It's Not That Easy.....It's What You Make It

And somewhere, silence knew less bounds

Crushing were waves in their emptiness

So I crushed them back, Behold I bellowed

Has anyone seen sadness, I like that song

Hungry are children gone to porridges

Their weight is kept loose by their many woes

Wishn’t we had not certain choices to make

Waiting on trains, perhaps long left the station

But I came here, A traveler past his welcome

The scholar said, ‘It is all one or the other’

Horses only ride, Men only lie, Damage is blue

Somewhere though, People see in rainbows

Romance boasts its bare stallion in the court

Spit in the jester’s eye, though he likes it little

Long asked were riddles, answered by none

Some, all they wanted was their scrupulous claim

Oh silent whisperer, standing through the tears

Who sends his heart ahead of him, and still

That morning’s changed a hundred years or more

Things They Ask the Lord

Trust not a fool with his heart

You’ve given him to love

He not even ties his shoes

Tripping over them in place

But if you take away at once

His pathways into the pour

What does he stand to gather

Truer hearts are forged hot

From midsts of ships that sink

Glory is not wishes granted and,

Glue is prettier than painted glass

One man sees only tears felled

And not the joy bridled face

Awakening into the Sun of morn

Time whispers of dreamers’ lives

Though no record exists of the end

Alas, he’s not just a regular Jack

Chasing away after a tiara’d Jill

He only measures his today

 Tomorrow is very fluid, still

Look at the Time

Some days I sit still waiting in my chair,
For the glue to come apart, unraveled
That which holds me together on days,
When I have forgotten about the fight
The good one that I was sure i trudged,
Only to think back and wonder were it so
Seemingly, every corner is darkened,
As if the light were hiding upon the fringe
And I thought it a good place to rest,
If just for a little while until the glue dries
Then I can go out again and remember,
What it was I had been doing before
When I found myself in such a state again,
I'll use a box of thumbtacks, assorted colors
To pin back my worries for when I'm older,
Better equipped to deal with misunderstandings
Or wave a white flag at life's bitter truths,
Whichever helps on a particular day
Acceptance of what I have not found to change,
Not clutching ideals in a balmy, shaking fist
Just breathing, Letting in and letting go,
Minutes converted to hours, days down the road
Livers keep on living despite slipping ships,
Sailed a sea by dreamers looking for a coast
Home is not your pile of useless bits of junk,
Its where your heart sleeps naked, unafraid of cold

The Apprehension of... Oh So Many Things

They have no proof that

Closed doors open

But a heart on fire

Rages like a hungry lion

Fierce and Fearless

Defenseless to itself

Each minute leaves them

Clawing at a sack

Wet paper, stronger

Than a Northeasterly wind

Do wish it were known

How they came to be this way

Reasons pretended upon

Test answers changed 

Comic, epic blunders 

 The worse that are made

Were there a magic door

And they walked away

Still would they wish upon

A path into the rain

Every good thunderstorm

Contains a hidden dance

Conversations and Chess

An imperfect, beautiful bliss

Of no concern are they

How they sound aloud

Heartbeats and how they feel

Overshadows rationale

Were it a thought

A  dream

Even a passing wind

Notions and Promises, Things

They thought they said

Time is

The silent pillager

Of moments left undone

They make today their only

Because tomorrow

Will come too late

Speaking out

What they mean to say

Evening is already become

 Such a faded haze

They are unapologetic

Without regard for change

 They take the road untraveled

Running because they can

Before sunrise catches them

They will have a chance to land

If Handguns Were Hand Grenades

If I could make anything,
I would make it late September
Autumnal colors bold and thick
If I could play any song,
I'd play one to remember
Some melody that would stick

If I understood anything,
I would understand the fall
Not go flailing against the wind
If I understood any words,
I would understand them all
Note which way the road would bend

If I were to say anything,
I would speak words not yet spoken
No thing cunning or brilliant, only beautiful
If I were to follow any road
I would follow the one that opens
At where words stop, and laughter is full

If I were to love anything,
I would love where i felt most full
A comfortable space for my heart's refresh
If I were to love anyone,
I would love without following rules
The woman who best understands my beautiful mess

Circled Truths, Past Presents, Clarity and Remission

I did not rent this car                                          [declaration]
I was not going out of state                                     [expectation]
Never did I wander too far                                  [intention]
Must be someone else's fate                                     [perception]

"There must be some mistake"
"Only there isn't, sir"
"I did not order this"
"It comes with it dear"

Don't want wish know think                                     [fallible]
Trust in no pleasurable whim                                      [safe]
Become paper, why ever not                                     [practical]
Blank is your only escape                                           [singular]

"I'm sorry that I ruined forever"
"Eternity isn't at harm now"
"But I destroyed time "
"You are a dot, a blip, a path"

Echoes are a terrible invention                                  [hypothesis]
Sound trapped on a static reel                                      [explanation]
Riff, Chorus, Riff, Repeat                                        [output]
Memorex makes memories fake                                   [observation]

"So there was hope once?"
"There was..."
"Where did the road go?"
"Back into the sand..."

