ah my silly papers
they don't love me anymore
i got them filed in a box
its in the corner of the room
the morning comes to be a wait
she's standing in a dressy gown
the singer has to contemplate
the lyrics and the words perfume
i should have come to hear you sing
you could have taken off the weight
there was music in the atmosphere
we'd be children all over again
wouldn't we if we could
wouldn't we if we had the means
wouldn't we if there was a way
wouldn't we and so we dream
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Showing posts with label love. Show all posts
Tuesday, April 7, 2015
#poetry - The Magic Gets Lost
Tune in, the magic gets lost
Tune in, the magic gets lost
Someone to hold
Someone to love
Someone to hold
Someone to love
I can't explain complaint of the day
But I can feel every word you say
So I go round, and round, and round
So I get taken by all the sights and sound
The unifying
Dynamic
The bond that ties and holds
The exam that sets you free
The one that all fevers respond to
The one that makes you out of me
Tune in, the magic gets lost
Tune in, the magic gets lost
Someone to hold
Someone to love
Someone to hold
Someone to love
It's here and there, it's everywhere
The moon bare, then Saturn ring dust
The room share, the barter and cost
Consume, digest, no worse is the fare
Dynamic is out, and dynamic is in
No more of the doubt, no more of the sin
Just tune in, the magic gets lost
So tune in, the magic gets lost
Tune in, the magic gets lost
Someone to hold
Someone to love
Someone to hold
Someone to love
I can't explain complaint of the day
But I can feel every word you say
So I go round, and round, and round
So I get taken by all the sights and sound
The unifying
Dynamic
The bond that ties and holds
The exam that sets you free
The one that all fevers respond to
The one that makes you out of me
Tune in, the magic gets lost
Tune in, the magic gets lost
Someone to hold
Someone to love
Someone to hold
Someone to love
It's here and there, it's everywhere
The moon bare, then Saturn ring dust
The room share, the barter and cost
Consume, digest, no worse is the fare
Dynamic is out, and dynamic is in
No more of the doubt, no more of the sin
Just tune in, the magic gets lost
So tune in, the magic gets lost
Saturday, March 21, 2015
#poetry - Soul Mate Lessons
If I both need and want you
It may be best to try both less,
Diamonds are made by pressure, yes,
But organic matter needs space to grow,
And growth has more worth than diamonds
For diamonds are the sum of extreme anti-growth,
A possession by a mountainous bully,
An excavation by a greed monger,
A testament to nothing except just one element of wonder,
That pressure creates something harder than a rock.
But have you ever seen a diamond without the craft
Of a hand that is organic?
The growth behind the hand, the growth of that hand's art
The growth of that hand's patience
The growth of that hand's understanding
All come to focus on the surface of the diamond
To polish and shape and create something new and valuable.
It is not the diamond that matters
It is the hand that made it worth wearing
And the hand that gives it to someone worth giving
And the hand that receives it and wears it true.
But to earn all this there must first be growth.
Growth of love and trust and patience and dedication.
Growth of spirit and mind and body
Growth of awareness of Soul.
I have seen two trees planted four feet apart.
They grew to a height of ten feet,
And then something dictated that they must grow apart,
Perhaps a drought
or perhaps their palms were overstimulated and they took each other's light.
So they bowed outward from one another, so both could florish,
Not flourish, so both could merely survive,
And they did this for another three feet,
And then,
Perhaps because in their growth they became more aware of the Soul,
More aware that they were each other's mates,
More aware that for no reason should they ever be parted,
More aware of the difference between survival and flourishing,
These two trees grew back to within four feet of one another,
And continued to grow for another ten feet,
Flourishing all the way.
I have never seen a diamond grow that way.
Perhaps if I could live long enough, I might see a mountain grow that way,
But I don't think so.
