Their Eyes

Whispers of gleams they once held
Their torment paints the silence deep
Dulling stars across a fading horizon
No longer hiding the misery they keep
Their edges blur into a fruitless gray
Refusing to dance to any melody
Months since the last song had ended
Devoid of any such youthful reverie
Yet painted in their pupils, daft tales
Love gone wrong, Relations jaded
Misquoted intentions, Chances missed
Harmony discorded, Hope is faded
Painful reminders at every winding turn
No escape from them, Not in a crowd
Wishing to help, Musing for sympathy
Silence unkempt, Disturbances loud
If only they knew, could possibly see
That once not so many oceans before
This dreamer's own were also haunted
Before finding hope from a hidden door

Things

Once I held a
Wife
Knew not how to
Love
Yes, She went
Away
A career I had once
Too
Away it went as
Well
The same way as my
Wife
Gave away it
All
Money, I held no
Patience
As I burned away my
Pile
Traded it for
Lies
Bargained from the
Devil
The world I thought
Held
If only in my
Mind
I became its
Fool
It became my
Master
That is the way of
Things
Glass never
Dry
Soul perpetually
Empty
Even the world was
Gray
Held little clout
A path I long
Ambled
For giving away it
All
I stopped short
Of dying down
Inside
Another purpose
Of which I'm not
Aware
Surely as I breath
I stand here with a
Bucket
Full of lies you
See
I traded my things
Yesterday
And filled with perpetual
Doubt
I did not know
That they were yet
Gone
Nothing is worth your
Soul
No, objects
They could not save
You
And yet, you held them
Tight
But still they slipped
Away
And as they simply
Fell
From the Earth
You slid out to
Space
With them, Yes
You chased your
Things
As far as you could
Go
And though they meant
Nothing
You wouldn't know that
For a while yet to
Come
And you sat there,
Just looking at your
Bucket
And you wondered
What did it all
Mean
Why were you sad,
From the loss of
Things,
Or something else
Inside

It Went So Fast

Unbridled wrath, Unmatched speed
   Shortened breath, Sonic blur
      Remembering, Forgetting

         Hands of clock, Caught by wind
            Squinting eyes, Holding space
               Unclear years, Fading, Vague

                  Restive Thoughts, Gain no ground
                        Pursuing,                  Chasing time
                  No purchase,              No reboot

               Once such pass, Youth falters
            Wisdom gained, Wrinkles too
         Boyhood lost, Seldom smooth

      Echoes sound, Laughter mutes
   Eyes shut tight, Listening loud
Out of reach, Beyond clouds

Friday Drivers

They drive by swiftly
In a race
to some where
They smoke
And text
And listen to the radio
Hopefully
They can still see the
Road
Their minds wander upon
Christmas
They worry about
Money
And bills
And sex
Not this evening though,
On their way home
They will
Forget
Every care they had
Perhaps
They ponder about
Beer
And parties
And sex
No longer do the bills
Matter
For two days
The world will stand
Still
And watch
And wait
But Monday will come
The doubts
They will return
and they will
Wish
That it was Friday
Once Again

Black Bags

That face,
It can only mean one thing
Trouble

How else,
Is a man supposed to see
Her face

The dark,
It doesn't hide her story
Her truths

No good,
She watches what is taken
Faith lost


They know,
Their dark act not unnoticed
Her too

Everyone sees,
The pillage that night; the dark
I saw

No Answers,
Mysteries under the moon
Yet not

Holding Hands on Helicopters

If you ever get the chance
Don't waste the opportunity
Time only slows in a dance
So, don't get lost in obscurity
Maybe it will be the last time
For Flying Machines and air
So when her smile is prime
Take hold of her hand up there
She may even hold yours too,
Tell her things she needs to hear
And why you've came all this way
Don't hold back, Own your fear
Moments, they tend to slip away
You've only met her this once
But the seconds are burning fast
Make a move, Forget the silence
Today too, becomes the past
Maybe it didn't matter anyhow
This story is quickly ending
Listening to the cat's meow
While time has a way of bending

Coffee Man

Your life is rough Mr. Coffee man
You didn't get it your way today
Well this isn't Burger King, Sir
And you aren't Mr. President are you
So sit your ass down in the little booth
You can drink your fucking coffee now
Your friends, they don't like you much
They only pretend to hear your voice
You come in here every single day
You and your fucking banana bread
What if it had mold, and you choked
All the money down at the bank and trust
It will not be enough to save your life
And those college kids you scorned
They forget to restart your heart this time
You realize you should have been kinder
Some people, they really have it made
Yet they bitch and fret their life away
Just the same as you Mr. Coffee Man
Trading your soul for moldy banana bread
Let us all hope that loaf tasted divine
No bakeries deliver at the morgue you see
You won't be able to talk your foolish talks
But we're aware of how self important you are
So Don't bother telling us, as we don't care
Luxuries of complaining when life's not 'fair'

The Mystery of the Broken Gumball Machine

The curious tale of a big red machine
Finds a place here amongst the fall leaves
Once perhaps, the novelty of wonders
Practically any color would fall from its drop
Most onlookers now pass  the antique
Though the cogs were oiled not so long ago
Gumball upon gumball fell from its glass
Much like dreams pour from the sandman's eyes
That machine in the field was not always so silent
Once it worked soundly and carried a tune
Then came the dew that rusted it shut
Attempts were made to make it turn
Foolery that ended quite the same way
The gumballs it spilled are now locked away tight
As time motioned past the cloudy, forgotten tale
Even the greatest of believers, believed it was late
For machines to start working against such a fate

They Walk By Me

A boy and his friend,
They walk on by me
Smiles light their faces,
They've never known pain
Youth still exists,
They have no scars of time
Today is immortal,
They know of no clocks
Tomorrow is a myth
They know not of it
Plans are endless,
They own the world
Laughter flourishes,
They only tell jokes
Daylight is abroad,
They don't understand dusk
Roads are everywhere,
They have many choices
Age is invisible,
They cannot see me
Dying is not an option,
They are forever

If

Memories,
If they held no faces
Moments,
If they held no sounds
Letters,
If they held no words
Particles
If they held no pieces

The Sky,
If it wasn't so blue
The Road,
If it wasn't so open
The Salt,
If it wasn't so bland
The Room,
If it wasn't so empty

Questions,
If they could be answered
Emotions,
If they could be tamed
Hearts,
If they could be trusted
Fools,
If they could be understood

Beginnings,
If they only floated
Mornings,
If they only lasted
Evenings,
If they only slowed
Endings,
If they only ended

Menu

Waiter: Did you miss something?
Him: It's hard to tell just now
Waiter: The weather is weird, yeah?
Him: Don't I know it
Waiter: Can I get you something else?
Him: It's not on the menu
Waiter(frowns): I suppose not
Him: But that's to be expected I guess
Waiter:......
Him: I reckon you can bring the check
Waiter: If that's what you would like
Him(laughs): That matters not
Waiter(leaves to get the check)
Him(stares out into the night)

Reflections in the Moon

An obscure and icy prison,
Broken only by the wind
Another shadow cast
In muted conversations
Outcomes unexpected
With minor breathing room
Expecting time to be gentle
When clocks remain unbroken
Gripping empty thoughts
Of which no sounds form
Exploring a surreal dream
To understand futility
Battling to breathe in sound
When silence is all afoot
Wrestling with reality
When dreams become harsh
Smoking under a starless sky
Contemplating the moon

Chasing the Dreamer through the Foothills of Time

I chase dreams that no one has ever seen before
At the bottoms of wishing wells you may find me
I seek what has never been sought with vitality
I bang upon doors that would seem quite shut
I walked back from the edge of death you see
All but certain that I could no longer dream
I found hope in futility, I found hope and more
Down to my last illusion, I recovered my stare
I saw the awe in the awful and awesome alike
Most of my suffering was of my own design
Yet it served some greater purpose inside of me
Without despair, I could not have found jubilation
The vast stories of my mind have yet to be written
Though they clearly exist and they beckon for release
I am the endless one who tires not at spilling thoughts
The proverbial ink releases demons I have not slain
However I no longer keep records of lesser things
Some people wish to rid their mind of heartache
I too, once wished upon the same silky starlights
Though who would I be without the roads I forged
How could I proclaim to be a writer without a pen
I could never be endless without a story to tell
Yesterday is long ago in a rear view mirror
I pray that my story finds a home one day
That it must not be retold in search of a kindred heart
For I long to put these walking shoes to rest
Their heels have long gave way to the callouses I keep
Trust not that I feel discouraged by the path at hand
Because my maker created a dreamer, who in turn created me
Without questions, our existences would fail to have purpose
With no purpose, I could not stretch to you this tale
What is it that brings you here this evening I wonder
Do you have no where to go besides in the in between
Hold on if you feel like dying, For I have cheated death too
Your heart is more resilient than you will ever know
Take what you want from the words on any page
Use them to understand your own elusiveness
I have no need for them once they leave my soul
Yet I would wish you kindly in the business that  you seek
Of finding yourself when others have forgotten that you exist
No longer do I speak by the aid of a sedative or such
I've given that away too, Among the ways of waywardness
Another open road awaits the ageless traveling man
Him and his endless pad have another date with destiny
Clinging to remaining hope, here in the foot hills of time
He makes his way around the world without another sound