Nightmares printed on lids                                           [fearful]  
Fragmented files of read-only memory                             [trapped]
If letting go was like breathing                                     [futile]
Madness becomes fossil fuel                                           [notwithstanding]

"Its not that i want it this way"                                 
"Then quit holding on to closed roads"
"Its not that easy you see"
"I don't understand your meaning"
"My heart made promises it means to keep"

A man finds faith upon his falling down                          [grace]
But Spirituality is war to a hopeless dreamer                       [obstacle]
Surrender and asking back, Cake of consumption            [desire]
Like weary children,  confused by promises                       [reality]

"Would you die for your dreams?"
"I don't know what you'd like me to say"
"I'm asking you about the truth"
"I believe in all roads, even of a time forgot"

The lost wait in abandoned stations                                 [hopeful]
Old souls in what they hope to find                                     [relentless]
Sinners pray no less than anyone                                    [pragmatic]       
Dreamers are of another kind                                              [endless]

Prelude to Clarity

Those who live nice lives
Often own iced knives
In their back for their comforts
Mortal glory, False trumpets
Bring me into dirt instead
Squelch all my trials dead
Open me a book of life
Write down upon it my strife
But not for me do I keep
Only death did I once speak
So now place me behind the Cross
To which inside, put my loss
A Trader upon many shores
I became liar, thief, and worse
My parts, became like death and rust
Wounded settler of sex and lust
Give me now, unto my King
To fix away my oft broken wings
Take this world of lies away
A Shepherd risen, Demons slayed
How fast dreams do change, true
I thought always I would chase you
A dreamer doesn't not age forever
Only his dreams are washed new in rivers
And the trumpet sounded at day's end
 Eternal call, where the world begins

Winter Wonder Wonders

There is wishing, then more waiting
Wondering, before all out doubting
Anticipation has reached its peak
Peeking behind Christmas Orbs
Or Crystal Balls, whichever ditch works
Humor is spread on a cynical toast
As Jelly, On a bearded traveler's lips
Trust amongst children is give and take
Give them something tangible, Do
something before they riot loudly
Their breath comes to quake
A flailing generation amongst the mad
Even patient gentle lads rage so
Not against lights, but versus boundaries
Those who chase forever defy age
Any and all which lies suffer their case
To dream is their infinite spectacle
That their love story transcends time, Oceans
Understand ebbs and flows more accurate
Than a fool who waits on beaches
But fooling only resonates in hope lost
Found like cookies on a plate, Laid aside
Because not everything is a lie, No
Not all incidental truths are make believe
A baby in a manger back at the brink of time
Love for a forgotten world before morn
Every breath you ever blew counted, Bought
And still you search your stocking for gifts
Hoping your invisible voice becomes clearer
Yeah, much like that, candy canes and bows
Men who won't deny their flawed humanity
Chasing sleigh bells or a ghost late
Telling any who will listen, strangers too
That love is like a diamond, rough or otherwise
Lover's eyes, for all sanity became jaded
And a fool on Christmas is a fool in any light

Skies Only Fall in Movies

Speak

But I know darkness

Rasping as I choke

Order

Of things I once knew

When ships shored

Before

Melodies ended

On a dirty Sunday

Yesteryear

Yeah, I remember well

Champagne dreams, brunch

Because

I bought the world

Not just its problems see

Miles

Markers in a box

A place to count loss

Roads

Bent, Broken and Found

But I know a trick

Books

Spelling my way back

The end isn’t in pen

Clouds

A thousand tomorrows

To pick from in jest

Hearts

Mine is kept in belief

Nothing so permanent

Time

Cannot weather or destroy

Counting days in step

Chords

Music to sleep by

Or Write when I’m verbose

Fighters

Neither tire nor wander

Far from where they start

Belief

In what I cannot see

But tripping over my thoughts

Doubt

A grander state of dead

Forgetting to dream awake

Infinitely

The lost long for home

As if they knew it once

Taste

Everything ever known

A six second clip of sound

Tomorrow

Can never be a lie

It lives one step ahead

Frail

Spaces between our thoughts

Moments that slip away

No Path Untravelled Ends Up Anywhere At All

Life holds the most intriguing of things,
That only occur when you look away
Focus on some tangible conjecture,
And watch it float past on the wind
But I've come not to fret upon direction,
Knowing that gusts have returned again
That there's some balance sure,
In all the things that we're to ever touch
Wisdom or understanding or whim,
Some dreams are resilient even on pause
And no one knows the color of a home,
Lest they've been in its presence long
Not even a wandering dreamer,
Though I've tasted its many paths
North has always been north,
For as long as you can see your feet
And on those days you've stopped,
Sometimes an extra pair were there
The same dirt clung to four soles,
Reminding you that all life is a struggle
And If its ever to mean anything,
You might arrive home with unclean feet
But you can quit chasing forever,
Resting about on today's blissful sting
Or you can believe in miracles,
Where everything is different and still the same

The Things You Don't See Coming

We know what's good for us, but then we think it snows
In late September, when our temporal oceans swell
And we show up in places, first in line, for the first time
Caught off guard, People and lights, spares and strikes
Your tongue is your enemy, as you flounder like fish
Knowing what to say, but writing it down instead
I think we've been here before, at another peculiar door
Though the beat master and the computer haven't met
Telling yourself, knowing that this could end badly
But chasing your tail or tomorrow, whichever which it is
Hello, I like you, but I seem to have forgotten my name
Have you seen it on your way in, No well, that's just swell
No one expects much, but finds ways of hoping for everything
Or just little bit, Most people find they will take that too
Often though, we just like complicated, nicknamed adventure
Puzzles we cannot find the pieces to, but fail to throw away
Sometimes trapped in opposite boxes, You find your spare parts
Life is crazy like that, a chaotic, neurotic, enduring and beautiful mess
Of which everyone must survive, but no one knows quite why
To just be stopping in one day, to find that everything has changed