Merry-Go-Round

Gentle, Gentle

I've seen you cut down trees

Why do they all resemble me

I know you and you know I know

I'm just a fallen man

What are these passing

Remember when we found remedies

Slowly, slowly gentle mind

Come to an ease

Sawed with an axe, I bleed

Misery and bitter falls

Let all things fade

Tell me what they told me

I'm just a man, still learning how to fall

I am no ghost, I cannot walk through walls

They have never looked out for me

I am what I am and what I am is who I am

I know is what I know and all I know is that I fall

Much more than I needed to

Much more than I tried to

Isn't it strange how things have changed

All is well, all is well

Even though sometimes I spin around for days

Round and round and round until I fall

 

All I See

Oh sister Mary

We are everlasting

Intertwined within into something 

I've never felt this way before

Let go of all of these mixed emotions

Forget about all your hesitations

My beating heart is only just the start

Oh sister don't be troubled

I know this isn't what you're used to

It's hard to let go of the past

But this train is moving 

And I am made for you

Together we're heading ceiling

I can not stand this stalling

All I see is your face 

I am seeing you every day

Patiently I stand here waiting

I want you to know that you make me glow

Don't ever ever let go

You're taking time 

But I hope you realize

You haven't missed a night of dancing through my dreams

Nothing will ever be simple

But I can meet you half way

Because we complete each others lives

The Need Is The Word

What makes you happy

What can I do to help

You are my stone

I swear I cannot hurt you

I'll stand by your side

There's no one else

You're in my eyes

I feel empty

Oh my girl please come home

Sidetracked and so alone

I don't know what to do

All I said is said

I just want my other half

I am longing for your embrace

This heart is filled with love

If I am snow then you are winter

I do not want you

I need you

Everything is missing

Can you hear my voice

All I am is for you

Hope For A Day

Give me a day to feel sad

Mourning slothfully and weeping softly

Quietly pushing the covers over my head

Snoozing through the day young 

Pushing the sun through the sky

Unevenly laying balanced by weakness

Waking for a breath and falling deeper

Seeping into a dream laid before my dark eyes

Absent from light and immune to my teeth

Neither will know and neither will show

Coming home crying to my ceiling 

Reaching for letters written fondly

Scribbling letters forming into words

Unable to identify my heartache or my headache

Plotting to find peace in my theatrical muse

I come short of feeling

Leaning over into numbing

I am merely sleeping awake

Tapping of piano keys patter on my roof

Each note sending me whirling as if the player knew

Candle lit and dim I will sit perched in the street

Upon the shore of the ocean I hold back

Shivering frost and biter cold cheeks I can not move

Hoping for a day where my sadness has gone away...

Make Some Sense

Yellow little rabbit hole

Follow through the snow

Galloping around the footprints

Dodging the trees barely missing

Hanging around the fireflies

Conversing with big ugly things

No hours watching the jungle gym

Overly alive just trying to survive

Six miles south of north map

Under this one shooting down

Big lion calls sprawled out

Mistaken paper nap sack

Barely alive using words to speak aloud

Crouching below the big willow

Monsters very tall 

Drill a tiny hole

Measure a new train

Find a new game 

Give me a compass 

Who among is still young 

UN

UNdress my EYES of these tears dripping from MY chin

UNweave this HEART from the Weight holding me to the FLOOR

UNcover fears nestled in my BONES

Break me free of this prison I hold myself in 

Speak to me words of silent melodies dying in days never to come

UNhinge this desire within

Mold me in the likeness of a man

Bear heavy words of Encouragement 

Able to hear from this land

Put me in a HOLE and feed me no Food

Strengthen my abilities to Survive solely alone

Give me a breath of LIFE

Pick me up OFF of this ground

Solidify my joints resisting a fall

Dam my EYE lids

UNdo this mess I laid MYSELF in

Friend of All Friends

I sit discussing things of value that might not mean anything at all

Politics and art such things that vary from time to time

We holler aloud in our silent space giving ear to each other

Our spoken words absent of sound, heard

Never ceasing to stop this conversation, endless

Weather or not these friends of mine are real I do not dwell in

They listen well and that is why they are with me

All of us together form a single body

They are always around

No need to call them

No need to wait for them

Transparent to time

Mirrored from me

Lending their hand for help

I'm fine with these voices in my head

Long Lost Message

Who among you is but a fool

The sky is moving she's a moon

These garments showing fumes 

Growing feathers beneath the womb

Sky is woman she's on the move

This love is a running loom

Leave me rope so I can get back home

Vanish on the bow

Feel it all

Feel it in the dark room 

My mind could not walk this silver

Pale son all he wants

This story goes

I will see you when he gets home

Follow through

Uncharted footstep blanks

Friendly ghosts

Someday moons pain will be clean

With all these wolves around you

Send me the message when I get home

Something might get me

Ringing this one dry

Carry the story from old

Can you give him a clue

Natural blue

One mile until lost

Coming to a loss

Don't bother them

I'll send him in the morning 

 

