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.

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.

Three-storied house with porch and swing,
Yard with some flowers in morning sing,
Trees with broad branches heavy with leaf,
Shadowed the air with some darkened relief.
Boxes on boxes filled memories so dear,
Tucked away neatly so no one could hear,
All of those memories speaking out loud,
High overhead comes the billowing cloud.
Chasing each other so wildly in light,
Laughing and singing our youth so delight,
Beautiful dreamers so endlessly longing,
Radio blaring those wonderful songing.
Wishing this moment in time standing still,
Love everlasting in voids we could feel,
All was so magical dancing and living,
You made the moment worth sharing and giving.

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

I heard the news this morning,
And tears fell from my eyes,
For someone still was missing,
I had to cry and cry.

Was on their way to school,
A usual path they took,
That monsters were a roaming,
In every bush and nook.

So little unsuspecting,
They skipped along with glee,
Looked forward to the morning,
But the innocent could not see.

He eyed them with the devil,
His plan was blackened with hate,
That little ones weren't seeing,
Until it was too late.

No rescue team came running,
No angel stopped the pain,
How do we help the innocent,
When others are insane?

So loved ones wait by phones,
And stared out windows closed,
For where ends up their children,
No one will ever know.

In yet a frightful world,
Where live some strong and meek,
Who stops the wicked people,
So children must hide not seek?

Lonely living man-child mystery,
Living in the trash and misery,
Being lead to where the sky is gone,
Where's the sun, where's humanity?

No meal following from heaven above,
Warmth and cold a distant memory,
Unfriendly faces with eyes swollen shut,
Where' the reason, where's the hope?

Sidewalk hugger with nothing to say,
Staring blindly into the suffocating air,
Trying hard not to impede the humans,
Who barely know what happened to him.

Who created man from mud and solitude?
Why do we not see his face or hands,
Worn-well body just withering away,
Sense of direction now gone and dead,

Don't look for personal feelings and such,
His eyes are too clouded with hurt and fear,
His body so strong from the absence of clean,
Clothes are so tattered I wanted to scream.

When death comes to calling and taking away,
In zipped-lock bags, so sterile and cheaply gray,
Those with the eyes so clouded and removed,
Will have a rich dinner and laugh until though.

Every night I dream of you,
Lusting ever for your love,
Thinking how to get to you,
Hoping that you want me to.

I imagine you come home,
In your lovely gown of blue,
Looking like a goddess now,
How I truly lust for you.

Long your hair in evening flow,
How I want to touch it gently,
Eyes that tell me you want me, too.
Know I truly do lust for you.

Taking slowly off your clothes,
Dropping slowly to the ground,
I take off what I'm wearing now,
In this lust we lust for two.

On the night and deeper there,
I begin to touch your body,
Every move does shake us so,
Lusting longer into the night.

How this joining, our bodies sweat,
Hoping this passion no stopping now,
I am loving the woman I dreamed of,
Always longing the lust be true.

I came to share my broken heart,
With those who have to love me so,
My family, friends, and those I meet,
Gathered round to sit and watch me cry.

They sat with faces so bored and stern,
As I stood helpless and nervously by,
The questions came so fast, so frenzied,
I only wanted to curl up and die.

Why did I bring my problems to them?
Why did I want the whole world to know?
This moment in time when my love left,
Should have been a secret burden for me.

No others can look deep into your soul,
To merit out the good and also the bad,
Some things we have should silent be,
With hopes that time would erase the pain.

I came to let the entire universe know,
My love had found someone so new,
So all would come to my door and say,
We wish you well, you broken fool.

If all the stars in the known universe,
Were gathered to put inside an empty jar,
Would we see such a brilliant, fervent light,
Shine for the world to enjoy and know?

If all the broken hearts and long-lost souls,
Could meet to talk on some distant plain,
Would they resolve their hurt and sorrow,
So heaven and earth could proclaim their joy?

What if the men who constructively destroy,
Put pause on warring and polluting the planet,
Enough to understand the ongoing  human condition,
Throwing all their energies into the spread of peace.

When all the hospitals where the sick  and dying,
Find miracle cures filled with divine intervention,
We'd look to each other for our rest and surviving,
If we could just become the ones to hope and dream.

If one more time we saw our paths laid out before us,
We'd know that sometimes the road so less traveled,
Becomes the one where all our adventures begin,
And peace comes home once more to all of us.

