I'm lost in times, trying to find the the ties to bind things together,
trying to figure out the puzzle, with a muzzle covered mind,
I stay quite, bundle my thoughts inside,
hiding my expressions through expressive lies,
Sometimes i wonder should I even try,
I ask why the lies to hide the tears that fall from my eyes.

I hear with my ears, but I don't see clear,  
I don't understand why my footprints should be left in sand.
The sun is bright but it doesn't light the day, from far away
I see the cloud covered mountains.
Hoping to climb without a fall, but it's impossible they say.

Raise me up into the clouds, Lord I pray you lift me up,
let me ride the wings of glory,
let  me fly into tour pathway,
may I ask for a better story
you showed me many things, but I want you to show more,
open my eyes, let me ride the tide to the sea shore.

I write another verse to replace the space of the first that has been erased.
Chaotic thoughts roam freely,
I need my Pen, where are you my friend?
I call upon you once again,
I set you down and now I'm lost in the times trying to find the ties  to.....

Society, the embodiment of human securities
Is in reality the stark confirmation  
Of a conglomerate of screaming insecurities
Begging….its leaders….fervent introspection

Bending logic is an art perfected by all
Regardless of creed class or stature
No wonder the walk is seemingly a hard laboured crawl
Culminating into deep exposed…psychological sutures

**Beings are bedevilled by a roving myopia
Craving a farfetched grandiose utopia
That’s why a bespectacled cynicism
Is ironically of essence…to neutralise a deep rooted parochialism

Robert Frost sat in a chair.
Robert Frost wore a hat that
I don’t quite know how to describe
(was it a beret?)
and smoked from a hookah.
He let the smoke out from his mouth
and disappeared in it.

(Robert Frost was not the man
who wrote that poem about
two roads diverged in a wood and I…
I took the one less traveled by.)

Robert Frost was a man who I loved
very much and who I believe did
not love me.

He was an enigma to me
and I was one to him…
but he was effortless, and
I was planned.

My heart was set on Frost but
I never quite (or
I suppose at all)
won him --

he chose her, which
tortured my heart at the time, but
today…
…I am happy,
happy for him.

Robert Frost sat in a chair
smoking from a hookah.
He disappeared into the smoke and
I stared at him,
mesmerized.

He was the cuts on my arms
and the bruises on my thighs,
the bags under my eyes for the late nights
I stayed up crying;
the slump in my shoulders,
the hesitation in my stare --

in every way the source of my misery and
yet in every way,
while blinding,
my hope.

Believing things get better,
Is sometimes all we've got.
Hanging on to hoping,
Trying's worth a shot.
Turning over records,
Wishing songs never end.
Looking for the meaning,
We're stronger at the bend.

i watched the end of everything come down before me...

i was so scared and just stood there watching..

the fire was coming from the sky..

it will be here soon..

as the tears ran down my face i saw her there by the tree..

she was holding a guitar looking to the sky..

she begin to play ever so as i listen to the song of tomorrow..

all sound seem to leave all at once except for the chords she played..

i noticed that my tears were no longer running down my face..

the song she played seem to calm the fire in the sky..

she played till our sky was clear again..

until our sun shined true light..

when she was done she held the guitar to the tree she stood by..

the guitar became part of the tree turning into a branch with leaves..

she walked away into the forest never looking in my direction..

for years i tried to play this song again..

but i can never find the chords..

They ask me why I like you so much.. I tell them I don't know,

Is it the color of your hair.. or the strength of your stare,

Or maybe the curve of your lips.. Or the span of your hips,

They ask me why I like you so much.. I tell them I don't know.