I know a river grows that way in somewhat of a way, winding back and forth,
And I know hands are always growing that way,
Coming in close to hold
Leaving for a short time
And yearning to be close again holding
I wish there were a better way than to want and need less
But we're all only a mortal entity
And we all only have so much time to transpire
And so we are prone to boughts of survival fits
We are prone to focus on shortages from time to time
We are prone to lose sight of our Soul and our Mate,
And sadly, we are prone to suffer for the loss of these two sights,
Sadly, it is only when the sight of our mate reaches the zenith of the horizon
And becomes silohuette, becomes only memory, becomes the well of regret,
Becomes the spring of remorse, becomes the tears of shame,
Becomes utter and undying loss
Becomes the worst that could ever happen or be conceived to happen,
Sadly, only then, and with all the pain such a then can muster,
Sadly, only then are we shaken to awake
Shaken to reverse
Shaken to recall and cling on and hold on and fight to regain
Shaken to give up everything for just one more moment
And so hopeful that it is not too late.
Why? Because that is the way it works.
The lesson that Soul Mates teach to one another.
It may be best to try both less,
Diamonds are made by pressure, yes,
But organic matter needs space to grow,
And growth has more worth than diamonds
For diamonds are the sum of extreme anti-growth,
A possession by a mountainous bully,
An excavation by a greed monger,
A testament to nothing except just one element of wonder,
That pressure creates something harder than a rock.
But have you ever seen a diamond without the craft
Of a hand that is organic?
The growth behind the hand, the growth of that hand's art
The growth of that hand's patience
The growth of that hand's understanding
All come to focus on the surface of the diamond
To polish and shape and create something new and valuable.
It is not the diamond that matters
It is the hand that made it worth wearing
And the hand that gives it to someone worth giving
And the hand that receives it and wears it true.
But to earn all this there must first be growth.
Growth of love and trust and patience and dedication.
Growth of spirit and mind and body
Growth of awareness of Soul.
I have seen two trees planted four feet apart.
They grew to a height of ten feet,
And then something dictated that they must grow apart,
Perhaps a drought
or perhaps their palms were overstimulated and they took each other's light.
So they bowed outward from one another, so both could florish,
Not flourish, so both could merely survive,
And they did this for another three feet,
And then,
Perhaps because in their growth they became more aware of the Soul,
More aware that they were each other's mates,
More aware that for no reason should they ever be parted,
More aware of the difference between survival and flourishing,
These two trees grew back to within four feet of one another,
And continued to grow for another ten feet,
Flourishing all the way.
I have never seen a diamond grow that way.
Perhaps if I could live long enough, I might see a mountain grow that way,
But I don't think so.
I know a river grows that way in somewhat of a way, winding back and forth,
And I know hands are always growing that way,
Coming in close to hold
Leaving for a short time
And yearning to be close again holding
I wish there were a better way than to want and need less
But we're all only a mortal entity
And we all only have so much time to transpire
And so we are prone to boughts of survival fits
We are prone to focus on shortages from time to time
We are prone to lose sight of our Soul and our Mate,
And sadly, we are prone to suffer for the loss of these two sights,
Sadly, it is only when the sight of our mate reaches the zenith of the horizon
And becomes silohuette, becomes only memory, becomes the well of regret,
Becomes the spring of remorse, becomes the tears of shame,
Becomes utter and undying loss
Becomes the worst that could ever happen or be conceived to happen,
Sadly, only then, and with all the pain such a then can muster,
Sadly, only then are we shaken to awake
Shaken to reverse
Shaken to recall and cling on and hold on and fight to regain
Shaken to give up everything for just one more moment
And so hopeful that it is not too late.
Why? Because that is the way it works.
The lesson that Soul Mates teach to one another.
Wednesday, March 18, 2015
#poetry - Odysseus and Penelope
Driving out to the middle of no where
I keep my back to the road---
My mind is on the field and the sky
My heart is tuned to the horizon
My spirit pervades the earth
My soul is this universe
My life is only a demonstration of pure being
My love is patient for me and waits till I return home
And now I have arrived
We have many stories to tell
Though laughter and tears are many, silence is one.
I keep my back to the road---
My mind is on the field and the sky
My heart is tuned to the horizon
My spirit pervades the earth
My soul is this universe
My life is only a demonstration of pure being
My love is patient for me and waits till I return home
And now I have arrived
We have many stories to tell
Though laughter and tears are many, silence is one.
