?
When will my life have meaning?
Lurching forward, a contorted blob,
Of a man so hoping for some glory,
But having no path put before me,
No master plan, or devious adventure,
I fall to earth in a pile of so.

If best to say farewell this time,
We must resolve to clear our minds,
For deep within my heart for you,
There's nothing that I wouldn't do.

To hold your  hand and kiss your face,
While holding you I feel at place,
To smell your body, so lovely to me,
With us I thought I now could see.

It's true with passion people are one,
To bask in glory in morning sun,
But stark reality sometimes it's true,
Sends people apart, what can we do?

So, now with love, I send you free,
To search the world for one not me,
But tears well up and flow like rain,
To see you go, while still I  remain.

Silent passes impending time,
We loose ourselves in nursery rhymes,
The daylight hours soon fade to night,
Our time on earth is lost in flight.

Each person forms a weave of life,
So interwoven they bring delight,
With some who turn the painful key,
Sometimes we're blind, but still we see.

We think unending time lives on,
We take for granted the brilliant dawn,
The nightime with it mysteries to show,
This time together moves very slow.

Yet, as we age, the flowers still bloom,
This living of life is not always doomed,
Perhaps, as age come marching along,
In latter years we still sing our song.

But blinking twice, my life was run,
Along the way some pain, some fun,
With people who blessed my silent soul,
The times I gave up full control.

Then now, they say I must pass on, you see,
What is a lifelong spirit supposed to believe?
I know  this trip that God so had given,
Belongs to only the ones still living.

Quiet in the dark, I hear her voice,
She speaks in riddles with no rhyme,
I press my ear against the cold plaster,
But she will speak when suited for her.

A long, mournful, cry forlorned, listening,
I speak so softly to whisper my desire,
But she will speak when her time comes,
I must be patient and wait a lingering time.

So buried long ago in this cold wall,
Long forgotten, but not forgiven locals say,
To why her fate came to her that long-ago day,
Is mysteries mystery I now must comtemplate.

When nothing comes, just like a blackened  void,
I call her name, so frantically in an audible voice,
But she will respond whenever the fancy hits her,
I must sit silent in case I miss her frigthened word.

Enough with civilities in playing a waiting game,
For her icy lips and cold-stone stare will surely come,
When walls of regret are torn down in self desire,
And I will gaze upon her skeletal soul to so define,
Why she is lost and buried so in walls sometime ago.

Prickly thorns have pierced my heart,
The blooming rose has lost its scent,
Deep in my body, the blood is flushed,
With all of my pain in you I now die.

How can you say our life together is over?
How can you toss me like forgotten dreams?
When will you tell me, my breath on the breeze,
Is deeply inhaled by your beautiful body?

Sunken like ships, my treasure now missing,
Lost forever lurking in some depths below,
I ache for the chance, the chance you've  not given,
To rise about oceans of tears and regrets.

Achingly searching and longing and lingering,
Traveling the earth like a wandering soul,
I long for the day that it's  all now forgiven,
And into your arms I am wrapped with desire.

Can you hear in your dreams, the crying that's there?
Do you see huddled masses with no food to bear?
Are there governments caring, another child dies,
In your dreams can you ignore all of their cries?

When the people who care come knocking your door,
Do you hide in the shadows, not giving no more?
Will the hand of the justice help suffering lives,
Is the long distance misery outside of our eyes?

When we crawl into bed with our comfort and thoughts,
Will we think of the people, the haves and have nots?
Did the day's hours and minutes bring fortune and fame,
Are we hoarding our treasures, as we're not to blame?

In the final analysis so calculated and fine,
Can you live with yourself and your singular mind?
Do you think because neighbors are doing so well,
That no one is starving as far as you can tell?

You're so pretty,
I want to eat you up.

I can taste the savory
skin that is yours.

The sweet smell of
your body makes
me cry with joy.

Your lovely hair
hangs like a ******
goddess, resting
softly on your shoulders.

You're too much, I feel
so faint from your  presence.

Your kiss sends shock waves
through my nimble body,
and I can sing in unison.

Can we just settle in,
And dance the dance of love?

Your gaze is so intoxicating.

