We didn't recognize
The Good Shepherd
Nor his companions
We kept on talking
When we should have just sat
And listened
9/29/11
IN THE DITCH
I left my best thoughts
In the ditch
When the tornado struck
After the storm
I tried to retrieve them
But they were gone
Carried away
By the strong gusts
And borne
On falling debris
In the ditch
When the tornado struck
After the storm
I tried to retrieve them
But they were gone
Carried away
By the strong gusts
And borne
On falling debris
9/28/11
WHAT NEED HAVE WE
People want to create
Their own versions
Of reality
Sometimes they're
Successful
These people usually
Are only a danger
To themselves
Individual choices
Make little difference
When the whole world
Is against you
There is greatness
In serving
It behooves us
To keep in mind
The effects
Of our mortality
My comprehension
Stops at the shore
That lies at an
Ocean of information
These processes
Go on in almost
Infinite progression
Headed toward
A state of stasis
Where molecules
Move in slow motions
And atoms
Are easy to see
What need have we
Of the truth
Don't we have
Everything else
Their own versions
Of reality
Sometimes they're
Successful
These people usually
Are only a danger
To themselves
Individual choices
Make little difference
When the whole world
Is against you
There is greatness
In serving
It behooves us
To keep in mind
The effects
Of our mortality
My comprehension
Stops at the shore
That lies at an
Ocean of information
These processes
Go on in almost
Infinite progression
Headed toward
A state of stasis
Where molecules
Move in slow motions
And atoms
Are easy to see
What need have we
Of the truth
Don't we have
Everything else
VANTAGE POINT
These rivers that I see
Are flowing gently
And the mountain
I stand upon
Is my vantage point
To history unfolding
If sometimes I appear
To be going backward
Then that is one time
When appearance
And reality
Are one
Sometime
When I'm out of time
I'll take the time
To find out
What I should have known
Through simple observation
Those who speak
Of salvation
What do they know?
Do they know sublimity?
Do they know Truth?
Where do they get
Their courage
To speak so abstractly?
Are flowing gently
And the mountain
I stand upon
Is my vantage point
To history unfolding
If sometimes I appear
To be going backward
Then that is one time
When appearance
And reality
Are one
Sometime
When I'm out of time
I'll take the time
To find out
What I should have known
Through simple observation
Those who speak
Of salvation
What do they know?
Do they know sublimity?
Do they know Truth?
Where do they get
Their courage
To speak so abstractly?
WHEN IT COMES TO LOVE
I don't pretend
Even the slightest of recognition
I sometimes wonder
How I understand
As much as I do
How can this mechanism
I.e. my mind
Do any better?
Ruefully I admit
My shortcomings
And I pray for mercy
And gentle correction
We hesitate
To praise the living
We rush
To condemn the dead
It's as if
We're on a leash
When it comes to love
Even the slightest of recognition
I sometimes wonder
How I understand
As much as I do
How can this mechanism
I.e. my mind
Do any better?
Ruefully I admit
My shortcomings
And I pray for mercy
And gentle correction
We hesitate
To praise the living
We rush
To condemn the dead
It's as if
We're on a leash
When it comes to love
9/27/11
THE OPEN AIR
The open air
Is not
What it used to be
It's not as crisp and clear
As it was two thousand years ago
The open air
Is haunted by voices from the past
And wretched deeds
And wretched people
Is not
What it used to be
It's not as crisp and clear
As it was two thousand years ago
The open air
Is haunted by voices from the past
And wretched deeds
And wretched people
9/26/11
THE STARTING BLOCK
We all begin
As a blob
And then slowly take shape
We arrive
To applause
And if we don't
Leave the same way
We have no one to blame
But ourselves
As a blob
And then slowly take shape
We arrive
To applause
And if we don't
Leave the same way
We have no one to blame
But ourselves
THE HOOK
The stapler sits
Upon the desk
Beside the scotch tape
Where is the fly swat
When you need it?
The phone, inadvertantly,
Is off the hook
But we're not
Upon the desk
Beside the scotch tape
Where is the fly swat
When you need it?
The phone, inadvertantly,
Is off the hook
But we're not
9/24/11
WHEN YOUR FATHER DIES
When your father dies
The sunlight falters
And the burden
Of living
Becomes solitary in its scope
The coolness of the day
Turns to heat
And the imagination
Finds itself
Alone
And as one last breeze
Saunters by
Decades of frustration
Are left
Lying on the ground
So inward you turn
Hoping that
The resources there
Are sufficient
For the road ahead
And the road behind
Is another matter
The sunlight falters
And the burden
Of living
Becomes solitary in its scope
The coolness of the day
Turns to heat
And the imagination
Finds itself
Alone
And as one last breeze
Saunters by
Decades of frustration
Are left
Lying on the ground
So inward you turn
Hoping that
The resources there
Are sufficient
For the road ahead
And the road behind
Is another matter
9/23/11
THESE ARE THE THINGS
Early morning
As the profligate sun
Sheds its rays
On an unblinking world
We'll all go down together
It's unusual
To think of life as something real
Reality is more a rock
That doesn't change
Our lives have fluidity
A randomness
That frightens us
Into uniformity
They let him go
He was guilty
But now he was free
So an innocent man would die
He was happy at the time
But now
You wonder how he feels
In ancient times
Time flowed softly
Life and death
Were both brief moments
With little space in-between
Is it any different now?