Capitalism and Cartoons

Eating cold mac and cheese
With Scooby Doo shapes
Out of a pot with a spoon
In my pajamas at 1000 am
The air fresh, The day young
The American way of life
Gluttonous in our daily wealth
In lesser countries they hunger
Not knowing Scooby Doo
Or the wonders of television bliss
What becomes of our egos
As we forget world suffrage
I pause to be grateful and humble
Blessed is my contented stomach
The shapes fill its depth warmly
Of the lesser homes I ponder
How they know not these pleasures
When it is all I have ever known

Wagers and Riddles

Who says?
That pies cannot fill the sky
While we wander around in place

Who knows?
What it is that happens here
How it came to be this way

Who asks?
But those who chase down tomorrow
Wanderers who are unafraid to fly

What's inside?
Maybe the jitters of something new
Or perhaps notions that were left unnamed

What does it mean?
To the ones who question themselves
And the paths that they ramble on

What is real?
But the moments you can clearly touch
And the people you meet in between

Winter's Return

Winter my friend
Where have you been
I know you cannot stay
But you cool the melted sky
And your frost warms my heart
I'm gladdened in your presence
Your shadows give me my smile
In the wind I know who I am
I laugh that familiar echo
When the leaves turn to dust
Don't run from here so soon
When I've barely caught my breath
I've been running all summer long
Now that I've found myself
Won't you stay and freeze the plain
And remind me why I came

Thin Palace of Thought

Rain
It falls
Tears
They run
Sunlight
No more
Once
I understood
Never
More now
Peaceful
Transition coming
Wait
For winter
Cold
Breathes warmth
Autumn
Feels familiar
Riddles
I digress
Reading
This note
Peculiar
Minds wonder
Amazed
By simplicity
Confounded
In waves
Endings
They end

Pecan Trees and Circles around the Moon

Who won the race--tortoise or the hare?
The turtle was pedestrian but he was true
That rabbit had ambition yet was confused
What race do you run--is it worth your while?
Do your blood, sweat, and tears win medals
Would you hang these idols on your wall
Maybe you're just wasting time on foolish ideals
I knew a decorated man once, who gained nothing
From his material of bells and shining whistles
Ask yourself--who will win this race?
For it is the pace of life to which you must adhere
No matter your medals, it will expire without consent
And will anyone recognize the dusty trinkets forgotten
Or will they remember that you were kind to them
That you loved them with all your mortal soul
It matters not to me, For I am not the judge of things
But an observant watcher, with an ever scrolling pen
I mourn for those who run to death without any gait
To pause and breathe beauty before they lose their way
I speak these things from a travel hardened scroll
Though all experiences aren't merely physical
Some exist only where the mind can reach them
And others of years past forget to exist at all
I started my race as the bright and bouncing hare
I fell into a looking glass and every sordid hole
When I wandered back to the surface again
The shell was firmly upon my tired back
I gladly am the tortoise in the Augusts of my years
I know no hurry with which to finish forever
All of my traveled notions come at such a price
I have not seen that pecan tree in many sunrises
Yet my mind will forever paint the place for me
Even turtles can remember some things clearly

Sixth Day Adventures

Throw that shirt to the floor
There is no more use in it
The silly tag scrapes your back
The logo causes much pain
Red isn't your color anyhow
How did you come by it
There are these things and more
To ponder on a Saturday
I hope you don't move that slow
When your racing against time
Its always 8:02am in this place
I think you should grab some java
That will make you feel better
At least you will tell yourself so
You might even be convincing
Such a good liar you have become
No chores are left to your mind
And the smell of chimney's are paused
But you no longer run anyway
You lost your way amongst the wind
No one calls upon your path
They see what you feel inside
Its sickening knot keeps them aloof
And you forgot to love yourself again
Thats the trouble with the ups and downs
Up so high that you forgot to hit your knees
Down so low that you refuse the mirror
It has a story to tell of its own
I know you've heard it all before
You should listen to it anyhow
It may help on a Saturday Evening
You may yet sing a song again
I'm sure a week's not too far off

A Memory of the Cavalry

Who were we that stomped through sordid places
Our laughter burst into the atmosphere of conviviality
We had no where to go, but we didn't need to leave
There was us and there was them, and we were us
We ruled the world, We were kings, We were riders
The future could not come, Now was all there was
We would endure forever in our jolly ways
I wish I could tell you how I felt in them days
Before it was over, When we still knew the way
Some of the best days of my life happened there
I wasn't always sick, We weren't always lost
We never knew when the time had came
We missed our buses, We were late for tomorrow
Owning up to everything I've learned in thirty years
The windows are as short as the sound of doves
The old familiar place with the bent objects on the shelf
The place where we could be at home and feel alive
I wonder how it looks just now, No I don't want to know
Just let me lie in somber a little while, Then I will leave from here
That's all any of us ever do, Wander a path until it ends
Yet some of us find hope in others that we could not find in ourselves
Some of us met native spirits that made it all make sense
And some of us just lived the best way that we knew how

Glimpses I Could Not Paint

This worn out seat suits my needs well
And a sip of satin is rich to my tired soul
The morning is brisk with autumnal bliss
And an Irishman came asking  for his blend
He spoke of lightning rods and of money
And I know not what he meant, but I smiled
I slowed in my rush to finish my latest race
And profoundly I could see the here and now

Chicken Steak on a Beach

I got the chicken steak
It seemed that I should
The glass was dirty
The seat was broke
I even bit my tongue
One wonders why I was there
For that I have no answer
It seemed that I should
The shake made it better
The fancy glass did the trick
Bathing suits passed my way
I tried not to notice
Their men saw me stare
I pretended not to meet their gaze
I debated to leave a tip
It seemed that I should

You and Them

They laugh at you in your silly dress
You put a face on that you think they want to see
They smite you with their hidden tongue
Yet talk to you with the only one they own
They greet you along your broken path
And you spent all day looking good for their sake
They hardly noticed anything of matter
You gave them chances not to laugh
You let them in again, again and still more
They took your kindness and broke it deep
They only wanted what they shouldn't have
Run away from the liars and emotional thieves
Don't let them melt your pretty face
Once its over, Once your facade is gone
Theyll no longer laugh at your frazzled gown
They won't be looking at it again
They took more than just what you gave them
They took what now no one else can have

Old Lady Riding in a Car

Her eyes,
They told a million stories
in just the seconds I saw her
driving past on my nightly run

Her age,
I could tell by her face
she had met a million liars
and I was just another one

Her smile,
I don't think I recall it
perhaps it wasn't there
wiped away by the sun

She squinted,
The ending day forced
a reflex into her addled brain
the car ride was no more fun

She rode,
As the lady drove her past
I could tell that she saw something
but it might have just been the sun

She's gone,
Tonight as she crawls into bed
she wonders if it will be her last
those thoughts come when you're 81

Thoughts Revisited

Impassive impunity from certain self destruction
Clung to dry words, cottoned tongue indeed
Surely madness follows those who walk alone
For echoes tire as they reverberate their sound
Voices in stir for yet another eventual season
Raking past the coals of scarlet, smitten tablets
Finding fire will not scorch all the articles within
Smiling while recognition gives way to apathy
Self doubt surely lingers not in the acoustic wind
Rather rambunctious tones escape the early soot
Music, obnoxious at best is heard from the wake
Less time than before to absorb the chilly fate
Opening tomorrow swiftly, Unshaken anymore
Traveling in limbo until further permits avail
Sunshine is immense in its dusky transition
Shuffling of feet signal a retreat from the pen

Clouds and Paintings

If there is somewhere else you would be,

Go

Please don’t give me just half your heart,

When

I’m looking for everything inside of,

You

I want to make a story of two hearts that,

Want

To start a journey that never ends,

Or

Maybe it comes out wrong what I say so,

Show

Me how it is you feel inside so I can bring you,

Up

To clouds that have never seen the rain,

And

Paint pictures on your lips of my love so,

Stay

Schisms

Dope could not fix that which was invisible to see
Some entity descended long before time blurred
All of the examples were missing a velvet tie
A bind that held all of reason in its complex woe
The light breaks and epiphanies rope the surface
Sunset waned hours ago and still the heat draws
Every lyrical base catches fire from one focus
A childhood scattered and skewed by default
Choices are for those who knew what they sow
Trying to force pieces together that did not fit
Wetted throats only feign forgetfulness partly
The nightmares of missing years ring home
No one answers the door in this town anymore
Who could see the lost pages floating away
The tide swallowed the memories in its girth
Suppressing eternal pain became a life long goal
Misunderstanding that forever would also pass
Leaving behind its footprints to faintly see
The last open door at the arrival of the coast
Lyrically drained and bedridden for days
Encumbered truths made to lay at rest
A final note of those gunslinger ways

Three Headed Tune

Ancient melody, new verse
Laughter painted, no rehearse
Undeniable truths, candid touch
Open window, granted much
Closeness indeed, patient and true
Hearts blended, passion is drew
Beautiful again, yesterday and more
Today and tomorrow, Endless score
Keeping chalk, No tallies written
Equal ground,  Burning and smitten