The glass was full of hope and promise,
And drinking deep, I learned to live;
What twists and turns led me to linger?
Did not last but a moments glimpse.

I turned to see what weave we've woven,
Looked deep inside my heart and soul,
And every page that turned with reckless,
Abandonment of them too soon began.

What is this thing that life's about,
That keeps us slipping the slippery way?
If all our efforts filled some obscure book,
In the final analysis what did we say?

Before the day had dawned with beauty,
A life's beginning had middled away,
With soon the grayest of all  the graydom,
Came marching us into the grave.

Tonight I said goodbye,
Laid down to sleep and die,
Knew that the morning would be,
Without me don't you see?

Lost faith in everything,
No miracles to come and bring,
Gave up with my last folly,
I'm dying, oh by golly.

Can't be a hard thing to do,
Don't expect you'll shed boo hoo,
Looked into the abyss and knew,
This was the thing to do.

So, goodnight sweet prince I go,
To the darkness don't you know,
No more on Earth to wander,
No more the hurt and blunder.

Father, you left me,
Drove away without a thought,
And a small part of me died,
While my tears would not stop.

Questioned what was wrong,
With me, or with my appearance,
As I thought was I not handsome,
Was I not smart enough for you?

Maybe if I had been taller,
Or, if I had had some special talent,
You might have hesitated some,
Before you left me in the dark.

Maybe, if I had more friends,
Or had been more helpful to you,
You might have stopped and then,
Shut the car off and stayed longer.

Had to now prove always,
That I was loveable,
I was someone who needed,
To be important to others.

Went the extra mile,
When others didn't,
Tried so very hard and hard,
To be wanted and loved.

Father, you left me long ago,
As if I was insignificant and nothing,
And I, still trying to be wanted and loved,
Work harder than the others ever will.

Walked past life on my way to immortality,
Caught a glimpse of humanity along the way,
Staring directly into my mind and soul,
While I stumbled and fell and lost direction.

Got on board the eternal train to nirvana,
Held on tightly, hoping that I could find,
Another town, another face more friendly,
A place to rest my weary bones and heart.

Isn't this what we call living, being in the world,
Knowing our essense and finding where it belongs?
If we are all matter broken into a billion specks of light,
How do we know when we have finally reached the pinnacle?

Got off that spiritual train and started walking,
Stepping slowly onto the ground of knowledge,
Swinging my elongated body into lifetime motion,
Going faster and faster as my steps would allow.

Made it to a plateau where the grass seemed greener,
Looked up at the brightest, bluest sky you could find,
Breathed in the air, so clean and fresh to consume,
And asked is this where I am supposed to be?

hello

                                    is anyone still listening?

                                             if you are there,
                          
                                         then let me know,

                                    and we will have a cosmic party

                                   sound ok, then let's get started

                                                   hello

Someone said my monkey's dead,
But confusion hit their head,
Made them think that this is true,
I'm in a funk, what can I do?

Then they soon told my neighbors, yes,
Put my monkey to the test,
Called the papers just long enough to say,
Yes, my monkey ran away.

I searched high, and I searched low,
Dropped a rock upon my toe,
Hit my head on a doorway hard,
Couldn't find my monkey in the yard.

Traveled to the mountains nearby,
Looking for monkey made me cry,
Saw the clouds come floating by,
A speck of dirt flew in my eye.

Checked the traveling circus troup,
For details on missing monkey scoup,
Learned that he had traveled through,
What am I supposed to do?

Boarded a boat set for the Indian Ocean,
Got sea sick from the crazy motion,
Tried to eat, but it all came up,
Couldn't drink the swirl in my cup.

Once in Africa, deep in the jungle,
Searched for monkey and took a tumble,
Found a panther hiding in the bush,
Felt flat hard upon my ****.

So, no monkey, not anywhere,
Does the world so truly care?
Waited patiently in a Star Bucks shop,
In came monkey and my coffee I dropped.

Called him by his first name, Charles,
Saw him stare and then he snarled,
Ran so fast for the door, he did,
What a silly and audacious kid.

Ran pursuit down a cobbled stone road,
Saw my monkey drop his precious load,
Screamed at him to stop and say,
Where he goes on this very day.