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.

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.

If this be love, then let it die,
For hearts were meant to revel,
But when the pain makes you cry,
You might be with the devil.

If everytime I call your name,
Your ears are full of butter,
My mind feels like it is insane,
Are there still words to utter?

When all my passion melts like snow,
Then you might like to see another,
For one-way street love this  I know,
Means you must love some other.

If this our last day goes away,
Will you still keep my knowing?
For all the wasted time and day,
Should I have been now going?

When love is just a word we say,
Will you go randomly leaving?
For there are still the many ways,
Are we so tired of grieving?

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.

Who comes to these the woods below,
He lingers there, this much we know,
Has left the city, who wants to live,
There's much to take and much to give?

These woods are dark and silent giving,
Allows the stranger who now is living,
A new beginning now born this day,
Has wandered here what can we say?

Left life worth saving and ran hell-bent,
No care or whim, no angel has sent,
Laughed at illusions he once desired,
An empty shell, humanity retired.

All that the misery and all the pain,
No chance of saving, no going insane,
All hope and guidance was such a fool,
Life promises much but such uncruel.

Feel fresh the air sings, smells so calm,
The sky, the ground, no loud alarm,
Rules screeched inside his little brain,
Here comes the dark, so soothing rain.

Possessions cradled when city born,
His parents cried, and then such scorn,
No friends or family, no hope inside,
The woods cry out, here now to hide.

The new sweet sound of rustling leaves,
No strangers here, no one will grieve,
The chance to face the world's delusion,
It is gone with the wind, no air pollution.

Now here him shy and his soul release,
Found now a place and now such peace,
When comes the master to take his body,
Come blast the trumpets, now nothing shoddy.

Let's cheer the man who walks alone,
His body chilled hard to the bone,
He shakes and knows the hardened ground,
The woods give nothing, now there's no sound.

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.

So, if it took one thousand days,
To find you wandering in endless skies,
I'd search until the clouds flew by,
To catch a glimpse of your sweet face.

Yes, if the world told me I was mad,
For spending my time looking for you,
I'd laugh the madman's frantic laugh,
To fly with geese beyond the world.

I'd dance a simple, gyrating dance,
Like a man who whirls in circles so,
Look deep into their eyes lost in time,
To tell them have you seen you, too?

If wooden boats could fly abroad,
In countries where they sadly stare,
I'd navigate the treacherous waves,
To throw my lifeline of love to you.

But, as we know, you won't be found,
No matter how many days I search in vain,
Yet, can I stop this never-ending voyage,
Long enough to return to my home?

Love lost is lost no matter the crime,
A winged angel would tell you so,
No matter what they repeat, I know,
My search now my beloved song.

Let not the evening light so wane,
That hearts are hardend deep with pain,
For all the  journeys that lead us here,
All strewn with hopes and sometimes fear.

Each step presents a direction to go,
So swift the pace and sometimes slow,
Yet often stones are placed in our way,
They're only stones, what can we say?

Then wipe away bitter  lessons learned,
The chance to soar you most have earned,
With lost and weary  people learning  to shy,
When there's no reason to despair and  cry.

So light will soon shine like radiant bliss,
While aging travelers share love and kiss,
And dismal chapters so written in time,
Will no longer linger within our minds.

Dead, the crows pick at my soul,
Darkened clouds are flying above,
Stench of death surrounding me,
But, still, I fight to come alive.

Hunted, haunted, I made my path,
But the hunters tracked me down,
So, their arrows had pierced my heart,
Now I lay on bleached, hot sand.

Thoughts of how my body dies,
Clinching to the hope or dream,
Of coming back to life in force,
To hunt the hunters who are alive.

Hear the crows and buzzards fly above,
Wanting flesh to devour my soul,
But, as long as a thread in me still lives,
Am I truly still laying dead?

Once more angels and devils resume,
To fight for my cold-hearted body,
But my spirit still lives on I know,
Because my mind still longs to live.

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.

Loudly clanging came the overnight bell,
Sounding the alarm for all souls to report,
For all souls of goodwill and graciousness,
To conquer the beast that will roam the land.

The crowding of all in the ancient hall,
Located the hall near the ocean shore,
Where built of centuries and secrets untold,
To hear the plan now to conquer the beast.