Caves glow, people stare
Eyes that meet, Lovers air
Unending words, Seamless seams
Forgotten embers, Renewed dreams
Afraid yet certain, Cautious yet bold
No other feeling, Hands that hold
Story unmatched, An Epic Tale
Two hearts blinded, Set assail
Worried not, Afflictions aside
Promises kept, Honor and abide


Oceans deepen, Time binds
Hearts flutter, The story winds
Much tenderness, Empty pride
Both want, What the other hides
Onward further, A stainless mile
The sky opens, A rainbow smile
Mystery indeed, The next chapter
Tales are bold, His heart did captor
Spoken simply, He loved her so
Into the future, The winds did blow

Conversations

New roads to replace old ones
How it came this far he does not know
A testament to his grit and fortitude
When all he had ever seen was rain
Many miles and still a whole world left to see
Waking up as ageless as the day before
His dreamer's stare peered right through me
He smiled and looked the other way
Oceans rose to meet him at the knees
And the endless one ran as if he were child
Nothing gained save for a new beginning
In this aging world, his spirit was young at heart
I asked him what his secret was before he strode away
He spoke of faith and love and dreams and salty horizons
He spoke of everything in riddles, though I kept up with him
I asked him where he was headed to, He simply turned and smiled
He said he was chasing echoes and eventualities
And with an about face, he turned around and was gone

Tapdancing in the Field

Temporary tangibility
Truer nature of all things
Open doors seldom fixed
Whereabouts unknown
Traveling on captivation
Serving self sorted goals
Finding purpose anew
Where rubble remains
Forging bright fires
When all else is due
Shirking responsibility
Fading into hope
Remorseless Wanderer
Touching time and space
Catching forever
On a cloud made of sand
Today is endless
Tomorrow will not endure
Now is paramount
When later holds no truth
Promises meant to be
When nothing else exists
Shining resemblance
Of happy and secure
Knowing the emotion
Yet scared to feel
Speaking it loudly
Whispering it inside
Letting her win
When she's always lost
Unexplainable adventure
Another ending verse

Burning Plane

There exist lesser worlds than this
I should know, I used to go there
Back when I owned everything
Yet held firmly to nothing at all
In another time, In another place
I challenged all that was real
Fighting wars with my self
And all that existed in my head
The roads that traverse to there
They seldom shine their light
Rather a wrong turn or two
Will find you in their void
Sunlit porches
Lazy afternoons
All thus mirroring reality
Yet incomplete somehow
Finding oneself is elusive
When rigidness is surreal
The end comes quickly there
Opening doors that go unseen
Stretch the imagination now
Easier to not be lost at all
Than to empty out your soul
Honest examinations
Keep reality lucid
When all else is brittle
Should you find yourself at home
Allow yourself to stay
Fading into the abyss
Is  Hell on Earth you see
Disconnected, Disconcerted
Unaware of anything inside
There are indeed lesser planes
In which to lose your way,
Ask me how I made it back,
How the fake trees melted
And I saw myself again
What  a story of wonder
Of non imaginary things
Summer evening on the porch
Lemonade in hand, Wondering
How fireflies became free

Strides

Wishing not to close my eyes
If only to dream wide awake
In a picture of perfect color
The ocean rests at my feet
I kicked at the salty dew
To feel its sandy remembrance
Of simpler things, of everything
Opening a bright new day
Listening to my joyous soul
Wrapping quietly at the door
Redemption tenfold in space
I found an abundance of wealth
The currency that does not spend
But feeds the heart with joy
Peace amongst all the chaos
Blowing against the wind
Building new roads to where they lead
Jacketed emotion, No longer ill
Bearing solid ground and sanity
Safe within my own shadow
For the moment, the only one that's given
Falling abruptly, Pondering upon everything
Everything is endless, Everything is now

Alley Roads

A man hides behind the rubble of the nearby trash
Does he not deserve a hot meal in his stomach
His life decorated with triumph and heartache alike
His story unfolded would reach any ears daring to listen
How is it that we walk by him and not notice his frown
All that is seen is the dirt on his face, not the battles he won
His uniform a long ago memory, and his decoration forgotten
He tried to manage the chaos of life and lost along the way
Still he was one of us, His tears just as salty and real
He once had dreams of a life like yours and mine
Yet fate's hand took both of his loves in childbirth
The devil was there to greet him in his sorted misery
The burning taste of elixir ran down his throat as he wept
Unfair you call it, but reality unfolded upon him in a storm
Now his dirt a little more understood, Years of remorse indeed
He spat out the poison, but the pain returned and with it the glass
The sands of time etch away our memories, fading them some
All of this though does little to conform standards on the heart
His glass never empty, his sorrow open and grand
What would you do if you lost everything you ever loved
After waging wars for those who did not even care
Could you hold your head and thank your maker
Or would you be just another vagrant standing near a fire

Lefty's Jaunt

I don't have all the notes of life
In fact, I often sing out of key
I'm chronically misunderstood
Even when I am making sense
My dreamer's path oft skewed
Even when God has lit the way
I recognize the forest today
I can finally see all the trees
I don't need my feelings spared
I stand firmly on my own two feet
Swimming in a bright ocean blue
Rising in thought and with the tide
Floating on the sea, Glimmering
I share myself with those I love
Yet I keep my self worth today
Walking firmly through my fears
Finding a safe place to lay my head
Unlike the places I did go in days past
The thorns left their heated stings
And I rejoice to be free of them
Mixing words with sordid thoughts
My maker found me out to sea
So if I speak freely of Him
Understand my grateful stride
And when I speak in riddles
Listen closely and hear my sound
Answers trickle from its tune
Even I hear them now

Unspoken

If I walked a mile, Would you walk a mile too?
Would you stay and sing to me if I said wanted you?
The opening of this song is everything I've waited for
To hear it playing now, opens up my dreamer's door
I know you're probably wondering if all of this is real
I'm praying that my actions always show you how I feel
If there are places I could go, I would surely bring you too
I could spend forever whispering, Yet I want to say to you
I have this feeling, That you're the girl I've longed to meet
The one that likes the way I laugh, and the silly side of me
I would hold you in a rainstorm, We could dance away our fears
I will always be the man you met, No longer do you need your tears
Just say that you want what I want and we want the same thing
The rest will work it self out, because always, has a nice ring

Summer Found Us Somewhere Along the Way

Long before I could tell you, I knew
Times before I could hold you, I sought
A window opened briefly in time
The shadows on your heart slipped away
Yet I move about you with a gentle pace
If only to show you that I came to stay
That life and laughter can come from lesser things
An entire ocean of dreams can rush to your feet
Who you see today is who I've always wanted to be
I had to get there on my own, before I found someone to show
When I held your hand, my other thoughts drifted away
I whispered to your ear that we should dare to dream
Never will it be the way it was, We can do anything
I looked at you and smiled, knowing deep inside
I was surely where I was meant to be
That happiness was quietly found

Not So Elusive

Counting the raindrops that I could see
Knowing that some of them fell just for me
Waking to the pitter of my beating heart
Comprehending its resurgence from the start
Having hope in the the miracle of dreams
Waiting on forever is not what it seems
Seldom do I rhyme any written verse
Yet this morning was full of unrehearse
Breaking the mold by holding long court
Nervous attempts of the grandest sort
How could new thought provoke much passion
Never in years have I seen such a fashion
Opening the door to electrifying  thought
Finding there what I had not sought
Has me wishing upon migrating stars
Bounding on speedy rockets and racing cars
Sleepy-eyed and still full of amaze
Wandering through morning in a silly daze
Thoughts captured and pen partly dry
I closed the book with a dreamer's sigh

New Portraits in a Timeless Gallery

The rain falling on his face was fortunate
His dry pockets soaked up the sound
Pattering on the roof or in his heart
His gaze, unrelenting in the summer mist
Fixed on portraits trapped in his mind
He knows he must offer out a gentle hand
The ones before him simply took what they could
The smell of the storm-filled air brings a scent
As he follows it to where it lies, He sees a face
Simple, yet stunning in mid summer's glow
How fortunate was he to come here
In a rain that promised only to drown
Another blessing floated within reach
Tomorrow arrested for the moment
Eyes met, and the world stood still
Rain beat down on his sodden back
Not deterring him from endless amaze
He smiled and laughed and cried within
The wet, painted summer allowed him in

Finding Hope in Fireflies

Cool on the surface, Melted on the inside
Gentle waves blowing, Time bends again
Afraid of its glow, Intrigued by its mystery
Standing in the doorway, Running a solid race
The heart paces on, A single light shining bright
Muddled in a daze, Too unaware to let go
Jagged are the lines, Soft is her heart
Opening to a window, Opening to the stars
Finding solid ground, Caressing common sound
Lending his timeless ticker, Spinning in open air
The ancient world turns, Sleeping hearts acquiesce
Soft and clammy hands, Cold and hampered breath
Receiving grace again, Nothing else could matter
Winding roads converge, Hearts may yet indulge