When my breath was heavily panting,
Stopped my call and my ranting,
Figured if he so desperately was going,
No more to care and no more knowing.

Monkey, monkey where are you?
Are you hiding in the zoo?
Will you ever be around?
You're a silly, slippery clown.

they came to **** the silent ones
to carve their ugly piece of history
   to stab the soul of our humanity
    until no glimpse of life remained

who came like thieves in the night
  to pull the covers off worldy beds
   to hurl their misery like atomic fall out
     until we all knew now we were dead

where paper defenses stood not the time
  the innocent lamented with no support
   and blood flowed endless down the streets
     until no life was left to bleed

they came dressed in their business suits
  had technological manners in things they said
    and masses of people fell fast in the line
     for hidden agendas too soon to know

and then before the world took notice
they left behind a world in ruins
  and spots of life were left buried deep
   within the lost ones crying out in pain

they came and cursed all that of divinity
held close to heart the one in Hell,
  and ripped apart the humanity fabric
    till tears of acid fell from darkened faces

but one who stood the test of time
  the one who died for all to live
   rose up and called for a heavenly father
    who split the clouds and rained down hope

the ones dressed smartly in a devils design
screamed out for mercy, but none to find
  and a man and women came forth to witness
    that once again our spirits soared

in this harsh ending there came a light
that shown so bright our eyes could see
   and everyday a new beginning
    from ash into eternal destiny

Good night sweet prince,
The motions of the day are done,
It is the time when this or that,
Are placed into the memory vault.

The morning magically appeared,
You sang the song and ran to find,
That half the day was stolen away,
By time you knew the afternoon sun.

You shook your head mystified,
When all at once the wall clock said,
You better pack up and homeward go,
Before the traffic makes you mad.

And so, you eat your dinner last,
Again stare blindly at the tube,
The news is shocking and boring, too,
When it is time to tuck yourself away.

So sweet prince do not lament the time,
Because the morning will soon arrive,
And on the treadmill you again resume,
To sing the song you've  yet to find.

One last time, I hold your hand,
Knowing that tomorrow will never come,
I've given all a man can reasonably give,
But you are lost into another time and place.

There were the days when we did laugh as one,
When everything seemed so fresh and new,
When I could feel you breathe the life into me,
And I was proud to tell the others you were mine.

But sometimes others darkened swift our lives,
Told lies and led deceptive forces to destroy,
Then after all was left were memories no longer real,
And someone cried and carried such an empty  heart.

When I awoke and no longer felt  your body warm,
Or, smelled the sweetness that is all but only you,
My world spinned manic  out of cosmic control,
With tears that fell like others a million times  before.

So, one last time, please let me hold your hand,
And say the words that meant so much to me,
To gaze upon your face and altered countenance so,
While you walk swiftly unto another we both know.

Maybe on some summer evening,
When the sun begins to set,
All the day's forgotten daydreams
Will no doubt come home to rest.
With our hearts and minds divided,
On this planet we call home,
We will learn how we've provided,
And that no one is ever alone.
Time has ways to heal the sadness,
When we fall and stumble so,
Savor all the tears and gladness,
Love of life and friends to know.
If tomorrow brings an ending,
And the path is strewn with woe,
Know that all your life's a journey,
We will reap what we do sow.
Love of all that life has given
Will remind us where we've been,
Giving all your heart's desire
Never hurt a weary friend.

Giving life comes from the heart,
The toils and tribulations start,
The inner strength we sanctify,
Will ever endure and never die.
Facing life is a daily struggle,
Sometimes life can burst the bubble,
But reaching deep within our souls,
We come back stronger in control.
My life has been a tapestry,
Of happy times and misery,
But through it all it always seemed,
I never lost my will to dream.
So when life stops you cold and fast,
Remember the sadness will never last,
And strength of purpose drives us on,
Each breaking day brings a joyful song.

Childrens' voices from the grave,
Screaming out their fateful falling,
Hurling hurt towards the heavens,
Not knowing what the blast can do.
Bombs of plenty on the mantle,
Neatly tucked for some tommorrow,
Eager eyes who will see no truth,
In what disaster they will promise.
Haunting hate with no foundation,
Stews and brews in caldrons made,
Who records the crashing moments
When the naked children die?
Faraway of lands they're coming,
Calling out that God prevails,
But no God would **** the babies,
Except a being who lives in Hell.
Fires flourish in their visions,
People die with blistering eyes,
Losing all they ever fostered,
In their dreams of lullabies.

