Always looking for that something
Not sure what or know not
So far back with blank of light
Through the glass doors shut tight

Always searching for hidden finds
Hands dig deep or deep to dig
Be still to listen ears of sound
Lines of wooden bound

Always searching for standing still
Roots of past or past of roots
Running thunder tapping round
Stop to step the underground

Is it poetry
Or is it words
Is it rhyming
Voice of hurt


Is it poetry
Or is it life
Is it written
Hands of tight

Is it poetry
Or not spoken
Is it silence
Lips of broken

When times are times of trouble to die
I’m here and now to wonder I sigh
Forgotten to know of heaven to be
To keep

When choices are choices forgotten lot
Your here I feel my hotting of got
Deep of fire of burning times
To find

When flight are flights so blue of high
Together of visions of play no show
Memories to sit a room to feel
I will

Give no more
When writing fails
Give no more
Winter sails

Give no more
You I am
Give no more
Broken dam

Give no more
One way street
Give no more
Whole retreats

It’s the simple things
That makes us smile
From bread to butter
It’s all worthwhile.

It’s the simple things
Will walk a mile
From smoke to fire
It’s all worthwhile

It’s the simple things
Inside to admire
From sugar and spice
it’s all worthwhile

If I stay
I will know
If I stay
I will go
If I stay
It will hold
If I stay
Forgotten day

Handle more no ties to hold
Speak for once and behold
Listen to know the sore of time
Signs behind stand in line

Begin  to wonder written no more
Hiding behind the curtains draw
Warmth to wear closed no cloud
Signs behind stand aloud

More to know for holding hands
So be the end the tide of sands
Walk the path no more to find
Signs behind lost in mind