Soliciting Nature's Gift

Whirling canyons I have never seen
Intrigue my mind to travel forward
In the absence of worry, I find peace
The valley is higher than before the storm
Inconsistent crests become more solid still
I awoke to find the trees that were evergreen
Back in the distance, flood waters capitulate
The ravine recedes and now the ferns can grow
Roots planted deep never quite fade away
Faith allows their recourse, and holds firm
Catching my breath on majestic mountains
I never knew how to look at paintings before
Paint could never do this any justice anyhow
The canvas my life has produced is rich indeed
Only I had to envelop my eyes to absorb its treasure
Retire the brush that painted sorted scenes
Becoming open to a brighter, greener front
As the day awakens, and the old familiar Orb glows
I laugh at myself, What a folly was misguided darkness
When the Earth beneath my feet promised my redemption
Sharper my thoughts are to avoid the jagged cliffs
To avoid the minds eye, that lets it slip from this place
Where dreams are grown, and flowers forever bloom

Reeds

Closing windows, Closing doors
Hiding inside, Waging wars
A simple rhyme, A solid verse
Forgotten lines, No rehearse
Patient and true, Strong yet weak
Tasting the sadness, Rolling down cheek
Thinning Fabrics, Elusive clocks
Carrying the world, Tossing rocks
Unfolding faith, Discovering freedom
Sounds of discord, Endless anthem
Wanting warmth, Giving it away
Wishing it back, Neither could stay
Holding redemption, Feeding remorse
Standing oblong, Sounding hoarse
Realizing reality,  Wars being fought
Ending a riddle, Completing a thought

Drifting...A Rambler's Verse

All the undulating verses bring no shadows to the story inside
I've looked upon the multitude of pages, yet to free myself
From the whims of poetic license to something much more whole
I lost myself upon all those roads where madness became my fate
In spinning those webs, my pen smeared lines of prose and repose
I forgot to sing for the sake of being free, I forgot to sing for me
In the mirrors of the world, I have never found a friend
Rather a fearsome foe bent on tearing out my heart, disposing of my soul
A familiar face caught in timeless glass, yet aged a thousand score or more
I grew up in the time of laughter, when the beaches were clean and warm
Before the man came with his machines and washed away the sounds
Of  Musical Cream Trucks rolling along the shore in the innocent breeze of Sol
Wanting what all little boys want long before they must become battle hardened men
There was a time when I wrote for the joy of seeing lines blur across the canvas of life
I once knew no sad songs, my pen had yet to harvest any blackened notes
Like to tell you that life gave me a handful of lemons, yet I searched out the trees
Picked most of them myself, Whether it was in innocence matters little you see
I carried my heart wherever I traveled on winding, unfamiliar beams
Those I ran into were all too eager to help me hurt myself
In a time of soldiers, I was brashest amongst my friends
One facade of many I would elongate until the end
Inside there was a different cinema playing on broken staircases
Twisted into some fate in search for acceptance and immortal love
Taking whatever form was required to fit the puzzles where I would land
Never enough self assurance, Always searching outside my own fences
Medication became an ally of mine in those days, The serum I would drink
To help me find myself or so I thought, To help me be as bold as I thought you were
Instead I was raped, My solutions stole the very threads of life and existence, Left me bare
I wish I could tell you that I stopped when the winds blew away the pieces of my life
Yet tougher times, called for tougher allies, And I drank the world away
I became angry, I ran as far as I could see, In a gray sky I no longer saw the beach
The doors of those sweet yesterdays had closed and rusted shut
The sea salt or my tears had locked their solid hinges
Gazing at the world were eyes no longer seeing in color
The dreams that kept me going, I would forget before I awoke
Crossing the dunes now, and no longer my medicine kept me well
Looking for a key amongst the shells, though it all blurred to a haze
Much sleeping I did as time permitted, and dreamt in far away lands
I was looking for a solution to someone I could not fight
The war within myself had left me gaunt and pitifully broken
Drifting through sand filled valleys I began to hear a voice
A man who lived amongst the clouds, He had seen my sorrow
Yet this was no ordinary gent, He was omnipotent and grand
He began to comfort me as I told him of all my misfortunes
He seemed to know what I would say, before I could finish my thoughts
There I prayed with him and asked him to save me from my self
He said he would restore my soul, if only I would believe
And that I had to help myself back up, I had to be willing to fight
For the road ahead was not much easier than the one left behind
You see all of us have our own struggles, all our paths familiar
Each person you meet is struggling with life too, and all its tribulations
Be kind to each face you see, You may be all of God they ever know
Love like its never coming back, and if it does, cry and love some more
The roads I walked were Hell, But if not for their pain, I could not be free
I am but a lonely drifter, All I have is honesty, And all I'll ever be is Me

By No Other Name

Fear's allies are the actions it suffocates
Drawing energy from its unfortunate host
Spinning webs of confusion into empty spaces
Unsure thought opens the door and questions loudly
Dreams replicate fears in their sad painted pictures
Yet tomorrow does pass all the same in time

Lies told by an unseen evil that are real as the believer himself
Controlling every thread and fabric of faithless resistance
Stories told, have spake of the men she has ruined  yesteryear
Those men and women, who heard of Faith, still slamming the door
Folding the truth so to make it readily sound makes dangerous the lies
Fear would have all of them for they knew no God with which to side

The Dreamer too, He spoke of such things, yet I could not remember when
He told me that I had to believe, Even if believing brought doubt upon my soul
I wished I were as candid as he, That I could cast all the lies away to sea
Brimming with Faith, he lost all things of old, yet gained much vision anew
No longer upon the Liar's Chair, where Fear reigned with the Jester's mad grin
Instead a step further, One more eternity passed on the infinite thread that binds us all

Orchestrated Tempo

Revelations of the grandest kind
Pour out upon the table of time
Unyielding are the memories they hold
Forced recognition of good days and bad
Trying to hold a moment, Insanity at best
Twisted and warped as it wriggles in space
Time bends and softens only in the mind
Holding children to prevent their adolescence
From reigning past their everlasting youth
Wishing for them what you could not have yourself
They too will grow past this moment set aside
Yet whilst you have them, love them in whole
The streets from yesterday are weathered and forgotten
The shadows of who we were can been seen at dusk
Playing our friendly games in the infinite summer
Long before time had us in its deadly grasp
It is not meant to weep for those days taken from us
Instead to endure the ones we have left with grace and gratitude
Take the present, yet don't grasp it too tight
Breathe in its eventual departure, Smell the honeysuckles of old
Heed the Dreamer's warbling song, Long is his obsession of time
And when it all bends askew into broken ballads
Ask yourself if you were living in today

Tomorrow is a Lie

A man of little faith has no limbs
With which to climb the highest peaks
In suffocating valleys of spiritual death,
He lies waiting  for the world to change
Long suffering is due to those sorted ones
Who refuse to accept their part in life's game
Those who run in hamster wheels
Untill they realize their endless peddling for naught
The morning sky's promises at a second chance
Should not be taken lightly like so many other symbols
Comprehend that the one you took this morning
May be the final sun you're allowed to see
Did you breath it in, and enjoy its every breath
Or were you running blind, forgetting its simple truth
The Sun will surely rise without you come next morn
If every hand had played, and the world had moved on
Blinking a wasted act of solid space and time
Yet uncontrollable like the forces that bind our fate
Wake up knowing that there's just minutes left to race
Or let them slip away and forever forget their face
Knowing your last breath wouldn't save you anyway
You would surely call upon yourself
Forgetting the ones standing left and right
And who could blame you anyhow
Self preservation is just what you were taught
Endings of foolish ones are always quite the same
Their moments of clarity come just a few seconds late

Recognition of Two

The halves inside of him wage their eternal war
Neither giving ground in a stalemate for the ages
The invisible line of sanity went unnoticed back then
Intellect and emotion twisted into a dreadful knot
He knows not where it begins or ends, only the now
How his choices once required only a collective effort
Now they tally points for sides in an all out dash
To the finish or where the origin of endings began
Loping in a close second is his dreamer's heart
His mad stares upon the horizon seldom fit for composure
Just once if he could escape his endless thoughts
He knows the only spot where he would land
To follow one or the other begs repudiation of everything
And to deny them both is the madness of an empty cup
Remembering fragments of memories serves as glue
That holds together such a fragile, brittle puzzle
Concluding another evening on a well sought out path
He closes eyes that possess a rather endless age
Though their immortal youth keeps his appearance well
Yet tomorrow continues the search and gamble
Morning brings new breaths to those who breathe them
Holding his familiar jostled bag, he sleeps under an unlit sky
As last light fades, he becomes one again, if only in his dreams

Rage, Dance, Fly

The days roll by swiftly with the abruptness of thunder
Seldom do they pause  for reflection of finer symphonies
Each moment is fleeting before it even comes to exist
Trying to grasp its elusiveness is a futile attempt at control
Time rarely bends long enough to create a taste upon the lips
Yet many die in its unending revelation upon mortality
This is the course of the Earth and all of the lesser things

Give me just today, and I will dance to the song of Jupiter
I will run the great race as far as the road will take me
Looking back is no longer a destiny of my callous brain
For I spent years looking at things I could no longer see
Give a drowning man a raft and he begins to swim again
The taste of this moment will carry me to the next if it's there
And if no one is waiting when I arrive, I know I gave it everything

Portents of a failing clock strike familiar in this dreamer's heart
The world's endless blur wraps around him like a heavy coat
To think faster than time moves is the madness of lessor idols
He who attempts control over fate is long overdue direct rethought
My eyes will show you the price I paid, They've painted a thousand walls 
Today I just sit and laugh at who I used to be when I once knew everything
I know of little today, but life is sweeter for all of the Hell I've raised