Yet hours upon hours awaiting the crash,
The crash of blistering fire and hate combined,
Following the slivering, slinking rare beast,
Who will devastate all and **** what is living.

Now sound the alarm and run to each house,
Gathering those who are willing to fight,
Leaving the children and nursemaids behind,
Mounting a front of all fronts now to secure.

Boys give their youth and dreams put aside,
The ancient one coming now full of their pride,
A middle-age crisis they'll leave it this dark day,
In hopes that their union builds walls, not of clay.

At first, all the rumors spread lightly and fast,
The gossip in churches and streets as it spread,
In homes where the family sat silent and still,
While wondering if the sad rumors were true.

But now, gather weapons of mass destruction,
Pointed steadily along the ocean's west coast,
Firmly and fiercely all mounted and true,
For the beast, he is coming to **** and destroy.

Kiss your girlfriends and wives a passion goodbye,
Hold your children to heart and tell them to dream,
Of a better time where the light came softly above,
For the darkening sky will no doubt paint the clouds.

The time it's a killer and a friend be undone,
Either life will triumphant or miserly die,
For the beast doesn't care about anyone thing,
But spread sorrow and fear on a deadening day.

I born.

I live.

I die.

No one.

Cry.

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.

Just a man, a simple man,
Living all alone and sad,
Stuck inside hurt and pain,
Poor man, lonely once again.

Living life, without a hope,
Walking slowly on a rope,
A rope that holds on too tight,
Going to bed, alone at night.

Just a man, who's lived long,
Forgotten times, missing songs,
Partners come, and they go,
Remembering names, who to
know.

Married long and married love,
Just one morning, life was shoved,
Buried deep in some lost land,
Couldn't help it, deep in sand.

Growing laundry in a pile,
Dishes soiled, no peace, no mild,
Mild moments laughing, and gone,
Where now to be, where to belong.

Eyes of water with vision lost,
Heart is breaking, heavy cost,
Aching body moves so slow,
No medical help, no more to know.

Just a man in a crumbling home,
Feels like he's gone, a stodgy knome,
No feels, no reason, to wake at dawn,
No place to be, where to belong.

A long and winding road ahead,
Someday he'll go, he will be dead,
But no one knows his sorrow and pain,
He walks alone in a heavy rain.

Just a man, with no crowd around,
One day he tripped and wasn't found,
Spent days in pain, lying on the floor,
Then came a knocking on the door.

They tried to save him, what a cost,
Another soul gone, another one lost,
And life goes on, no stopping there,
Who stopped to know, who really cared?

Someone has my little pig,
I taught him how to dance a jig,
Listened to him sleep at night,
How my pig snored, what
a sight.

Searched in town, no pig there,
Most the townsfolk didn't care,
Thought he might stop at the bar,
So I walked, it wasn't far.

Swung the bar door open wide,
Searched to see where pigs might hide,
Called his name so loud and clear,
But my pig, he was not there.

Pig, oh pig, what was done to you?
Are you visiting at the zoo?
Did you run far into the woods?
My little pig so misunderstood.

He left without a stitch of clothes,
Is probably shivering, someone knows,
But if he left me just like a sneak,
By now he's ***** and how he reeks.

So, if you have my pig  somewhere,
Return him at once, I really care,
And I will bathe him with scented soaps,
My little pig he likes to mope.

So, back to home with no pig in hand,
My love for him no one can understand,
And in the near future this I fear,
My pig ran off with some cute deer.

But, pig of mine please call me soon,
Or our friendship is most likely to doom,
I will forgive you for what you've done,
Come home so we can have some fun.

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.

White cottage that sits near the thundering sea,
Was the  home of the beautiful, sweet Lauralee,
High planted like a castle, a fortress we three,
Myself and our baby and the heavenly Lauralee.

Surrounded in starkness, white sand all around,
High above was the calling, the seagulls abound,
The bluest of skies stretched like canvas so high,
Never did we have sadness or pain or we cried.

We walked on the beaches, possessed by time,
Our lives all together, so enduring and fine,
Holding hands like the wind would then blow away,
All our precious, dear moments worth having today.

Sometimes how the stars like Roman Candles burst,
Our lives were adorned by the gods and not cursed,
The angels flew swiftly to bring heaven-sent joy,
Watched years become years for our lovely, sweet boy.

