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