Thursday, March 5, 2015
#Poetry - Love
For Gabriella
Love in a vacuum is easy to conceive,
The moment that you start to
Is the moment you believe---
Its the wonder that you hold onto,
When you think it wants to leave,
And that's when you should let it go,
to grow and breathe.
Love is a value
That patience lets you know,
It comes into your life
When you start to let this show---
With balance and a sense of good,
Comes a trust that fuels it more and so
To relax and enjoy this time, just let it
breathe and grow.
Love is me and love is you,
We found it here, we'll find it there,
Whether we be near or far apart
We have it now and everywhere,
And as we keep our head in this cloud,
Others will stop in their tracks and stare,
And they might learn too the secret of love,
and breathe, grow and share.
Love in a vacuum is easy to conceive,
The moment that you start to
Is the moment you believe---
Its the wonder that you hold onto,
When you think it wants to leave,
And that's when you should let it go,
to grow and breathe.
Love is a value
That patience lets you know,
It comes into your life
When you start to let this show---
With balance and a sense of good,
Comes a trust that fuels it more and so
To relax and enjoy this time, just let it
breathe and grow.
Love is me and love is you,
We found it here, we'll find it there,
Whether we be near or far apart
We have it now and everywhere,
And as we keep our head in this cloud,
Others will stop in their tracks and stare,
And they might learn too the secret of love,
and breathe, grow and share.
Wednesday, February 18, 2015
#poetry - Wake up and smell the roses
"Wake up and smell the roses"
First comes will, then energy,
Then it finds you after you find it,
Then comes curiosity with innocence,
and love and warmth and light.
Next comes the first lie and
in the fall out you cry though,
it was comparatively small but,
it makes you feel paradise lost.
Then you adjust and counter and
begin to lie as well and join
the ranks and participate and
still have love but hurt and feel.
Then the well in you fills
and brims with a sorrow
driven by all you could have said
and done with more truth.
Then the weight of your well
so deep and full halts you fully
and you sink in some form of despair
and begin to think your self is lost.
Then you learn to cope in some way
and drain some of your well
till it fills again and you repeat
and start to polish a human life.
But then just maybe you leave
your well unguarded and unchecked
until it fills and brims and floods
the entire plane upon which you stand
and take for granted.
Now you must sincerely dwell
until you find the root and the source
of your well; now you must go down there
against the grain of fear, diving deep.
You have mishaps and fear and anxiety
and nearly drown on the way, but still you go
and little by little you build fortitude
and wind and skill, diving to your pearl.
Then you come like a rocket out of your own deep
with pearl in hand and a glowing smile on face,
and you are then with open rejuvenated heart
and a mind born free and flowing with thought.
And you return to all you love
and return very true but little wise,
you cannot yet know the nature
of the fear in their eyes.
Then you rattle around the walls
of other folks' brains and incite
them to action of good and bad intent
and take their shame and receive harm from them.
Then you open a door to Patience
and go along with a loved one
out of trust; it is next when
Patience and trust meet, that it begins.
You yield the best of you to the best of them,
And in comes more light and vision,
And you yield control and simply be,
while they yield to you both love and skill.
And through the gentle rush of it all,
by the kindness, for the will,
because you are ready and so are they,
next you open up your eyes
and you see the waves of heat
and you smell the Roses
and you know then God is with you
and you know then heaven has come to earth.
First comes will, then energy,
Then it finds you after you find it,
Then comes curiosity with innocence,
and love and warmth and light.
Next comes the first lie and
in the fall out you cry though,
it was comparatively small but,
it makes you feel paradise lost.
Then you adjust and counter and
begin to lie as well and join
the ranks and participate and
still have love but hurt and feel.
Then the well in you fills
and brims with a sorrow
driven by all you could have said
and done with more truth.
Then the weight of your well
so deep and full halts you fully
and you sink in some form of despair
and begin to think your self is lost.
Then you learn to cope in some way
and drain some of your well
till it fills again and you repeat
and start to polish a human life.
