The warning signs are peeling from the skins on which they lay
The dangers have past and now we're left to wonder why
"Why did I believe?"
"Why did I fear?"
"Why does it matter?"
The answers do not and the bare skin of freedom remains
To live
To breathe
To feel
To Love
To bare TRUTH
Sunday, August 17, 2014
Monday, August 11, 2014
Thursday, August 7, 2014
Boardwalk Life
We walk the crowded boardwalk and manage not to touch one another yet we are all connected
The beautiful and ugly disappear in laughter
The lights and smells and tastes are silly
Screams in chorus and smiles shared with adrenaline rush along with the painful wait in line
Anxiety is seated as the lap bar comes down secure to hold us captive along a ride parallel to life
We all get on and all get off
The young in us wish to ride it again and for the old in us once is enough
The beautiful and ugly disappear in laughter
The lights and smells and tastes are silly
Screams in chorus and smiles shared with adrenaline rush along with the painful wait in line
Anxiety is seated as the lap bar comes down secure to hold us captive along a ride parallel to life
We all get on and all get off
The young in us wish to ride it again and for the old in us once is enough
Saturday, July 26, 2014
Man In The Sand
The body and its memory stayed buried in the sand
The thought landed upon my heart and stood tall in the doorway
I felt lonely and unforgiven, I could not remember what I'd done
How does a dream of murder wash the mind?
Reality swept through another time
A question of mine
And I don't know the answer
Or the man in the sand
All the flesh becomes part and parted from the evidence
A guilt, a something we are not
A bag of emptiness capable of thought
The end of the story... floppy and lifeless and waiting to rot
The thought landed upon my heart and stood tall in the doorway
I felt lonely and unforgiven, I could not remember what I'd done
How does a dream of murder wash the mind?
Reality swept through another time
A question of mine
And I don't know the answer
Or the man in the sand
All the flesh becomes part and parted from the evidence
A guilt, a something we are not
A bag of emptiness capable of thought
The end of the story... floppy and lifeless and waiting to rot
Sunday, July 20, 2014
Holding Hands With Time
The line between light and dark is thin
And the transition from dusk and dawn is in
There are twilight hours of purple hue
And red skies prettier than blue
The nether hours of waking mind
Are dream swept places of a never find
Old as calcium, bony and bare
A world of color with no light to spare
I will walk this space of shaded line
And dream of holding hands with time
And the transition from dusk and dawn is in
There are twilight hours of purple hue
And red skies prettier than blue
The nether hours of waking mind
Are dream swept places of a never find
Old as calcium, bony and bare
A world of color with no light to spare
I will walk this space of shaded line
And dream of holding hands with time
Tuesday, July 15, 2014
Misunderstood Youth
I was familiar to the new
Told I had never seen before yet knowing I had
Confused, I did not trust those older than I
So I continued to play with novelty
I will make it my own and the elders will continue to misunderstand
It's a passage to a new age which I will be a part of
Those young minds will thrive, not misled by fear of the old ways
While the teachers of history remind us of the truth of change
Told I had never seen before yet knowing I had
Confused, I did not trust those older than I
So I continued to play with novelty
I will make it my own and the elders will continue to misunderstand
It's a passage to a new age which I will be a part of
Those young minds will thrive, not misled by fear of the old ways
While the teachers of history remind us of the truth of change
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