Hope Raindrops glisten with rainbows of light, searing reflections the colors are bright. I look out the window the lights are a blur, leaving this town my thoughts are of you. The back seat is cold, I turn and sit still, the tears are a flowing, despair's all I feel. Lost for the moment, no smile can I find, am I going crazy, have I lost my mind? Then slowly I think, maybe theres hope, memories live on, maybe I'll cope. A little smile comes, the tears all subside, inside my heart, is where you reside. --- merged: Dec 9, 2011 9:01 PM --- STILLNESS Stillness settles on the tired horizon. Dust becomes dormant as wind disappears. Where are the waves that engulfed life? Rolling across the grassy plains. Ending where time rests it's head. Mocking the rest of the waters sweet sound. Swallowed by fates restless hand. Gone is the existence that we once knew. One left to stand in the fire. Who is this person that you have become? Alone in the crowd of humanity. Awake in the still of the night. Stillness consumes me. --- merged: Dec 9, 2011 9:03 PM --- Questions My indefatigability to breathe new air has left me fractured, worn and tired. Resiliency of my thick skin has kept me traveling onward. Sessions lessons paved the way and brought me here to comprehend entity. A soul left dawdling, in the dust remembering times spent wasted. What of the future, is in my hands?all or none, whenever you ask. Questions remain through questions asked answered again a different way. What of this life? Ask me not now.Seek your own soul to decide --- merged: Dec 9, 2011 9:04 PM --- The Fairest Maiden The fairest maiden of all, smiles as she drops the petal, Floating slowly till touching the babbling brook far below. He loves me she whispered, As the last rose is bared. Locked in this castle the dreams dance inside, A voice from the past she wishes not heard. The knight not so shining on this drizzling day, The steps to this tower are steep and restricted. The life and the love is waiting for her, Another whose heart the petals float for. The brook of her life is where real love rests. The roses are gone, the brook is still there, The love waits for her, no sadness it has. The real knight is waiting to bring her new flowers. --- merged: Dec 9, 2011 9:04 PM --- Octobers Charade We run through the waterfall, our bodies all wet. We sit on the grass, as the warm sun dries us. We climb up the mountain, through craggled small trails. We stop to rest, taking in all of Gods beauty. As we start again, we munch as we slowly move along. We stop at a stream, and take a long drink. There up ahead, a soft bed of grass to lay in. We sleep for a while, then we are startled. A loud popping sound shatters the peace. We jump and we run, barely seeing as we go by our fathers' limp body, his majestic rack fallen. --- merged: Dec 9, 2011 9:05 PM --- The Gray Headed One The sky weeps down on my tired old head. Wrinkles of dusk drown out the light. Soggy and laggard, I limp slowly by. The eyes of the city are opening up, looking for darks early slumber. Drenched as the night is getting dark. Seeking dry haven and respite from the nox. Sadly none to be found here. The tired old man inside my mind won't let go of the besotted dimness. Dreams become reality when it's what we choose. Stars in my mind overtake moons. Searing light dries the mood. I wake to the brightness of life, the gray headed one has perished. --- merged: Dec 9, 2011 9:09 PM --- I bumped into you the other day A crowd of people yet I saw your eyes We said excuse me and looked away Today I wonder why I did'nt stop A fantasty exposed a life of dreaming Years passed by in that one quick meeting I felt a sudden urge to call you up But I don't know you, never did Two years have passed, They know me well A fixture in the lonely mall --- merged: Dec 9, 2011 9:12 PM --- Singing in the shower I sound a bit like Elvis Looking in the mirror I look a bit like Travolta Walking down the road I stroll a bit like Pacino Talking to my friends I sound a bit like Cage Holding my dear daughter I feel a bit like Mother Theresa Talking in my meeting I roll the words like Gandhi Driving in my car I look a bit like Andretti Making love is when I feel a bit like Juan Working in the day I feel a bit like Powell Dancing to the music I look a bit like Astaire Turning in for sleep I lay down like Van Winkle When I dream I dream of peace and love throughtout the world --- merged: Dec 9, 2011 9:17 PM --- The herd is heard when in a herd, the voice of many comes as one. Hard to hear the herd however, when the herd becomes broken. Searching to be different somehow, herded together all as one. Cause indifferent to the herded, long as the cause is the one. Fighting for the right to be heard, winning soothe's the angry herd. I heard a song and it brought me back, to a place of hard hoarding. Herding sheep or hoarding herrings, all's the same when we are one. When I find the cause worth fighting, you'll have heard I joined the herd. As for now I think I'm different, different as the other one. --- merged: Dec 9, 2011 9:19 PM --- Today I walked along the beach Alone Breathing the smell of the lake water I Somehow I wondered if I still Can Enjoy the choice I had made when it came time to Decide Wholeheartadly and effortlessly try My Advice given to another pertaining to their Future Life or the lack thereof --- merged: Dec 9, 2011 9:21 PM --- The picture frame is empty, waiting for the brush the look I get from far away, gives me such a rush. The painting of a picture, that I want to see, the strokes you tell remind me of, a way I want to be. The story told a different way, portrays a different image, a day unlike another one, the turning of a page. I was framed the other day, when you spoke of me, by painting my old tales of woe, you showed how I could be. The art we spew as we recall, the memorie of another, the fire of life is burning bright, as we run for cover. So think when you are painting, your pictures to a friend, it may be thee only picture, remembered to the end. --- merged: Dec 9, 2011 9:22 PM --- My cd case is cracked and worn, The one that holds the tune I listen to the sound of love Like weddings done in June The music takes me back aways To days when I would smile I'd close my eyes and tap my foot And lay with you a while Breezy nights and sweaty skin Love was in the making Together we could save the world The stars were ours for taking We held each other oh so tight A vow to not let go Then something stole our cloud away Our love forgot to grow The pain we caused the other one Hearts torn up to shreds We squashed the lovely love we had By thinking with our heads Now the days are shorter still When thoughts are not of you Then on the radio the song of love And then my day turns blue Its time to toss away this cracked and tired old cd And find a new song to tap to And realize your free --- merged: Dec 9, 2011 9:24 PM --- Grilled upon an open pit, like pig after the slaughter, drilled right through my tired brain, waiting for the laughter. Led around by nose halter, rope strung through my ring, breathing's hard whilst yanked upon, wishing I could sing. Stolen smiles trampled upon, kicked under the rug, frowns that grow and eat away, worse than any drug. Feelings quashed and whisked away, feeling their not worthy, invalidation rears it's head, we'll talk after tuesday. Hope was lost when you gave up, wishing for another all was lost when you left me, I know of no other. Sick of all these sickening days, wanting to break free, wont you leave and let me see, what's inside of me. As the day progress's to, the angry still of night, I hope for you the stars will stay, for you always bright. Me I'll take the early bus, to a place thats near, to a place I'll sit and shed, one last final tear.