But then just maybe you leave
your well unguarded and unchecked
until it fills and brims and floods
the entire plane upon which you stand
and take for granted.
Now you must sincerely dwell
until you find the root and the source
of your well; now you must go down there
against the grain of fear, diving deep.
You have mishaps and fear and anxiety
and nearly drown on the way, but still you go
and little by little you build fortitude
and wind and skill, diving to your pearl.
Then you come like a rocket out of your own deep
with pearl in hand and a glowing smile on face,
and you are then with open rejuvenated heart
and a mind born free and flowing with thought.
And you return to all you love
and return very true but little wise,
you cannot yet know the nature
of the fear in their eyes.
Then you rattle around the walls
of other folks' brains and incite
them to action of good and bad intent
and take their shame and receive harm from them.
Then you open a door to Patience
and go along with a loved one
out of trust; it is next when
Patience and trust meet, that it begins.
You yield the best of you to the best of them,
And in comes more light and vision,
And you yield control and simply be,
while they yield to you both love and skill.
And through the gentle rush of it all,
by the kindness, for the will,
because you are ready and so are they,
next you open up your eyes
and you see the waves of heat
and you smell the Roses
and you know then God is with you
and you know then heaven has come to earth.
Tuesday, February 17, 2015
#poetry - Perfect Beauty
For Gabriella
You give the all of your beautiful love
You give the all of your beautiful love
To your colleagues, friends and family;
You strive to be honest and true always,
You approach everyday with innocence,
You respect each day with curiosity and energy,
You are genuine and kind and caring,
You are the highest ideal and you are the best of real,
You are the Angel we dream of and hope for—
You are a miracle to me and many,
You are Love incarnate and perfect beauty!
#poetry - My Valentine
For Gabriella, love Robert,
With every step I take, I think of you,
With every step I take, I think of you,
Wherever I go, whatever I do,
I love to see you when I wake up,
I love to see you when I go to bed,
I love you every hour between, with or without make up
I shall love you always until the day I am dead;
But for all the time we have, between now and then,
I am so thankful it’s you,
my
Love, my Partner, my Friend!
#poetry - "To Your Golden Age Approaching"
My dear, you are stunning in your myriad way,
Your world within, your world without;
The warmth and radiance of what makes today
Is becoming your gold, you cannot doubt.
The path you have taken has had many turns,
The people you have loved, all the joys and sorrows,
The places you have been; and travels you yearn,
Are all here today and becoming your tomorrows.
You are a monarch of love in all your worlds,
You are a spire of strength, an example to many,
You have kindness for all while your wisdom unfolds,
You have peace any day, you are often ready.
Remember to love and that you are much loved,
Remember to be yourself always, that you are above.
Your world within, your world without;
The warmth and radiance of what makes today
Is becoming your gold, you cannot doubt.
The path you have taken has had many turns,
The people you have loved, all the joys and sorrows,
The places you have been; and travels you yearn,
Are all here today and becoming your tomorrows.
You are a monarch of love in all your worlds,
You are a spire of strength, an example to many,
You have kindness for all while your wisdom unfolds,
You have peace any day, you are often ready.
Remember to love and that you are much loved,
Remember to be yourself always, that you are above.