More than Ink

Mere words bleeding from a pen bring no justice to a page
Careless is he who has not bound his thoughts to some passion
Writers of dry, emotionless tales have forgotten love's great symphony
The dreamer writes to move the masses, enthrall you in a separate world
He dares not think of editing his emotions for fear of humiliation
For those he writes of are caught in a similar, thrusting wind
Lives brought into swift contact with his immortal dreamer's soul
Attempts to chain his imagery and cap his pen would dampen the page
Leaving behind little to be read, Making cheap the price he has paid
When he looked into the past, all he could see was all the blame
Every moment in time told another story and his pen but wrote
He does not entertain fears that his well will ever run dry
For inside the heart of the dreamer, there is always another tale untold

Thoughts Coursed to Pen, A Tale of Hearts

Can't you see me there, on the edge of the sand
I had been waiting for you to call out my name
I know there are shadows in the places that you go
They do not frighten me away from what I would say
Listless is the tide in the early morning dawn
Before the sun makes its approach on the eastern front
I've forged many treks to and fro over this callous, sorted Earth
My travels have spread the miles and years out between us
Yet I always remembered where we started off friends
I came back here no longer knowing who you were
I had lost myself too somewhere along the way

The trouble with the human heart is knowing where to land
We always think we know just where it feels safe and home
Yet the past remains to show us the error in trusting blindly
And our mistakes tend to linger like the paint upon the wall
The ocean though, its resurgence to the shore cleans up our hearts
Slowly it draws the mediocrity back from where it came
Yet the erasure of hurt and pain takes its time and is seldom scarless
Those reminders of fortune though, they serve us well
Visages of past and present collide somewhere in the in between
I saw you there at the edge of the water, and I knew you once again
Time has been kind to you my friend, The ocean salt has made you shine

Getting around the dunes, Evading all the extra space in between my thoughts
I came to speak to her, as she held her head in the dusky summer breeze
I cannot tell her what tomorrow holds, yet uncertainties hold blessings in secret
I may never be more than a writer with a pen, A scholar with an open book
The times may yet find me far away from the riches of the modern world
Yet I work hard, and I've found the secrets to life seldom involve materiality
Many man have called a woman on her beauty, But few really see and mean it
As the moon rises in the clear, midnight sky, I walked over and held her hand
I told her regardless of where we stood that I would always hear her heart
That I may not understand everything, Yet that I knew enough to stay
Told her she never met anyone like me, and that It was going to be okay
That no matter how it all ended, I would be her friend anyway

Time's Friends and the Footprints Left Behind

Breaths floating upon the wind
Even shadows cannot hide their glow
Temporal emotions cause their stir

Footprints planted in the cool sand
Pairs of them in a sidelong glance
Their proximity closely matched

Heartbeats dancing over the waves
The ocean forcing them back to shore
Eventual and Bliss, yet solid somehow

Time in its glass, pouring past it all
Slowing very briefly, but raging still
Its sands forever unfolding life's mysteries

Exposure of the Unlit Eye

When he finally stopped running
He turned swiftly about face
He realized that nobody any longer gave chase
He had outran all of the people, good and bad
He had ran away from everything
What now filled his visual view
Was a world left cold, dark, and gray
For in his haste to escape his demons
He left parts of himself lying about the ground
Where did all the years go, the happy times
What became of those he had loved and lost
Does it matter still what became of the mess he made
And the ugly facade he kept as he sped
Out of breath and colder still, he wept at the world
The things that had made him a man, stole his inner child
What is the present, but just a moment to recapture it all
To grasp what time is left on the immortal clock
Twisting it back into some recognizable fate
With the minutes that are left, becoming all that can be found
And giving to the next one all that he has learned
The life he lead in such haste wizened him even as it sapped his youth
Mistakes made while the pie was still hot
Looking clearly as he caught his breath
He swore not to repeat his infinite tragedy
With resounding wind roaring in his face
He turned back affront and walked with ease
Whatever he was sure to find there amidst the wind
Had to be much sweeter than what he left behind

Dreams of Angels

What I'm looking for may no longer exist
Yet it does not deter my dreamer's heart
Shadows fracture time's eventual status
Give me something I can see and touch
A memory that even time cannot erase
I've been running for so long now
No longer know why I started running
The beat of my heart as it slows
Down long enough for my blood to cool
In that place where echoes die
Once when I dreamt of who I would meet
I woke up to find that I was alone
Though I can still smell perfume
And its inflection upon the wind
I am looking for truths that outlive existence
The one that would dare to dream through it all
Have no fear upon my wisdom, but challenge it
Complete my complex nature and be my simple truth
The one thing in this world that brings back the laughter
I had when I was but a boy
The sound that has not escaped my chords
Since the day that I started this road
I've given away my whole nature in search of something new
I'll show you what a lifetime has done to my feet
Yet has kept my heart forever young
Take a chance and let love be all we'll ever know
I'll show you a road only dreamers dream of
The tide rests at my feet as I kick sand over yours
Our toes touch and I'm out of time
These hands I have been given
Their gentle nature underlies their physical strength
My heart holds them soft
Warmth from my soul repeats
Riff, Chorus, Riff

Regarding Reality on Somber Nights

He keeps trying to show them what he cannot come to say
While wishing to reveal the thoughts inside his head
Knowing though, that some things are better left unsaid
He goes unnoticed in such company of those he keeps
His innermost thoughts are of peace, patience, and virtue
Yet escaping to the forefront comes his lonesome misery
Breaking points are found in shallow depths of faith
Not wanting to admit such madness, he revels in stride
At the articles before him, At the moon as it rides
The sky like a majestic horse late into the morning
Where sleep is seldom found, and the dreams reveal naught
Having patience is like riding a Ferris wheel that has no end
Losing ground with serenity, yet making it trivial and loud
Finding release from these thoughts become a daily chore
One that did not reach completion just today
Tomorrow promises anew the walk of walks
And finding that dream with which to bear

Out of Time

Dreams breathe life into memories of the past
Yet the outcomes of yesterday are cemented in time
There is no hour glass that will bring back a moment
Stars streak out of the sky, never to return again
But tell a dreamer it is too late, and he will laugh at your lack of faith
For a dreamer sees the ocean that is always  a brilliant blue
All those mistakes he made along the sorted road
Were just learning curves of a greater understanding
As long as there is breath in him, he sings his wayward tune
He knows no melodies that end in the somber chords
There are no finite endings, only lucid promises
The tide draws near in the quiet moonlit sky
As he smells the old familiar salty wind
His heart beckons a realm of understanding
Its misplaced arrangement has threatened his sanity
Though to hold back in fear of the next swan song
Will surely be among his list of solutions
For better to be whole, Then scattered infinitely
Amongst sorted hearts that sing a falsely tune
Dreaming upon his heart of arts and wishing in the winds
He knows there is but another out there who understands his pace
Who wanders the same alone singing the dreamer's song
Skies of purple are lit as he makes his sleep this night
For wherever he left himself has been returned in kind
Tell him anything you will, Just not that he's out of time

Circles

Soft riddles spoken out of turn
Confusing the sound of his voice
As he speaks to the masses

Hiding amongst the collection
Of his broken thoughts and words
He doesn't even see that he's alone

Picking up a piece or two
And staring at their broken image
Useless bits of forgotten lore

Repairing the way it was
Or taking the path before him
Seldom described lucid sanity

Makeshift traps of his dreamer's heart
Recording the world that surrounds
As he slowly moves his feet

Tripping and choking on angry dust
Until breathing becomes raw
The air is thick with his foolish pride

Mazing along at an ordinary pace
While tears of injustice become the taste
His reliance upon faith endures anew

Folding the Flame

Most days he sits by the fire and doesn't move
Those are the days he thinks of it the most
All of the roads he walked upon his life chord
The tribulations from which breath could not escape
There are many amongst him who feigned to understand
They really would have liked to help him somehow
He was oblivious then to the pain he hid inside
Wielding it as a double edged sword pointed inward
Severing the joy of innocence and all its inner peace
The lack of present knowledge once kept him safe
What he wouldn't give to have known about the fall
In its absence though, the story does not exist at all
The fire wanes in the dying light of dusk upon a familiar sky
Quite at ease here in the solitude of his soul
He reaches out to something he seldom understands
Attempts that make him humble and whole once again
He never takes a single breath for granted any longer
Remembering all too well the suffocation from yesterday
Staring into the embers, familiar shapes are brought to life
Constructed jigsaws from past and present slowly unite
Half laughing now, with understanding and madness
An unfamiliar echo returns the sordid sounds
Except to where the wind escapes upon a northern light
Yet another road to trod, as the previous one has left his sight
All but the fiercest coals have grown cold now in dying blaze
The wind has commanded their silence as it sings its symphony
The floating orb above him is the only noted light
He wonders where the new road leads, though it surely matters not
Committed to its mysteries before he even knew its existence
Returning from where he came no longer a viable option
Collapsed are the memories and foothills he once remembered
The trails are graveyards now, hosting the brokenness of objects left behind
Just as well he assumes, for they never knew him anyhow
Refused to understand his compassion, Laughed at his naivety
Though just a boy of wonder, with dreams in a silver pale
He always feels at home when he writes the dreamer's tale