Then boys become men and go marching far away,
Just the two left standing with now nothing to say,
With ages rearranging our bodies in harsh view,
No more walking the beach, what could we do?

So, the time came when she was so summoned above,
How my heart was so heavy, we once fit like a glove,
But I had to now place her where I couldn't see,
With my tears ever flowing for my sweet Lauralee.

Learning how to love to live,
An act of kindness for yourself,
A realization that love will guide,
Us all into one conscious mind.

Knowing how to share our minds,
Wanting everyone for everything,
Hurt and crying as it now begins,
Excited by the wonder forever after.

Leaning on the cosmic shoulder,
Seeing what is sought for today,
Holding each other as we jump,
Headlong into a bright tomorrow.

Contemplating our bare existence,
Weaving our souls into one rug,
Sweeping up the pile of loneliness,
Hands that reach into the bliss.

Learning how to love to live,
Wiping tears upon our faces,
Smiling brightly and so boldly,
A new beginning for all to share.

If love is to begin its course,
We must then tell the way we feel,
Because in love no minds will know,
Unless the head and heart do tell.

Life is too short to stand unseen,
Just take a chance and love another,
But we must first share how we feel,
Or love is gone and no more seen.

I knew a girl who stirred my soul,
Each day I longed to be with her,
But being shy I stopped my desire,
To watch another go quick to her.

I vowed to never let someone I loved,
Be gone before my heart revealed,
How I would live and die for one,
No longer chancing a love so sweet.

So, now I say be bold and brave,
If so rejected, then life is such,
But never hold your words at bay,
Even if it means such a heartfelt pain.

Another girl one day came dancing,
I took her hand and body near mine,
Then whispered my love into her ear,
Until the time she smiled agreed.

I am no longer afraid to love,
Then this is how my life unfolds,
Be bold and shout your passion so,
When a beautiful woman comes along.

What wound you ****** so deep into my inner soul,
That I could not recover, nor find the reasons why,
A friend and lover held me in such utter hatred now,
I fell like lifeless on the barren ground and saw the sky.

My arms so weighted down with sorrows of the past,
Could not lift up you into my inner circle of this desire,
Enough to make you feel the spiraling, spirit now soar,
To know you were beloved and held most highest of high.

Some lies, exaggerations were so planted very deeply,
Misunderstandings and some hasty decisions belied,
We tried to sort it out of the swirling storm around us,
But could not calm the tempest still so we would not cry.

So, listen love and know that hearts sometimes deny,
What the mind and spirit want to earnestly provide,
But we must never let this hatred grow and multiply,
Until we both sink deeper into the mire and darkest eye.

Just take my hand and hold it like you never did before,
Look into each other's eyes and see that some truth still there,
Embrace like there will never be another time to learn to love,
Go forward with the heavenly spirit from the highest high.

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.

Here comes the eternal day,
The day, where all have come to play,
A time when all times mixed together,
We've braved the storm, the lonely weather.

There is the moment, itched hard in stone,
Where children play, there's those alone,
Together, wondering what is to come to past,
Where nothing is here, and nothing can last.

When off, we go so skurrying around,
There is no judging, there's is no sound,
High on the temple, the priestess sings,
There's hope, where hope, will finally bring.

So, is this life that endures beyond life?
No hate, no longing, no endless strife,
Together melting as souls sometimes do,
The innocent, the loving, the silent few.

We give, we take, we hope and we cry,
Along the path, we sometimes die,
But live the life that begins, nothing ends,
Share what we have and let it be, my friend.

In leaving a message, a creative remorse,
This living a life, I heartily must endorse,
Leave knowing, and sharing, and laughing, true,
Life's for the beginning, one's brand new.

Fear, not the coming, the eventual tide,
The time when there's nothing to hide,
Step lively into the interstellar belief,
That's life's for living, have nothing, grief.

Let live and  lift my heart and soul,
Drowning in this fire of minor hope,
Never knowing when to stop or cry,
My endless search forever ever joy.

Crumbling heart of harden woe,
Beating with pretending pain,
Facing much in drifting wonder,
Keeping pace with life lived love.

Sure the embers burn so bright,
In my heading pace beginning,
Yet, I hold my heart in hand,
Giving much, but little surrender.

Knowing only those who try,
Ever living in a present mind,
Never ever releasing the dragon,
That silent burns in beating souls.