Death has risen before me and I have shaken his hand

Both in agreement that he almost won but still acknowledging that this has just begun

This tug of war for my life is teetering on the edge of exhaustion

Bringing me to the brink of my sanity

The ruler of all lies has placed his tongue softly on the beating drum of my ear

The droplets of his saliva are solidifying around my ears like wax headphones

Numbing the truths that are so visibly screaming on my left and rights

Wrapping his warm arms around me and rocking, he sings with his brilliant slaves

Sunset after sunset I find myself wandering like a baby penguin back to mother for comfort and warmth

Perching just below reality

This constant battle is requiring a sword that my dagger can not overcome

My armors pierced and battered grieving to be restored 

Every opening of my eyes reborn

Covering my sheepish body snow white wool flows full and thick that can never be sheered

I'm in refuge

Drive Me

Today I was asked the question "Where is your life going?"

It got me thinking about the question, does any person "know" where there life is going?

Do we plan out our lives? Or do we just play the by standard in this roller coaster life?

Can we actually "plan" out our life? or do we just try and make it go the way we want it?

Does God play a factor in planning our life?

If he does, can we alter his plan?

If we control our own life and plan it ourselves, then why doesn't it go the way we planned?

Are we actually "controlling" anything?

And if we do control our life does that mean we have some sort of power?

When do we begin to take "control" of our lives?

Does the controlling of our lives differ in our age? Or are we always somehow in control?

What kind of control do we have?

What part of our life do we control? Or do we control all of it?

Does God ever get any credit?

Why is it that when life goes "wrong" to our plan, we blame God?

But when life is good, who needs God?

Selfishly do we expect God to just make everything "okay" when things go wrong?

Can anyone rely on God all of the time? No matter what sort of ride we are on. 

Do we ever do anything for others purely just out of goodness? Or is it always deep selfishness.

Do we do things thinking we will receive something? 

Can we as people handle the fact that we can't do anything on our own?

Can we deal with the fact that we are weak?

Could you deal with someone you have never met running your life?

Belief

In this day and age does God matter?

If everyone believed in the same god would that change anything?

Would we be able to stop the war if God was the center of our beliefs?

Are humans capable of changing dramatically just by changing beliefs?

Can a human change in general?

Where do we draw the line on why we are fighting the war?

If everyone in the whole entire world decided to believe in Jesus Christ and His teachings would that result in peace?

As human beings just believing in the same god doesn't change the fact that we are selfish.

So why do we believe in God in the first place?

If believing in God didn't bring peace to all nations then what would?

Can we change our human nature?

Are we all born evil and some choose to be good?

What is good and evil?

How does a non religious person define good and evil?

If there was no law from the bible then how would you define good and evil?

Is good and evil a state of mind or an action?

If everyone wants world peace then how come we still lie, cheat, and steal?

How come everyone thinks everyone else should change and not themselves?

Would a simple agree in belief change the world?

What do you believe?

Jigsaw

Created misconceptions of a lovely love story destroyed

Unable to breathe through this smokey filled lung, dropped

Shocked and amazed by the passing time lost

Feeling discarded and trashed absorbing the impact 

All bets are off and the polls are in

Announcements awaiting for the words known

Nothing comes easily, nothing stands up

Consequences for the causing of crashing morale 

Descending to the south towards the sun

Used to be alright, what happened

I was set up, the cat got my tongue

How come I am always in the jux

Live long all the way, up to the day I die

Until then I will be waiting

Sitting, wishing for this idea of love

I'm so inside my body I can't get out

The drum beat of my pounding thumps out on top of my skin

It's on again, off again, on again, watch me fall

Squeeze me, let me burst, let me pour out

I love you more than enough

It's enough, never enough, enough

Reconciliation and rehabilitation

Sorry were under construction

You are not to be all to blame

Stretched thin, to breaking within

This house already built

Trying to withstand the summer cold wind

It's the turning point for the casino cards

Jigsaw puzzle thank you

To Be Sane

On the eve of my sanity I broke down

Fallen to the floor I picked myself up

Crawling to the door I found myself weak

My seemingly stable full proof mind split in two

Arguing aloud to myself 

Separate voices of the same voice spoke to me

My knees collapsed forward sending my body following it

On the floor I found my home 

Broken to pieces I could not mumble any words

The life long process finally came to it's finish

The concrete mote had been punctured

Call the men that carry the stretchers 

I need help someone please help

I am fallen

The tittering cliffs of depths I am lost

Angel on my shoulder demon on the polar

These are my pleas from inside my head

No one can hear me I am not alive

Living dead

In this house I can not feel

I hear laughter coming from my inner ear

Can you fix me

Pull me back to normal

Insanity is not what I want to plea

Christmas

The under lit Christmas lights on the tree glistened with a dim sadness

The boy sat and drank his hot coco staring out the frosty winter frozen window

Hoping to see the man that would one day bring his wish come true

He drifted to sleep now and again only to be woken by the cat purring at his ankles