Thursday, February 5, 2015
#poetry #lyrics - only a breath away
you're sad and then you fall
the world around you notices
and when they come to call
you push away
and then you run and hide
in your favorite place
as you always run and hide
to your favorite place
it was just a game at first
now you're noticing too late
this place does you no good
you're feeling down misplaced
but where to go from here
you wonder
where to go
oh hear me dear
go to your mental notes
and go to your gentle friend
then go to a group and go to a group
and go to a group again
to let it out out out
oh let it out out out
and listen now
and listen now
there's more to you
there's more for you
this world's for you
with love for you
and we're only a breath away
yes only a breath away
only a breath away
we love you
only a breath away
yes we love you
so listen to me now my dear
all that you have to do
all that you have to do is
all that you have to do
all that you have to do is
keep breathing
keep breathing
keep breathing
just keep breathing
keep breathing
keep breathing
keep breathing
just keep breathing and
our love is soon to find you
as you are
our love will surely find you
as you all of you are
our love is soon to find you
as you are
our love will surely find you
as you all of you are
our love is soon to find you
as you are
our love will surely find you
as you all of you are
just as you are
the world around you notices
and when they come to call
you push away
and then you run and hide
in your favorite place
as you always run and hide
to your favorite place
it was just a game at first
now you're noticing too late
this place does you no good
you're feeling down misplaced
but where to go from here
you wonder
where to go
oh hear me dear
go to your mental notes
and go to your gentle friend
then go to a group and go to a group
and go to a group again
to let it out out out
oh let it out out out
and listen now
and listen now
there's more to you
there's more for you
this world's for you
with love for you
and we're only a breath away
yes only a breath away
only a breath away
we love you
only a breath away
yes we love you
so listen to me now my dear
all that you have to do
all that you have to do is
all that you have to do
all that you have to do is
keep breathing
keep breathing
keep breathing
just keep breathing
keep breathing
keep breathing
keep breathing
just keep breathing and
our love is soon to find you
as you are
our love will surely find you
as you all of you are
our love is soon to find you
as you are
our love will surely find you
as you all of you are
our love is soon to find you
as you are
our love will surely find you
as you all of you are
just as you are
#lyrics #poetry - So you'll be here tomorrow
I just called to say
I'm with you now
I'm here today
I feel this way for you
And I always have
I'm asking for
The friend in you
To be here too
I want to sing with you
So here we go
We have to say no
to our inner crazy
makeshift glory
We have to say yes
to the love we share
and the times we can have
My mind is made up
Our mind is made up
I know we can do this
I know we can
I know we can do this
If you sing with me now
I'll give you all my voice today
so you'll be here tomorrow
I'll give you all my voice today
So you'll be here tomorrow
I'll give you all my voice today
So you'll be here tomorrow
I'm with you now
I'm here today
I feel this way for you
And I always have
I'm asking for
The friend in you
To be here too
I want to sing with you
So here we go
We have to say no
to our inner crazy
makeshift glory
We have to say yes
to the love we share
and the times we can have
My mind is made up
Our mind is made up
I know we can do this
I know we can
I know we can do this
If you sing with me now
I'll give you all my voice today
so you'll be here tomorrow
I'll give you all my voice today
So you'll be here tomorrow
I'll give you all my voice today
So you'll be here tomorrow
Monday, December 15, 2014
#poetry - Friend
When I rise its only for a moment I'm alone,
and then the fog of sleep is clearing,
and then the weight of day comes bearing,
but with it too is knowing you are with me.
Chugging along, just chug chugging along.
Its something more than that though!
and I know you know it too and so
we're grooving on up and down and around.
You make me jump right out of my skin--
you've done this before, you'll do it again.
You drive me crazy, but that's not a sin!
I holler at you cause you are my friend.
Where we're going and where we've been
is all the same to me and it is all the world.
and then the fog of sleep is clearing,
and then the weight of day comes bearing,
but with it too is knowing you are with me.
Chugging along, just chug chugging along.
Its something more than that though!
and I know you know it too and so
we're grooving on up and down and around.
You make me jump right out of my skin--
you've done this before, you'll do it again.
You drive me crazy, but that's not a sin!
I holler at you cause you are my friend.
Where we're going and where we've been
is all the same to me and it is all the world.
Friday, December 5, 2014
#poetry - Shabda
i am my higher self
my heart is leading me on
no form of feeling or desire
by love and charity i heal
i am the lord of speech
and dear to women
my presence controls your senses
at will i enter and leave my body
Shabda O Shabda
my heart is leading me on
no form of feeling or desire
by love and charity i heal
i am the lord of speech
and dear to women
my presence controls your senses
at will i enter and leave my body
Shabda O Shabda
Saturday, November 29, 2014
#poetry - come help me with a song
oh music come and save me now
I am running hard and long
I am running from old memory
I will soon be overcome
I saw the end of family
I saw the end of all
so I need a new memory
help me make it with a song
help me heal
oh help me love
help me now oh music
come help me with a song
Sunday, July 20, 2014
#poetry - The Mirror's Calling
"The Mirror's Calling"
The starlet
dropped a painting's
light deep into her eye---
and it was just all then
deflected
yet unabated,
on its way the otherside---
The Mirror's calling.
