You're stuck in this old soul,
not sure which
road to venture down.
Although some are
clear and safe.
The road with
thunder and lighting is often
the way to go.
It's all your eggs in
one basket;
but you're left  
with just the one.
You think yourself
a martyr but all in all you're
just killing yourself.
You're not ahead
of your time one bit,
You're long
passed it.

Maybe with the tears
we shed, the trees will grow;
may the earth as well.
we see what goes up
and down and around.  Through
the smoke we can hardly see,
but it's just part
of the ride.
When we're off the ride, the tales
shine with new light.  
The world as we know
changes with just one hint
of inspired intuition.
So many songs to hear,
too much knowledge to learn;
outside ourselves, when
we don't even know
inside ourselves.  
We see the sky as blue,
the grass as green and
life as grey.
but somewhere else we hope
life is different
in some other way.
With the tears that fall
may the process of
adaption; never let
us stall.
The road we paved
is ugly and fray, but the
future spins and rocks,
into a path that's  
wary, winding, and
not negotiable.

The smoke circles up and through the vent,
into the room above
and the people up in the room
don't know what they
are inhaling

It seemed to me that the more smoke in the room,
the more the tension built
against each other
though feelings seem
to be entangled

The smoke ventures through the window and to the
air outside.  To those
walking and standing by,
Once clear and on the right path
seems ***** and torn

The smoke ventures farther and farther down the road,
Drivers and passengers,
just as clear as headlights
turn their cars around to go
nowhere bound

Down the alley and off down toward the main drag,
Business, folks, and slickers,
coil and talk to their palms
for they know what's comings right
around the corner

The corners not to far down the road,
Pulling together will be
the only way out by finding
the way through the
growing smoke.

The trees circle,
‘round my head,
Thinking of the things
You say:
“From mountain high,
down at the base,
there they are,
tiny dancers!
Lights are spinning,
Time to jump for joy,
No better time,
To see.
When the pool,
Tells your hour,
You know precisely you’re
In line.
Everything can’t
Be defined or,
Life would be a tent with
No circus”

I haven’t seen you in years,
Those scarred and tampered eyes
            tells me, pain is near.
      Red and bloodshot,
   bitten down nails,
      cig pale,
Stress.
      Outside,
   at the park,
      you seem so dark.
    The sun turns away,
Your hair sure does look nice
After all of these long years.

No doubt my love’s great
No one in the world can see
To me You’re the moon

I saw the devil lips she kissed,
Too bad it's mine she missed.
Sometimes it comes like the morning mist
or forever, it seems, time will tick.

Love is blind, or so they say,
When it calls it's by some delay.
Mostly it stays far away,
Even if tomorrow's an all new day.

I saw the fiery hand she touched,
With him she gets some luck.
Down the road, she finds its muck,
For she's in too deep to be unstuck.

She thought my tired hands didn't mind,
To hold and only to be too kind.
But, now, I'm not so inclined
To stand by and be nickel and dimed.