Sitting in that rustic red wood chair covered with his mothers woven blankets

He spoke to the snow as if it were his friends telling him about his dreams

Painting little snowmen on the glass with his finger tips

His mother was asleep curled up in her bed sheets

His eyes searched the stars watching for the slightest movement

Puzzled and grim his face melted towards the floor

Looking behind him to see the plate of cookies 

Still intact he bowed his head in disappointment

Wondering about the images he had remembered he could not keep them in his mind

They would appear and vanish within seconds 

Struggling to hold on to them he became weak

Tears began to drip down over his lips settling on the back of his hand

He wiped his nose with out sniffling keeping his noise low

Looking out his window he hoped to see the man that would make his wish come true

He never asked for anything except the same thing each Christmas

All he had ever wanted was to see his father once more

Burn

The television must shine

Potatoes are taking their form

The tomatoes are undoing their makeup

Let them in, drop them in, let them wash away

Hold your breath and name them lonely

Sinking like a submarine

Only able to go under

Stuck in the bottle prevailing through the struggle

Stimulants and the bring you downs

Make these worlds go round

The brain has gone and left town

Breaking to be intoxicated

How long until the toddler ways loose their games

Lucky to make it past the high noon sun

And I ain’t no hero but that will never be me

Never be me again watching for the high noon sun

It is a torch that’s going to light this forest on fire

Light this world on fire and let it burn through to the sky

Cause the brains are waiting for something that will never arrive

Hoot And Holler

The caption of imagery concerning the category

Stated in the license should be represented with a penalty

Under going the business during the construction to the critics

Flowing through the hands of the youthful political parties

Minding the thought of the mockings using made up words

Placing in orders condescendingly laughing in the faces of the poshies

Giving new meanings to the lives we need embracing

Exploding through these ceilings sharing the ideas made in the homebodies

Vibrant colours and new world orders never the less scheming developing contractors

Exposing the new children of this revolution

Creating homes in the streets under the vast street lights

Puzzling the educated minds creating confusion in the homeroom

Disagreeing with a definition only made by the upright 

Rulers and law givers rallying the constitution of the meaning 

Mean while we create loads more to destroy the very reason they are hoot and hollering

New moldings and creative reconstructing shaping the philosophies of what we call our own

Expressing the positive energetic exploring of our fruitfulness

Embracing the questions asked associated with the after math of our talents

Accepting the pleasure that we find in the love letters and the crate canvas carriers 

Introducing some to the rebirth of the reasons we first started this life

Engulfed in the highs each one of us seek after 

Playing off one another to find more and more pleasure

We as the new people can not afford what they say we are supposed to

Instead we make it

Sounds Like Discover

Cars that go over and cars that go nowhere

Don't mind me in the slightest interest

Trains and planes and all the big crazy things

Concern me less than none minus one

Critters, bugs, and the tiny little slugs

Come short of my troubled long days

All throughout this world do I sleep on fretting

Slinging my conceptions to the bodies of vast liquid gatherings

I dreamt of a waking hour that I could say I cared about this before

Then a word washed ashore

I called out I want more, oh give me more

I saw that face peering up along the shore

That day lives were changed and things never could look the same

We had survived through his story channel

It was then that I realized, throwing me into something that I thrived

I could not live alone without her anymore

Going on I could not bare knowing that you were all my glory

We started over and imparted on this grown up journey

Packed the bags and headed to the west

Called it a quest and pressed on towards the west

You are what I call the best

Call me silly and say that I am immature but I know for sure

That you are my love bird and the honey bee that sits on the apple tree

Always and forever next to me

Store Born Story

Sitting on your balcony I watched you float like a butterfly

Catching the corner of my eye I could not look away

The smoke filled your lungs and the wine spilled down your throat

They left us deserted and uneasy

Rain trickled down the roof and made the mud fill the dirt

The weeks absence made the presence irresistible

The dogs tore down the exterior

With the walls broken we ran

This is no prime time dream

We were in the coverings and ditched the coating

Producing rain from the clouds in our head

Exploring the interior of each other

This is a story not from the store

We will be a threat

Riding on a pair of success

I wasn't ready for this plan of attack

Acting on a sentiment of sensation

The night goes on