Knowing Him

Footprints left on a sandy dune
were faded in time like all things new
Material wonder bright with shine
cheapens the soul every time
The best of intentions from a humble heart
usually fall errant to some selfish dark
Human fallacies in their imperfect grin
leave lasting indentions upon lives in the end
Nothing known can be counted on without fear
for all selfish mortals change the skins that that wear
Opening a door to a radiant  unseen sky
like reinventing the wheel to an old worn out bike
Yet all of the wonder in this world left to see
Just over the next mountain or mayhap a peak
Look past the ugly, the tired and broken down
There you shall find that miracles are abound
For trust in your maker has never failed yet
He delivered us all though our life was a wreck
How can you deny He who was there
For when He died it was your life that was spared
I follow him to the ends of the Earth you see
There is no doubt to how my life became freed

Paradoxical Wanings

Bright future in the midst of rolling thunder
Seemingly caught in the Ocean's sway
Daring to escape the proverbial box
To open opportunity invites resistance
Unafraid are those seekers of the truth
They strive for more than they are given
Refusing to stand on the outside of it all
Listing left and right in the timeless void
Speak now or hold your tongue until it ends
Then may hap there was something you missed
Some words that needed life, yet you held fear
Unafraid are those who trust infinitely upon their heart
Unwavering, unbending, and ever stronger still
It takes gall to walk through such darkness
With only an errant promise of greater light
Ask me where I have been to receive such wonder
Ask me about how it used to be back then
Though I speak in riddles, My truth comes clearly
Out of past shadows, I forever shed my liar's skin
I pushed back on the Earth when it knocked me down
Though I felt its extravagant might, I held firm
Days are waning closer to Summer just now
The song of the wind reflects such a verse
As to be heard by all those who listen just a while
Long ago mid year held a powerful place in my soul
I longed for its warmth and the joys of being free
Yet Freedom is not found in such eventual seasons
Lest it is first known of the heart and of the mind
I look at you with my dreamer's stare
I wonder where you came from just now
Nothing beyond grace has released such a thing
The road traveled becomes narrow as the truth is known
Trudging it with peace, for its the brightest path I've been shown

Glimpse

Words flow from Pen
Child cries within
Forever do they spill
Their long storied ill
Noting dreams and such
Life becomes a crutch
Oft repeated thoughts
Buy you no pots
Only dreaming for a fix
The delayed crucifix
Lies upon the door
Not raining anymore
What isn't seen
It was never clean
Only in painted give
Do the dreams live
Upon a high shelf
Reflections of self
Not meant for you
Something I have to do
Thrust upon the wind
Winning in the end
This tale stops here
Turn away your ear

Restless Ponderance Invoking Words

Knowing where the errors are
Makes them easier to fix
Finding dischord in his step
Lets him know he's real
He never met someone
He did not understand
Mayhap not completely
But still part of them somehow
How he wishes they understood
What makes him tick inside
That they could plainly see
His warm, yet jaunting heart
The things that make him spin
His wheels upon the earth
Cutting up such a path
That makes a difficult climb
Where he was headed
Was always quite the mystery
He kept those thoughts away
From everyone by and large
Fear of his own vulnerability
Posted like some wayward map
A map with footprints in the sand
All of them leading to some greater place
Though to where they walk
Is surely still a  quandary
For if he simply knew how
Certain he would have tried
To escape the fears by now
And wash away the doubt
He prays these things inside
For they must be escaped
If he's ever to find his tide
The story that has yet to be complete
The inner chiming of his oft repented soul
How he came to be the endless one
And how He dreams upon someone
Oh how it always ends you see
With emotions and memories galore
The half that makes him whole
Is some burning bush cliche
For things he filled his heart with
They never made him whole
His only claim to new thought
Is his contentment in the unknown
What springs forth upon him
From the waning darkness
Or out of some bright, familiar light
To trust the plan completely
Giving all life upon his maker
The cards, they sort them self today
No longer need he shuffle
He plays the hand he was given
Mayhap one see his honest smile
And understand the laughter
in those bright and brilliant eyes
For he knows no more sorrows
Only dreaming to where it goes
To make his heart stop its flutter
and find its final resting bow

Some Plane, Some Where

 What Happened? Did you see it?
Did the light come on? Was someone watching?
Somewhere in the distance there is laughter
Wondering if it's his own he gives it another try
Unfamiliar noises encountered from all angles
There must be an explanation for this
Whistling in the wind in the silence of night
Captivated by the clarity of it all
Unsure of taking another breath or holding the first
Fickle things they are, never guaranteed
Seldom do they feel like this moment
Mayhap not once more in this spin of the clock
Time and its relevance surely must have heard
The sound coming from his lips
In the silence the wind carries for miles
The night in all it's brilliance grants surrender
Serenity from those old familiar feelings
The ones that brought it all crashing down
Through speaking of it just now
Nothing gained from warbling in the abyss
Sweetest joy here in the present
A moment shared within himself
But only for now, surely not tomorrow
Relish in the sanity of moment
A solid plane wrought into existence
Yet temporary somehow
Hanging on as the moon rises
Remaining silent through it all

Summer's Reach

The ocean glistens in it's march to the shore
The summer is 20 years past or more
The boy then, knew nothing about fear
He was kept safe in the arms of the tide
Rushing in, sanding his brown hair again
He laughed wildly at the splash of wave
Knowing nothing beyond that moment
Time stood still  back in those days
Where the summer never ended
Dreams were dreamt in color
Vivid as the mind's eye even now
Where those days had gone
Was still a mystery unforgotten
How those moments drifted away
They were replaced by sudden reality
Never a moment does pass after all these years
Does he not wonder who he was back then
Oh how his mind loves to wander freely
About the roads that led him from that place
The paths he took as the world shaped his soul
Many years passed, He did not smile at all
Lost who he was amidst the roaring winds
Though through all the trials put before him
Never he forgot about the place that made him
How far he traveled from innocence along the way
How many skeletons that wouldn't quiet at night
The Sun rose and fell many nights in passing
Of the once smiling, child there was no sight
Time moves like no man can see
And memories are elusive like falling stars
Yet he never quit dreaming upon the tide
Even as he was drowning, He still could see
That ocean tide in the blurry distance
He could once more smell the salty breeze
Some call it God, Others an epiphany
How the boy returned from the place without sound
How he salvaged the sinking ship, steering ashore
Waking upon the beach, he realized he had never left
For only his mind had moved, His body still in place
Waiting for him to return prior to the last sunset
God carries those back who grow weary to walk
May everyone find their sacred place again someday
Perhaps it lies right where it was departed from
Yet maybe it moved along with the tide
Believing in dreams brings them to life they say
And he kept dreaming until he found his way

So What If It Is..

So what if it all ended today
How much of it really mattered anyhow?
The things you thought you needed
They were all but useless somehow
None of it helped you find yourself
You were seething from it all
I could have told you it would be this way
If only you had taken the time to listen
We would never be in this mess
All of us are just wanting for the same thing
A place above the surface
An etched photograph that states existence
Yet the photographs, They fade with time
And no one will see them anyhow
So what did it all amount to in the end?
Did it turn out like you had hoped?
Did you get all that you had wanted?
Or did you fall and flail like us all?
Did you find a God you could believe in?
In the end, Did he save you from all this?
I bet He did, just as it was ending
For you were always lucky anyhow
Gracious is my God, He saved me long ago
The rest that lied in between mattered none
Somehow I still attempted my collection of things
And Loved quite like I shouldn't
Was there not someone who was safe?
She must have got lost on her way
Much like I did long in the ancient past
I hid in the shadows back then
Could not see it all coming down
There must be something I missed
On my way here, for I am sure of it now
The end of things is quite like the beginning
There is no middle ground when you can't remember
What you were going to say next
I kept the time as I waited for her
She knew me not as of yet
And I knew her less though I'd seen her face
Little it matters if this was the last day of it all
And less still if I couldn't recall my lines
The trouble with wisdom is making room for more
Memories no longer of use float out of reach
Tempted to grab at them, Yet I refrain
Risky business are moments from the past
The train is moving now, faster than before
Anyone who was going is sure to be on board
I look far and wide of me for any inclination
That I was surely not riding alone
Reassurance that it was not another dream
Where the endings were always the same
The middle of which were blurred
And I awoke sweating from the weight of it all
Maybe this was really it this time
And I could not keep from thinking
So What if it Is?