Up I go and upward ascending,
Looking where love dares to go,
Hoping some sweet, haunting lover,
Will hold my heart and head in hand.

Searching every hole and cranny,
Wading deep in the lake of life,
Following every path and byway,
Lingering, always lost inside myself.

Holding life beneath the lamp of sadness,
Examining how each part does not fit,
Piecing parts of the cosmic puzzle so,
Never, ever fitting the circle in the square.

Past lives,  family ever, ever spinning,
Knowing how they want to rule me,
Trying daily to create my path of wonder,
Cramming their views deep inside my soul.

Longing for the sweet girl living near,
To ride in on a horse of fiery flames,
Saving my soul and placing it in a box,
So she can determine if I am truly living.

Tasting the rain, so ever dancing free,
Whistling the wind, the cooling motion,
Seeing dark clouds spinning like a top,
Never coming to face my, my own reality.

Noticing in a magic mirror placed before me,
Aging, loosing, this  youthful, fleeting force,
Staring at the old man, tired, searching still,
But never discovering the purpose of my life.

Little children come skipping by,
With foot so fleet and sharp of eye,
Laughing, singing, living  they go,
What do little children know?

In the shadows and long in sun,
Worrying nowhere, having fun,
Never telling the  reasons why,
Sometimes little children cry.

See the colors of clothes they wear,
Blues and reds and bruises they bear,
What's the story behind the scenes,
Why  the little  children are mean?

Little children now march the beat,
Stamping wildly down the street,
Carrying banners with empty sayings,
No more little children now playing.

Why do they still wish to play,
What will now adults so say?
Someday they will turn aside,
Make their children want to hide,
But no more, and yet no best,
Little children put to the test.

See the children,
Merry-go-round,
Some are smiling,
Some have frowns,
Running,jumping,
Laughing with friends,
While some have bruises
That  will never end.

Some bring lunches,
Full of love and treats,
Others have nothing,
No food to eat,
Some have clothes
so stiff and new,
Some wear rags,
faded and blue.
Some are happy,
Others have fears.

Some are drowning
in their tears.



Copyright © 2010

The marched in their suits to tell us some lies,
Indifferent to suffering, or to babies who cry,
They swept all the poor to labor and to die,
There's hate and disdain lodged deep in their eyes.

In the courts who serve justice where criminals go,
No justice for victims or families we might know,
While fat are their purses and short their beliefs,
In helping the others so stained with such grief.

So, little light singing in the background of hate,
Mixed swiftly with those in the news of the late,
Are angels now singing with a warning for all?
How hard will the mighty when comes the fall.

A mosaic of monsters who rule over the land,
Will someone please speak and take a hard stand?
When few hold the masses in check everyday,
No one who is hurting has much they can say.

But, hope is the pill that can push all their plans,
To separate others and destroy all of man,
No one can receive a new future, new guide,
If all of their sorrow they keep deep inside.

So, little light singing in the background of hate,
Mixed swiftly with those in the news of the late,
Are angels now singing with a warning for all?
How hard will the mighty when comes the fall.

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.

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 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.

Loved you,

Like a solid stone,

Standing proud and deeply rooted,

Never wavering with rain and shine and pain,

I loved you like a stone.

Kissed your precious lips,

Drenched inside your savory smell,

Felt a heartbeat like a locomotive screaming,

I loved you like a stone.

Gripped your body next to mine,

Held you like an eternal flaming star,

Longed for more and more and more,

I loved you like a stone.

Lost my hold on you and you alone,

Heard your footsteps pounding, pounding,

The door came crashing, slamming, closing with no hope,

You no longer loved me like a stone.

Love
Love
Love

Hope
Hope
Hope

Time
Time
Time

Is
now
now
gone

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.

Love of life, love of song,
Filling treasures all day long;
Friends and faithful days of light,
Come from heaven soft in flight.
Spirits bounding, sweetly sailing,
Hear the music so refraining;
All that makes the body magic,
Comes from sweet internal joy.
All our lives in constant hoping,
Learning ways to bear the coping;
There'll be times so dark and *****,
All of life not always pretty;
Find the calm that is within.
All forgiveness, stained from birth,
In our journey some sad, some mirth;
Taste the wine from earthly vineyards,
And the bitter is sometimes the sweet;
No one tastes the savory meat,
Without the peace that is within.

