Some mornings I wake up tired
before the fire of the sun eats
the mist covering the dust
on the long road my feet travel
each day wishing I was asleep still
just like a snake in an old tire
dreaming of young boys rolling
me over and over down a steep hill
again, forever and ever, amen.

the fragile morning seeps
her shadowing sunlight into my morning coffee cup, staining the walls of its home dark.
i sip on her effortlessly, her warmth a flowing melody against the chaotic prance of my pulse.
I close my eyes & let her wander.

AWAKEND TODAY AT THE NEON DAWN TAKING MY FISHING POLE
GOING DOWN TO THE LAKE


I FEEL PROTECTED AS I REFLECT UPON
EMPOWER YOURSELF WITH A FLOWER
LOOK AT THE NEON DAWN
VIEWS AND LIKES

I'M LOOKING AT THE NEON DAWN
I'M LOOKING AT THE NEON DAWN
CAN YOU  SEE IT'S A BRIGHT FLIGHT?
WITH LOTS OF SUNLIGHT

THIS TIME I SEE A NEON VIEW
NO NEED TO UNDO
DON'T GET TANGLED UP
LOOK AT EVERY ANGLE OF THE
NEON DAWN

DON'T GET TANGLED UP
DON'T GET TANGLED UP
LOOK ATY EVERY ANGLE OF THE
NEON DAWN

EMPOWER YOURSELF WITH A FLOWER
OPEN YOUR HEART
SHOWER YOUR LIFE WITH LOVE
IF YOU NEED HELP CALL ON GOD
FROM ABOVE

SHOWER YOUR LIFE WITH LOVE
OH, OH SHOWER YOUR LIFE WITH LOVE
IF YOU NEED HELP CALL ON GOD
FROM ABOVE
OH LOVE, OH LOVE,,,

I FEEL PROTECTED AS I REFLECT,
DON'T GET TANGLED
LOOK AT EVERY ANGLE OF THE
NEON DAWN

Past the Tempest,
See not through;
'morrow defiles your view --
Naught is rage.

See you the pain, the suffering, the rain
What eludes is awake, awakend Land
Land agraze, Land that cleanses -- cleanses the root of pain
Strip thy trees of despise, thy Sycamores of ever growing wants.

Take it away, afar from memory.
Remaining is Love, Unity, Solidarity
'gainst the land, that land which gives you view, view past the Tempest.

Started jolted jilted awake
Alert and focused in the darkest grave
Awoken awakend the Lazarus man
Gasping for air
Hourglass running low on sand

Have I told you

Its like I've had VanWinkle's disease ,
suddenly you' have  awakend my mind
I suddenly notice, this beatutiful woman
where have I been, took me too long to find

you've been standing, right here beside me
must have been keeping, my head in the sand
now all the momories are returning
if I reach out, will you take my hand

I can't understand, why I make it so hard
I can't seem to say, the words that I feel
the thought's been there, seems I hide my card
you've been waiting for me to shut up and deal

have I told you lately, how much I love you
have I said to you, your still in my dream
I'm a such a fool to have gambled you'd be here
I have forgotten that we are a team

Gomer LePoet...

There was an old man, a collector of sorts
Who made his living off of the dead
Through the obituary page he'd earn his wage
Buying things that others had shed

Though some said his job was just morbid
Preying off of the people who died
It wasn't a natural death that took their last breath
But only those committing suicide

He bought the things that nobody wanted
For most were scared of a haunting or curse
But he didn't care he would always be there
The same day that they emptied the hearse

He was the only buyer at the auction
For everyone else was afraid
He just couldn't wait to steal their estate
And count all the money he made

'Til late one night while sleeping
Awakend by a bump in the night
At the foot of his bed stood a multitude of dead
As his heart stopped beating from fright

The old man had turned up missing
They found claw marks deep in his floor
The people couldn't wait to pilage his estate
For the old man wasn't seen anymore

Silent screams,
violent dreams,
a place in the sand next to
a quiet stream.
Realise the tears that the mind can bring when life seems to fade away.

Dark places,
strange faces,
death-stricken eyes
long awakend.
Who could ever stand a chance
to fake it
when living with a broken soul.

love can be heartless and cold laying dormant until awakend from its own anxiety...

I sit in silence.

This Never ending pain.

Where the dark clouds follow.

A never ending rain.

With every thunderous boom.

Its Causing me to shake.

A shivering sadness

From the water on my face.

My voice starts to quiver.

I simply cant keep up with the pace.

You see these thoughts are just racing.

They howl like the wind

Just twirling around

With no way to win

As these tears flow freely.

Staring out into the storm.

Striking deep in my perception

Of how I see the world.

With every bright flash

A different perspective percieved.

The thoughts they are now slowing

And so is the breeze

The thunder it weakens

Just a low grumble now

The soothing smell of the water

I put my knees on the ground

My mind starts to ease

A gentle wind at my back

I put a mask on my face

So that I can head back

To a world that seems broken

Until once again

The storm is awakend

But I know how it ends.

I sit in silence.

This Never ending pain.

Where the dark clouds follow.

A never ending rain.

With every thunderous boom.

Its Causing me to shake.

A shivering sadness

From the water on my face.

My voice starts to quiver.

I simply cant keep up with the pace.

You see these thoughts are just racing.

They howl like the wind

Just twirling around

With no way to win

As these tears flow freely.

Staring out into the storm.

Striking deep in my perception

Of how I see the world.

With every bright flash

A different perspective percieved.

The thoughts they are now slowing

And so is the breeze

The thunder it weakens

Just a low grumble now

The soothing smell of the water

I put my knees on the ground

My mind starts to ease

A gentle wind at my back

I put a mask on my face

So that I can head back

To a world that seems broken

Until once again

The storm is awakend

But I know how it ends.

I sit in silence.

This Never ending pain.

Where the dark clouds follow.

A never ending rain.

With every thunderous boom.

Its Causing me to shake.

A shivering sadness

From the water on my face.

My voice starts to quiver.

I simply cant keep up with the pace.

You see these thoughts are just racing.

They howl like the wind

Just twirling around

With no way to win

As these tears flow freely.

Staring out into the storm.

Striking deep in my perception

Of how I see the world.

With every bright flash

A different perspective percieved.

The thoughts they are now slowing

And so is the breeze

The thunder it weakens

Just a low grumble now

The soothing smell of the water

I put my knees on the ground

My mind starts to ease

A gentle wind at my back

I put a mask on my face

So that I can head back

To a world that seems broken

Until once again

The storm is awakend

But I know how it ends.