You once was in the living now
Footprints left, the boots worn
and walk along the stick to ground
In living times ,heart now torn

Days now fade the stream  of past
Hidden hands, leaves, crisp down
to echo back a million miles
In living times, beat no sound

Nights of rest the shooting mind
Remembered dreams, real life times
will flash the stars so full to stare
In living times, Dad of mine.

Poetry what’s in a word
Words what’s in poetry
Living or being
Written of seeing ?

Poetry what’s in a rhyme
Rhyme what’s in poetry
Now or then
Written of when ?

Poetry what’s in a meaning
Meaning what’s in Poetry
You or  thoughts
Written of taught ?

I hear inside, I push,  I try
to say what stops the nigh
of knowing hidden so high
hands will show of one goodbye

Around to swirl, repeat the storm
Inner voice, feel what’s worn
Repeat repeat,  silence torn
One word out loud for ever morn

Push the button, reveal the power
Out loud, one day,  clouds will shower
Every step, mast of tower
My voice of sound outside will flower

I’m lost
I’m hidden
I’m now
Forbidden

I’m finding
I’m knowing
I’m past
Showing

I’m searching
I’m blank
I’m who
Sank

Who or what I wonder now
Sow what’s hidden I forget to howl
In times to struggle I thought was there
Without to think without a care

Be kind be gentle of what you think
Life of struggle the smell of ink
Every word and every sign
Not being the truth to find

I’m deep of sorrow in every way
There to believe hidden in hay
Key to find unlock to open
Nothing to have hands of spoken

If we all lived in a world of what
There to ask the sounds to sift
Through the times to follow the dark
To hold back and force what harks

Deep in the middle of unknown twists
Thunder or lightening cover of thrills
Step to now or step of past
Stop and listen as the rain of fast

If we all lived in a world of now
Rise the journey the heat of heart
Guide of hidden unknown of far
Live, learn and be who you are