When you reached into my body,
Tearing my heart and soul away,
Standing, holding these in your hands,
You screamed like a banshee in the night.

Left with just a body so violated,
Leaning on the wall, just about to collapse,
You hit my head against the wall with joy,
Down, down I fell in a pile of  a mess.

About to kick this wounded love soldier,
Just when the smile faded, faded away,
I looked deep into your cavernous eyes,
Hoping, hoping for some glimpse of humanity.

It wasn't enough, my life was so freely  given,
It wasn't just that I so wanted you so desperately,
It wasn't that I,  an inexperience lover was calling,
It wasn't that love has skipped me somehow by,
It was that I genuinely craved your sweet body,
Just wanting to kiss you and hold you next to me.

Now, as you scanned me lying, so slowly dying,
The look of your disgust and distain revealed,
I now inside my chaotic mind so racing, racing,
Knew that this will be my lost, lover's lament.

Gently let my hand go free,
Close my eyes so I won't see,
Whisper softly the words you say,
But please don't take your love away.

Hold me tightly and please  don't  go,
Love me longer and very slow,
Kiss my lips so sweet and long,
Sing to me our  lover's song.

Reassure me that you will stay,
Come to our bed and let us lay,
Bodies sway in love's delight,
Please decide to stay the night.

Once again I hold you close,
You're the one I love the most,
Then the tears fill up  your eyes,
If you  go my heart will die.

Why do you do the things you do?
Why do you say the things you do?
I just don't understand it,
Can't get my head around it,
How you can say that we are through.

Each day I see you standing there,
I try to act like I don't care,
But, deep in my heart I'm crying,
Feels like a part is dying,
How can you hurt me like you do?

Whatever happened, I don't know,
It's hard for me to watch you go,
If I could change it and start again,
Maybe, this time we'd start as friends.

I see you looking more at him,
I know you're loving only him,
Just try to believe my crying,
Is part of me just denying,
That you are going home with him.

When I drive by and see you there,
I'm just pretending I don't care,
What will it take to love you?
Is there a chance to see you?
Now before both of us end.

Whatever happened, I don't know,
It's hard for me to watch you go,
If I could change it and start again,
Maybe, this time we'd start as friends.

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.

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.

My heart will bear my longing soul,
To love another full heart in tow,
Without a thought to stop and cry,
Or, ask if this love will ever die?

I only have one way to give,
One way to love and fully live,
So, if someone sweet comes today,
I'll love in my full and singular way.

I'll place my soul upon a platter,
To show how love can truly matter,
And kiss and hold one person near,
No longer hope and die or fear.

When two can bend and shape in one,
The life everylasting has now begun,
But know this firmly, don't shake a fist,
That perfection in humans can not exist.

I'll ask of you no mere passing and flirtation,
Or, expect your actions to move and shake a nation,
But, will ask you to love me as you only know how,
What say you beauty in the living and now?

My heart will bear my longing soul,
For you came home in full heart and control,
And I, a lonely man so spinning and lost,
Will never regret the time and cost.

You were so cold, I gave you my favorite coat,
A coat with many wears and tears, but mine;
Your feet were barren with no socks and shoes,
I went into my closet to find six pairs to give,
So you would no longer be miserable in pain.

I was eating a feast with friends and family,
A gigantic table filled with delicious food and wine,
You were hungry, so I gave you half the food to eat,
To watch you cry and savor the food of life.

I had a home, a beautiful home, with a warm fireplace,
I looked outside my kitchen window and saw you there,
Shivering, standing solitary in the alleyway looking lost;
I called out to you to come live with me this time and place,
Because I had too many bedrooms being unused and empty,
And, you were afraid but finally came to stay with me.

What blessed me so that others should have nothing?
Who decides who is to receive and who is give?
To follow the Father I must give some of my possessions,
Not for show, but for the sake of easing another's pain.

I had a car, a fancy car, with many features and comfort,
You needed to go to see your dying Mother 100 miles away,
I offered my car and filled the tank with gas and handed keys,
Not needing to go anywhere that day, I sat back in my chair,
Smiled and turned on the stereo to listed to some Bob Marley.

I need not much, I seek not much, and I am happy today,
Because someone else who needed me was there to show me how,
That we are not mere possessions, no, but here for one another,
No fanfare needed, no rich reward, but just to hear my heart sing.