It Just Felt Right

'Man, I'm getting tired of falling', he says
My hands are infinitely stained with time
Just once could someone reach out to catch me
Maybe then I wouldn't be in such a place
Where no one around me knows my name
Just yesterday the birds around me sang
Came back from Winter's Edge just in time for Spring
Surely they don't rebuff me for all of my efforts in vain
Just wanted what all men want before they are old and gray
Carrying on my name, a son would light his father's day
Though a little girl is always her daddy's world
I no longer pray those things upon the One who lit the stars
For He already knows what is in my heart
Instead I stay faithfully along my path
Even when the dust makes it hard to see
I know there is a place I am going to
Today I am just with pad and pen
Tomorrow I will write the story of the world
The story that was made for me
You may call me a dreamer
Surely you would be right about that
For all of my dreams, I dream in color
And I trust enough to see them through
For no one in this world cares about your dreams
Or at least not as much as you do
Holding fast to them will set you free
I hold no anger for anything life has handed me
Valuable lessons etched to my soul to bring me back home
Had to walk a million miles in a sinner's shoes
Before I was reborn and began to love me
For hating myself never brought me to many places of light
But darkened my day before it even began
Running upon the path of least resistance is a myth you know
That path that seemed the easiest was the hardest one to bear
For angels don't walk beside you, when you are in the devils lair
I know these things, and I share them unto you
For holding everything inside is part of my greatest failure
Being afraid to speak has cost me much before
And wanting to tell her what I could not find the words to say
May yet live to haunt me another day
One thing I wanted to share before you go from here
Is that the world spins swiftly now, old with years
Don't tally about with dreams, but make such haste
As to see them through with a mountain of faith
Nothing in this life should be so grand
That attaining it separates you from your Maker's Hand
I found alot of peace just this morn,
Hitting my knees in such a familiar place
In the quiet before dawn I sit and talk with Him
Who has made all of the madness drift asunder
To the birds who sing in this early light
Sing down a little tune down for me
Remember that I fed you all those days
When the food was bare and hard to find
For I cherish your sappy songs about finding love
And all of the little things that make this big world slow down
Think I must be going quickly now void of fear
For a lifetime compressed into a  single day
Is surely what waits for me as I leave from here

The Way It Was

There used to be shadows in my voice
If you listened closely you could hear them
Every word I spoke tried to reassure you that I was fine
Yet I was reaching out, though I didn't quite know how
I suppose I wanted you to think everything was okay
And spoke ever so softly because I could barely breath
Did You hear how frail my spirit was in those days?
Such energy it took for me to laugh at your jokes
I was dying inside and didn't have any answers
Wanted to just be like you, To know that I was real
Yet my spirit was trapped shut, Drowning in my own misery
Parts of my mortality that I did not want you to show you
I have since been set free of the demons that possessed me
Spared by unending Grace, Restored to sanity somehow
So when I look at you, It is through brand new eyes
I don't always know what to say, the words will come with time
And I found my dreamer's bucket,Just right where I had left it
At the edge of the rainbow, Where I once dove off into the abyss
My path of wreckage doesn't make me special, though I feel it inside
All that I am and All that I will ever be was forged from a broken soul
Standing on the other side only by the Miracle of my Maker
I give up any and every thing, If only to never feel that way again
May I reject all material wealth, for having it never helped me to see
That I was headed for the gates of Nowhere, Locked up without a key

Footprints and Their Temporary Tangibility

In the absence of fighting, there came a great calm over him
Even the ocean's constant roar ceased its wail upon the beach
For just a moment in the day, he knew what it meant to feel peace
Though he was unsure of how long it would stretch, he seized the moment
For time, like all things, move on from here; Leaving an eroded print on the Earth
The footprints from years past made in the sand, They are but barely recognizable
Not important is it that he leaves some mark on the world, for it too will move on without him
Yet more meaningful it would be to touch the lives of those he comes across
That they may enjoy those things that make him unique
For they too will go with him one day, away from this place
Their footprints too will become washed by the sands of time
But their memories will carry the kindness and peace that they felt within him
He humbles himself knowing that the desires of his heart must wait until his work is done
His hands, they bring his dreams to life, with careful consideration to Another
He knows how to dust off the familiar stains upon him, a trick he learned from falling down
He goes swiftly about the world today, capturing every moment he can as if in a jar
Spring will blossom before the evening sun sets
Carrying him forward endlessly on his journey
The cool breeze brushing upon his face brings him back from his thoughts just now
Thankful and reassured, he stands up and walks on

How It Came to Be ( I )

Twilight gathers upon an ancient lonely hill
No one who has traveled there has hence returned the same again
Long ago a story was told about a man who lived in its depth
He kept watch on the world below, from his safe arbitrary bubble
Feelings of gloom permeate the surrounding land
And all the good children know to stay in the distance after the sun falls
Yet one little one ventured closer to the edge of the pines
Refused to heed the warnings of those before him
Got just a little too close to the proverbial fire
Caught in a snare of knowledge that no child should learn so young
Missing went the child for many evenings in the moonlight
Longer it may have been for time is irrelevant to small children
Returned was the small boy with the dreamer's stare
Yet inside his brain were some parts a man
Innocence lost amongst many other things
The price he paid for knowledge was great despair
Unlike all the other children who went without care
Left was a young lad, old beyond his years
As told through his many journeys and all the unveiled tears

A Glimpse of Reality

He who searches for what does not exist,
Becomes the absence of those things he thought were real
The things he thought he would find,
They have no truth or depth in the fabric of reality
He grew up with visions of how it would be when he was older,
Dreamt how everything fell right into place like the movies
The reality of his errant choices set in some years later,
It showed a gray picture on the giant screen, lost was all color
Maybe he could have done it different, more likely he was just coping with what he had
The decisions he made were the best ones he could fathom at the time
You never see where you are going to land when you are 17 and flying
He knows now that those things made him who he is this morning
It took every ounce of that past to mold him into something real
He is better for the ghosts he has left behind, He accepts his past fervently
For chasing ghosts almost took him away from this life
Though they promised him great earthly dreams
They were no more real than the addiction that kept him drowning
Spectres of an underworld, Perched on their liars' thrones mocking his infinite sorrow
Let them mock now for he found his way out of that tunnel, yet not too far away
For he must always be mindful from which he came, lest he return to its madness
Today he yet dreams of the kinder, gentler things in life,
Yet he is content to have them only if the Lord wishes it so
Accepting his place in this world, regardless of any material assets
He walks down the path, two pennies in his pocket jingling and jangling around
One he is saving for the wishing well, and the other he's carried as a reminder
That money is a symbol of all the evil in this mortal world,
The lust for what one cannot have is a driving force behind much violence and villainy
The dreamer knows that money cannot buy him any of the things he thought he needed
That all of his treasures come from the Lord, Content is he with whatever the Lord provides
This thought takes him out of his morning fog, and he skips along humming an unfamiliar tune.

Waiting

Its been a while since he remembers how it felt
Its been ages since he knew what he was searching for
Out here in the solidarity of the open sky, he writes his song
His emotions move to the beat of the sound, he knows not the rhythm
He asks freely of his Maker to make some things go away
Like the burning hole in his heart on this all too cloudy day
He knows not all of the things he asks for, should they come to pass
All of the secrets he held in his pocket, he casts them into the street
No good were they anyway, just memories from things he crushed away
Old days are better left forgotten, yet sometimes his memory returns
He stops to wonder when he is through paying for his past
The way he lived begged to be forgotten, yet some scars hold true with time
He wants to dance like David, screaming Hallelujah, 'Let me be free'
For he's slept in his bed alone, and pays the ransom of his choices still
All the pictures he's taken of the minds eye, They stay fresh with him
Keeping him captive when other men are free, As he falls to his knees
He is hallowed by the sound of silence as he listens for the Lord
He knows not how long he must wait, and yet there is comfort in his surrender
To wait upon the Almighty requires the greatest patience the world has known
To trust infinitely in things he cannot quite understand, Yet he refuses to leave
For gone so long down other roads that his feet are bare, His heart is empty
For God so loved him, that he was given another beginning
When everyone else had left,  He knew who would catch him
There is safety in his thoughts and actions today
Glue that keeps him together when the day is long
One must wonder how his faith became strong
Why it no longer blows at the sight of the wind
Much as all the other things he let go upon this journey
Things he gave up in search of vindication
He remembers that he is searching for the truth of all things
And life became good from him that day
Today's worries too, passed like the wind

Rumbling and Rambling Upon a Road Somewhere

Insecurities spouting from the pen threaten his will
When everything fits into place, the feeling is surreal
Antidotes for the dreaming heart lie upon a distant shore
One not reached by boat, nor of any use is an ore
A dreamer's hat has many stories yet to spell
Deep within his heart lie endless sagas of which to tell
One he's heard is of that fantasy so far away
Where the ocean is still a deep endless blue
And troubles don't quite exist in the light of day
The sweetest taste is that of the morning dew
He knows he has not been there, yet he yearns it so
He hasn't written the path that yet brings it to life
Building up the courage to leap where lovers go
He would have such a muse if he'd just take a wife
But broken his heart was, Left torn all about the ground
And though glue from heaven has mended it rightly in place
He must not make haste to give it away to another liar
One whose heart that doesn't burn as his does with great fire
Will never make a muse to write the great story of their life
About flying and falling and trusting in God above
About all of the little things and nothing at all
He sleeps at night with his head tucked under his hearth
Knowing that all of his imagination lay wasted if not put out in pen
That intentions amount to pennies or less when talked about in vain
He spins his dreamer's wheels towards the next brightest star
He heard about love in a movie, but he has never quite made it that far
The end you see is further away  than you think
Waking up to the beginning again confuses the whole damn plot
He grew tired of rhyming and decided just to write
So long it took him to realize these simple truths
And that today's success would frame tomorrow's air