I
know
   who
      stole
       my
          soul.

Give
  it
    back
      before
        I
   ­       steal
           yours
             , too.

Life
  might
     take
      my
        worldly
            possessions,
          ­    and knock me flat
                most everytime,
                   but my soul is mine,
                     so leave it be.

Oh, here you come again. No, no, no, you can not have my soul.

light like lightning
     heat like smolding fire
        burnt passion in the embers
          where to go tomorrow

night like a warm blanket
     darkness like an empty box
        lost memories in the cellar
          what to become of me

restless thoughts rambling
    uncertainty knocking at my door
         long days and longer nights
            where is my mission in life

lost soul flying aimlessly
    spirits haunting my dreams
        great moments lost in time
           what will be my legacy

Little children love to come dancing,
Like tiny raindrops falling from heaven;
Glimpses into their unspoiled hearts,
Spread joyous rapture we can not measure.
Fallen angels come silently flying,
Like forlorned agents of lonely desire,
Their wings so gossamer, light as feathers,
How sad and distant their hearts are crying.
Furious demons come creeping along,
Slithering snakelike in the darkest hours,
Longing to carve their history in blood,
Causing great havoc on all who will listen.
Transparent clouds come floating freely,
Holding miracles of peace on this earth;
Hoping and healing we bask in their glory,
Knowing that faith is the beacon of light.

If spiritual longing comes deep within,
Then let my spirit soar on heavenly wings,
For there is more to living here and now,
Than just what we can touch and see.

Let monumental hurt and sorrow here,
Come tumbling down with words of love,
While we can still appreciate the moments,
That God has granted graciously to all.

Cleanse all my darkness days that came,
Let live my heart to hold another near,
Hurl hope into my aching mind and soul,
Let me sing heartedly for all to hear and know.

For since my birth into this swirling world did come,
I knew that He had meant for me to show the world,
That I can feel the hurt that others do unto another,
With still the capacity to forgive and love abundantly.

Who says that our paths are set in stone and steel,
While we can still be molded into something  etheral?
I look with a child's eyes toward the clouds and know,
That someday all who are sad will feel the endless joy.

To paint with passion a tapestry,
The colors must be bright and free,
The scene must show a wide array,
Of sunny times and cloudy days.

The strokes it takes to satisfy,
The toughest critic's evil eye,
Takes time and patience now to make,
And hours upon hours it surely takes.

The beauty's in the paint you show,
The message for the world to know,
That different strokes can mystify,
And capture our hearts and make us cry.

The final product for all to see,
Includes the likes of you and me,
And every person from everywhere,
Appreciates our beauty and truly cares.

To paint a tapestry takes skill,
A sense of purpose and iron will,
A dream of beauty and some reality,
Splashed on a canvas for all to see.

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Cold the air in morning rain,
Dull the grass and houses plain,
Branches sway in trees so bare,
Little does the world so care.
Clouded gray so clouds go by,
Flowers hide with lonely cries,
Dandelions in frozen earth,
Wait for spring and for their birth.
Snow like slush upon our eyes,
Melts so ***** with no disguise,
Water frozen on ponds so lost,
Winter takes a heavy cost.
Dandelions soon will grace,
With color bright upon this place,
While heat and time renew the earth,
The pretty weeds will prove their worth.

White, crunchy snow,
Blanketing the prairie,
Wind whistling off darkened hills
Causing tree branches to sway,
Like some contorted dancer
Covered in the glistening ice.
An occasional dog, or wolf,
Howling hard, crying like
Some forlorned sailor lost,
Sick and silent in their misery,
Shivering helplessly in sub-zero torment.
No house for miles, starry night,
The sky lit up like a Christmas tree,
Moon so big and bright and orange,
You could touch it, pulling it to earth
In one full swoop it crashes down.
No birds singing melodious tunes,
No cows or bison wandering aimlessly.