Oh Scarlet,
stop your painting,
night is ready to fly
and you should come soaring
perfected
and with breath baited,
to find that all you hide
is just your all-knowing
going nowhere
no one knows---
no one knows where
no one goes.
The farthest
you've ever gotten
is that truth you deny
the moment it's falling
reflected
and concentrated---
that is how you abide
the mirror's calling
going nowhere
no one goes---
no one goes where
no one knows.
Scarlet run,
time is almost done
for starlet and for sun.
Call everyone,
the end has just begun
and run Scarlet run
going nowhere
no one knows,
no one knows where
no one goes---
run run run!
run Scarlet run!
The starlet
dropped a painting's
light deep into her eye---
and it was just all then
deflected
yet unabated,
on its way the otherside---
The Mirror's calling.
Oh Scarlet,
stop your painting,
night is ready to fly
and you should come soaring
perfected
and with breath baited,
to find that all you hide
is just your all-knowing
going nowhere
no one knows---
no one knows where
no one goes.
The farthest
you've ever gotten
is that truth you deny
the moment it's falling
reflected
and concentrated---
that is how you abide
the mirror's calling
going nowhere
no one goes---
no one goes where
no one knows.
Scarlet run,
time is almost done
for starlet and for sun.
Call everyone,
the end has just begun
and run Scarlet run
going nowhere
no one knows,
no one knows where
no one goes---
run run run!
run Scarlet run!
Thursday, July 17, 2014
#poetry - cold artificial damn distance
you tried to call me
several times
i answered and hung up
i got your message
got the point
the boiling of the moment
came full body
i'm staying out now
not coming home
it's best you drink some tea
so turn in early
get some rest
tomorrow is so charming
we'll try again
secret keeping alerts us
while agony awakes us
the messages we send half-hearted
encases all our thoughts half-thought
the burning of our real desires
subdued by our pride and egos
keeps us loving while we're parted
and hurting every second--for what?
several times
i answered and hung up
i got your message
got the point
the boiling of the moment
came full body
i'm staying out now
not coming home
it's best you drink some tea
so turn in early
get some rest
tomorrow is so charming
we'll try again
secret keeping alerts us
while agony awakes us
the messages we send half-hearted
encases all our thoughts half-thought
the burning of our real desires
subdued by our pride and egos
keeps us loving while we're parted
and hurting every second--for what?
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
#poetry - tremors and aftershock
I saw there was an innocence in you
I couldn't think of what else I could do
When I was near you I was very high
I kept on wondering why I wondered why
Somehow you saw the marvelous in me
It took your breath and took your everything
You didn't know you loved a sinking stone
You gave it all to make a happy home
You gave it all to make a happy
home is where i came to know you
inside your mind inside your heart
the most i ever hoped for happened
all from your mind all from your heart
tremors now and aftershock echoing woes
of photographs and fading scents on clothes
I never stopped believing in your love
It always found me lifting me above
I went out backwards the same way I had came
But this time seeking out the sound of your name
You took your time but you got over me
What once was yours became a memory
The years came rolling on like ocean foam
You got your wish you made a happy home
You got your wish you made a happy
home is where i think about you
treasuring your mind treasuring your heart
there's nothing that could ever love more
beside your mind beside your heart
i hope forever there will be space for me
inside your mind inside your heart
i hope forever you will be happy
inside your mind inside your heart
tremors still but after shock it glows
the wonder of you never fades it flows
the wonder of you never fades it flows
the wonder of you never fades it flows
I couldn't think of what else I could do
When I was near you I was very high
I kept on wondering why I wondered why
Somehow you saw the marvelous in me
It took your breath and took your everything
You didn't know you loved a sinking stone
You gave it all to make a happy home
You gave it all to make a happy
home is where i came to know you
inside your mind inside your heart
the most i ever hoped for happened
all from your mind all from your heart
tremors now and aftershock echoing woes
of photographs and fading scents on clothes
I never stopped believing in your love
It always found me lifting me above
I went out backwards the same way I had came
But this time seeking out the sound of your name
You took your time but you got over me
What once was yours became a memory
The years came rolling on like ocean foam
You got your wish you made a happy home
You got your wish you made a happy
home is where i think about you
treasuring your mind treasuring your heart
there's nothing that could ever love more
beside your mind beside your heart