The First Mention

Yesterday exists only in narrow windows of the brain
It can no longer be touched by the tangible and living
Nothing mortals have achieved will revisit it's somber departure
Though many chase its elusiveness quite maddenly so
'What if' is a meaningless aspect upon which to ponder
Everything in this life is but momentary, raptured in an instant
Touching Today, Holding it for as long as time will allow
Knowing inside that this too will be taken away just as quickly
Holding on to the lives that matter in the realm of one's existence
Letting the one's for love know just how much these moments mean
When she walks through that door, letting her know before she leaves
She is the one all the yesterdays foretold about in their ending songs
To see her in evening's embrace and frigid breeze was to know peace
Tomorrow she too could be gone, Knowing what she meant could mean everything
Endless whispering upon the callous brain, Endless turning upon a hamster's wheel
Writing these things for the world to see, Only those who matter will understand
Brevity of the present is all but assured. Few things in life can slow the blur down
Two months into the year already passed, Yet promising months lie still ahead
Forbidding the anticipation of it all, Living right here, taking this breath as it were the last
Exhaling gently the revelations of recent days, Closing eyes meant for dreaming
Sleep comes to all those good children of the Lord, Restful and content are they of faith

Morning Truths

Some blank stare across the morning sky
Wishing he could run away and leave it all behind
An epiphany of all things he cannot find
Or those things he left behind on the broken road
Though his heart is full of faith and hope
The tangible threads all dreams are made of
He sometimes wonders what it all means
Intentions he used to keep upon his shelf
They never saw the light of day
Never did he know he would wake up this way
Burning for something greater than where he has been
How long must he play the dreamers song?
How many Fall leaves must rest on the ground at his feet
Spinning a thread full of hope and wonder
To watch it unwind with out any adieu
He chokes on the ashes of his past
The torched path he left in his wake
He wishes he could tell her what he sees in her
Would it make a difference anyway?
Would she see that their distance has made him insane?
All the others who were with him pale in comparison
For the one he has never had, has captivated all of his dreams
Penning it to paper eases his addled brain
Somedays he writes of his new found hope
Yet others resort to the true nature of all things
He has no fear of what others may think
To his own heart is he solemnly true
Laugh and caw at the dreamer if you will
His heart does not hear your jeers and hate
He keeps his melody alive in his heart
Yet this morning it plays a melancholy tune
The ocean and the tide bring him a rhythm
That rhythm he pens into a song
That song is the one he sings about her
And of life, and dreams, and everything
He writes for all those who dare not dream for themselves
He writes for the ones who have lost their way
Somewhere strewn across that broken road
May they wind up home again

More

More than just dreams, Facts upon the wall
Triumphs of the dreamer that dreamt it all
Knowing me has not brought you too far
All of my feelings I keep in this jar
My machinations can't escape with mere ink
Nothing I write can let you feel what I think
I am the one who went looking for more
More than I found outside of your door
I am the truth you would rather not abide
All of my thoughts, they seldom coincide
I'll say things you would rather not hear
Yet saying them makes everything clear
Wasted time amongst so much more
I'm leaving it here on this earthly floor
Tears I cried were not even wet
Though they rest upon my soul and I let
How I wonder through this life is a mystery
Yet I refuse to be haunted by my own history
There is more at the other side of it all
I've but tasted the grapes in the fall
See what I have seen with these eyes
And you too will believe in a prize
That no longer returns to hallow places
Though I cannot erase all the traces
So I spent a lifetime looking for more
But more turned out to be too much to ask for

Cupid's Reach

Walk swiftly past the confusion
For the heart knows no bounds
A dreamer's heart is anxious
Many times deflated and stomped
Today I give my hopes and dreams to God
For trusting in Him has never made me hurt
He knows the desires of the heart
He already knows where I will fall
He works to remove the scars left on the surface
He rubs out the ones deep within
My expectations always landed me in the most sorted of places
My company kept watch from their liars' chairs
The mistakes I made with my beating heart
They are well documented upon a scroll
The travesties of unrest I have lead my heart to
They no longer have purpose and meaning here
For now I walk on the cloud of peace
I was ransomed by a Divine Love
My heart has but one place in this mortal world
It may have yet to touch its destination
Yet God has always known where it would land
She is out there waiting for my dreamer's heart
Maybe I have not yet seen her
Perhaps we are already friends
I wait upon the Lord in these matters
I stay still in this life of mine
I gave up every way of knowing I had
For it all led me down a lesser road
Standing just outside of Cupid's reach
Lest he lead me astray again
Carry on now lonesome dreamer
Your meeting with Juliet is yet at hand

The Aftermath of Dreams

All is irrelevant after waking up again, Grasping uselessly at fleeting figures
The visions and memories must remain in the seamless void of sleep
They cannot follow into the waking world, yet their revelations remain
Healing some dreams can be, Closure found to long lost things
Every piece of a jagged puzzle brought together whole
The ones that used to keep me numb, I erased them so
No longer needed are my worry, pain, and woe

Memories not yet made, linger in the passage of sleep
People not yet connected by time, Dangling ends of a larger plan
These are the things I keep in the morning after
My hopes and dreams aligned to singular thoughts
One in particular that never leaves, but remains sweet and innocent
These things I keep to myself, For a better time, in a better place
I pray that God hasn't forgotten about my dreams, I know he knows my heart
In the aftermath of it all, I sit here real still, Listening to the silence before I start

The Perpetual Light and the Elusiveness of All Things

It began with darkness and the absence of sound
No knowledge of how I wound up in such a sorted place
If there were warnings, I must have raced past them years earlier
I awoke to it, Its absence of light became my kindred spirit
I thrived there, and broken dreams were my muse
Yet in that place that knew no sounds, A boy cried out
Fear and pain lived in his pupils, he had yet to cede his dreams
Two voices in one head complicated so many things
One playing roulette with the devil, bent on ending it all
The other fighting to escape the dying dreams locked inside a hurting soul
Yet the light returned in those final days, briefly before the end
Really it had never left you see, for its glow is perpetual among other things
One cannot see its luminescence when clouded in endless shadows
Just as one cannot expect to see the Sun in the dead of night
Yet its existence is proven to mortal man, if only he would believe it so
Looking forward with the wonder of an endless child
For The Almighty God has seen to it so
The sunlight of my spirit warms my green eyes for the world to see
Life is quite a different matter today, Not as elusive as it used to be

In a Moment

What constitutes a moment, is little more than seconds of an earthly clock
A memory captured in an instant, and gone before the morning dew leaves the ground
So few are these precious gems of our lives, that few recognize them at all
Time does not come to a halt for any mortal, Nor does it slow
Yet in these moments, time seems to soften and bend
For just a millisecond can you almost feel the slowness and wholeness of it all
Grab these moments and hold them tightly to your heart
For life's blur will quickly resume, leaving you to where you came from
I know of these things, I have missed quite a few myself
Elusive are they when your head is on upside down
I have since stilled my anxious beating heart
While I cannot slow the hands of the clock, I can soften them some
To not be in such a haste, makes the days a little longer
To enjoy each moment, blurs away the apathy
Rejoice that these days are here, They may be the best you ever see
For we know not what lies up ahead, nor should we be in a hurry to get there
What constitutes a moment is letting go of everything I know
Trusting that this moment in time is where I need to be
For the next one might not be just as sweet
Maybe I'll not even get there you know
That much is not guaranteed to me
One thing I do know for sure amongst other things
That all of these moments are free

Things I Now Know

The words began from this pen long ago
I knew there were things I must write
Things that needed to escape my soul
I could not keep it all inside
That is unfair to you, a great injustice to me
All of the travels I took are real
All roads that brought me here still exist
Yet I don't retrace those steps today
They lead me to places of a lesser me
I began this story back when the world was but new
Before memories skewed the things I would say
When life was but an ocean of all the things I had not seen
Back when Summer lasted forever, Back before I even lost myself
Losing and Finding on the road that leads us here
All the material things that really meant nothing at all
Caught up were we in the infinite madness of everything
Not looking at where we would land
Here now that I found myself, I sing to you my sweetest song
May I remember what I came here for,
May I write until the story is done
Much brighter now than days from that other life
No more pieces and broken objects scattered about the ground
Blown away with the parting wind, The closet cleaned anew
I start this journey without much sound, but speak of miracles I have seen
Standing sideways with both eyes open, lest I fall into the depths again
Don't be caught like I was, Swallowed by apathy and time
Cast down foolish things, Find your door
Become all that you came for

Disclaimer

I'm not like you, Not like any of you at all
The road I took to get here, I would not wish on anyone
Yet that road led me to the sweetest release I have every known
All the paths I took to get here, All the doors I slammed shut in my apathetic blur
They represent everything that makes me who I am today
Why I had to walk the broken road, Why I had to get tired of falling down
These are not answers I have, but surely God knows why
It took every ounce of pain I've endured for me to be set free
Though my vindication speaks volumes for my dreamer's heart
I had the best of intentions, Yet failed at them all
I felt I was a good man all along, yet knew nothing of what that meant
I walked the path of least resistance, It took me straight to the gates of Hell
Arduous my climb came from the darkest moments of my existence
I am standing here today only because my Lord saw fit to rescue me
He took me from that place that knows no sound
Now upon this new path I've been walking many miles
I write and live for Him, I owe Him the sweetest of everything
As I rise again this morning, Everything comes clear to my endless heart inside
I spent a whole lifetime running, I think its time I just stood still
Find your greater purpose if you can, My own has served me well