i hope forever there will be space for me
inside your mind inside your heart
i hope forever you will be happy
inside your mind inside your heart
tremors still but after shock it glows
the wonder of you never fades it flows
the wonder of you never fades it flows
the wonder of you never fades it flows
#poetry - thinking man
hey man hold that pose forever
that upward gaze, that thinking crown
dream a spring to close the distance
savor what is now
you'll meet again, and there'll be laughter
this moment is not so long
yeah
let's feel the breeze, it softly blows
nature is free, and so we go
that upward gaze, that thinking crown
dream a spring to close the distance
savor what is now
you'll meet again, and there'll be laughter
this moment is not so long
yeah
let's feel the breeze, it softly blows
nature is free, and so we go
Saturday, May 31, 2014
#poetry - stopping ingenuity
i guess we build up or would it be down
there's more than one way to go
if you think about it often enough
and if you don't think someone thinks for you
i took a while to make myself up
and i did and i was grand and that was good
anyone could see and they knew and this felt fine
each of those moments were why life is so important
every picture has a highlight and a shadow
and sometimes someone comes to me asking advice
and sometimes i bring them through a journey
of building up and down until they buy my lines
where do these lines come from i never wonder
they come from the place i came from to begin with
am i ever to feel that i am not right for loving that
only for the longest moment and only for the longest moments
and before and after these sometimes i go to another
and walk on the lot and into the shop and therefore
i am sprung in another's trap and captured there to hear
the sounds of true words and see images of flowing beauty
another's innocence or that kind of portrayal
or beyond a skeptical sense an innocence of another kind
and there i will bask for the glory of it taking it all in
and letting it soak and become me and allowing myself to be sold
but are we ever truly sold or truly able to sell
when where it comes from is flowing and not stable
when where it all comes from is always on the move
to keep on making and making new always without end
oh holy god i am so tired and yet still young
and i know nothing is guaranteed not middle not old
and that there is no going back even for breath
but that why would you has an answer undoing everything
and that standing still doing nothing is possible
beyond the alarms of the mind ringing out for action
there is a stopping of the gears halting ingenuity
life is so important even if you make nothing
what you do for life what would you do for life
would you come to me now for i am failing
or let me know again and again what else there is
beyond and beyond that till the beyond runs out of itself
a loop a loop again a loop there there where where
growing is not what is happening what is happening
is only a happening whether up or down shivering
and whether words have meaning or not meaning or not
there's more than one way to go
if you think about it often enough
and if you don't think someone thinks for you
i took a while to make myself up
and i did and i was grand and that was good
anyone could see and they knew and this felt fine
each of those moments were why life is so important
every picture has a highlight and a shadow
and sometimes someone comes to me asking advice
and sometimes i bring them through a journey
of building up and down until they buy my lines
where do these lines come from i never wonder
they come from the place i came from to begin with
am i ever to feel that i am not right for loving that
only for the longest moment and only for the longest moments
and before and after these sometimes i go to another
and walk on the lot and into the shop and therefore
i am sprung in another's trap and captured there to hear
the sounds of true words and see images of flowing beauty
another's innocence or that kind of portrayal
or beyond a skeptical sense an innocence of another kind
and there i will bask for the glory of it taking it all in
and letting it soak and become me and allowing myself to be sold
but are we ever truly sold or truly able to sell
when where it comes from is flowing and not stable
when where it all comes from is always on the move
to keep on making and making new always without end
oh holy god i am so tired and yet still young
and i know nothing is guaranteed not middle not old
and that there is no going back even for breath
but that why would you has an answer undoing everything
and that standing still doing nothing is possible
beyond the alarms of the mind ringing out for action
there is a stopping of the gears halting ingenuity
life is so important even if you make nothing
what you do for life what would you do for life
would you come to me now for i am failing
or let me know again and again what else there is
beyond and beyond that till the beyond runs out of itself
a loop a loop again a loop there there where where
growing is not what is happening what is happening
is only a happening whether up or down shivering
and whether words have meaning or not meaning or not
Tuesday, May 27, 2014
#poetry - all he could remember
molly bloom must be what happens when a woman has sex
and she just rambles on and she just keeps going and going
and when she's going she's thinking and that's what
must be why she takes so long to come and why i am thinking about it so much
i'm going out she said i'm going out i'm going out
and i saw there was something to smoke in her hand
and i decided to go out too and so i thought hard for a moment
i just needed to stand and walk and so i stood and walked
and i could be having something of a staring contest
with the left side of my brain waiting for the rightful thoughts
to take their place on the side mountain of my creative notions
there to be thwarted by the staccato signature noises of the tapping of my shoe
but i couldn't answer her when she asked me what am i in the mood for
i couldn't even too quickly realize the subject was music
sweet music the kind that would augment my inner killing inner killing
the kind that would take my uhh and make it ahh make it ahh
and who could be calling me right now at 10:30
she says i shouldn't answer but then pretends for that person
she knows what they were going to say and then tells me its private
and cannot be shared which is fine because i was feeling a little reserved anyway
and i turned my head when the lightning came to be one great part of the sky
before the music fading made a few non fading noises to waken what was fallen
and moving once or moving twice it came for me and i didn't mind it all
because there was only some child's notion in me that what was happening
should not be happening everything else was well I was okay with it
and so i nodded and tapped my toes on the wood and didn't feel it but saw it
and then the wine needed sipping but that came before another drag and got in the way
and took a little longer than usual which was fine it needed to happen
and then that drag which reminds me there was a captain of a company
and there was a moment when he put the light in her face which was all he was supposed to do
and he realized this and that was the missing ingredient in his mind
and then he knew that was all he was supposed to do
even if it took him another year or lifetime or eternity
even if it was only once every shaking of the earth that he brought the light to her face
that was all and he took another drag and another sip and the lightning came again
and then the music fading got smoother and that was all he could remember
and she just rambles on and she just keeps going and going
and when she's going she's thinking and that's what
must be why she takes so long to come and why i am thinking about it so much
i'm going out she said i'm going out i'm going out
and i saw there was something to smoke in her hand
and i decided to go out too and so i thought hard for a moment
i just needed to stand and walk and so i stood and walked
and i could be having something of a staring contest
with the left side of my brain waiting for the rightful thoughts
to take their place on the side mountain of my creative notions
there to be thwarted by the staccato signature noises of the tapping of my shoe
but i couldn't answer her when she asked me what am i in the mood for
i couldn't even too quickly realize the subject was music
sweet music the kind that would augment my inner killing inner killing
the kind that would take my uhh and make it ahh make it ahh
and who could be calling me right now at 10:30
she says i shouldn't answer but then pretends for that person
she knows what they were going to say and then tells me its private
and cannot be shared which is fine because i was feeling a little reserved anyway
and i turned my head when the lightning came to be one great part of the sky
before the music fading made a few non fading noises to waken what was fallen
and moving once or moving twice it came for me and i didn't mind it all
because there was only some child's notion in me that what was happening
should not be happening everything else was well I was okay with it
and so i nodded and tapped my toes on the wood and didn't feel it but saw it
and then the wine needed sipping but that came before another drag and got in the way
and took a little longer than usual which was fine it needed to happen
and then that drag which reminds me there was a captain of a company
and there was a moment when he put the light in her face which was all he was supposed to do
and he realized this and that was the missing ingredient in his mind
and then he knew that was all he was supposed to do
even if it took him another year or lifetime or eternity
even if it was only once every shaking of the earth that he brought the light to her face
that was all and he took another drag and another sip and the lightning came again
and then the music fading got smoother and that was all he could remember
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