In the aftermath
We still reside
The universe has changed
Yet we cannot see
What is taking place
But we believe that someday
We will
The necessities
We lack
Like watching
The stars
As they overwhelm the night sky
Or like
Leaving everything behind
To pursue a dream
These are the things
We lack
And we know it
As the profligate sun
Sheds its rays
On an unblinking world
We'll all go down together
It's unusual
To think of life as something real
Reality is more a rock
That doesn't change
Our lives have fluidity
A randomness
That frightens us
Into uniformity
They let him go
He was guilty
But now he was free
So an innocent man would die
He was happy at the time
But now
You wonder how he feels
In ancient times
Time flowed softly
Life and death
Were both brief moments
With little space in-between
Is it any different now?
In the aftermath
We still reside
The universe has changed
Yet we cannot see
What is taking place
But we believe that someday
We will
The necessities
We lack
Like watching
The stars
As they overwhelm the night sky
Or like
Leaving everything behind
To pursue a dream
These are the things
We lack
And we know it
9/22/11
LUNCH
Lunch is optional
Supper another thing
All together
Because at twilight
Hunger pangs erupt
And take over
The mind
Can think
Of nothing else
Until the stomach
Is satisfied
Life is a
Meaningless abstraction
This day began
In shambles
It will end
Along the same path
To be worthy
Of some award
Is to be in
Possession of Miracles
To know
Where things will go
Is to be in
A world not our own
Life never surrenders
Nor is it a good loser
We may pretend
Indifference
But we don't even
Fool ourselves
Supper another thing
All together
Because at twilight
Hunger pangs erupt
And take over
The mind
Can think
Of nothing else
Until the stomach
Is satisfied
Life is a
Meaningless abstraction
This day began
In shambles
It will end
Along the same path
To be worthy
Of some award
Is to be in
Possession of Miracles
To know
Where things will go
Is to be in
A world not our own
Life never surrenders
Nor is it a good loser
We may pretend
Indifference
But we don't even
Fool ourselves
FALLING
Fences falling down
Hair falling out
Turning gray
Decrepit even
Late spring
Sky saturated with clouds
Almost too cool
Tomorrow the heat will return
I can still see
Maybe not quite as good as before
And what I see
I keep to myself
The time for sharing is gone
Hair falling out
Turning gray
Decrepit even
Late spring
Sky saturated with clouds
Almost too cool
Tomorrow the heat will return
I can still see
Maybe not quite as good as before
And what I see
I keep to myself
The time for sharing is gone
DECEMBER 19
Prayers are offered
For those who lay
In disarray
Yes, indeed
It is cold outside
But our numbness
Shields us
From this
Winter of Isolation
And our hardness
Saves us
From
Sentimental Foolishness
And our gravity
Is Lead to our Spirit
For those who lay
In disarray
Yes, indeed
It is cold outside
But our numbness
Shields us
From this
Winter of Isolation
And our hardness
Saves us
From
Sentimental Foolishness
And our gravity
Is Lead to our Spirit
9/21/11
MODERN WORLD
Think back
To old school days
When everyone
Was caught up in survival
Even boredom
Had its niche
And think back
To days when
The windows all were open
And the outside world
And the inside world
Were blended-
Things connected then
Irony is each day among us
Sometimes we notice it
Sometimes not
How do we remain
On a path that is
Moving us forever upward
What if we simply want
To jump off?
The life that I have known
Has been full of
Secondary promises
It lacks momentum
It's too spread out
And un-focused
Yet if forced to
Consolidate
And make improvements
It might find itself
At a loss
Gazing outward
I see a fence
About to collapse
Beyond the fence
A building is going up
A perfect analogy
Of the modern world
An artist looks and draws
He paints a picture
The picture seems alive
But only if
The artist himself
Is also alive
God leaves us alone
At our request
We make our own way
We believe in the rightness
Of our endeavors
Even when we're wrong
Of all the people
In all the world
Throughout history
Why did no one
Stand and ask
Why?
How close can you be
To someone
And not know
Their greatest fear?
What drives the wind
Is it self-generating?
Or is someone exhaling
Across the flat plains?
To old school days
When everyone
Was caught up in survival
Even boredom
Had its niche
And think back
To days when
The windows all were open
And the outside world
And the inside world
Were blended-
Things connected then
Irony is each day among us
Sometimes we notice it
Sometimes not
How do we remain
On a path that is
Moving us forever upward
What if we simply want
To jump off?
The life that I have known
Has been full of
Secondary promises
It lacks momentum
It's too spread out
And un-focused
Yet if forced to
Consolidate
And make improvements
It might find itself
At a loss
Gazing outward
I see a fence
About to collapse
Beyond the fence
A building is going up
A perfect analogy
Of the modern world
An artist looks and draws
He paints a picture
The picture seems alive
But only if
The artist himself
Is also alive
God leaves us alone
At our request
We make our own way
We believe in the rightness
Of our endeavors
Even when we're wrong
Of all the people
In all the world
Throughout history
Why did no one
Stand and ask
Why?
How close can you be
To someone
And not know
Their greatest fear?
What drives the wind
Is it self-generating?
Or is someone exhaling
Across the flat plains?
AGAIN
It's a shock
To the system
When your search
Reaches the end
You've found
What you've been seeking
Again
To the system
When your search
Reaches the end
You've found
What you've been seeking
Again
9/20/11
LONG JOURNEY
Barring catastrophe
I'll be home tomorrow
But it won't be
Necessary
To clean the floors
I'll have on footwear
That is immune
To the elements
So a little dust
Won't make me sneeze
I may be hungry though
A little thirsty too
Nothing like a long journey
To clarify the issues
I'll be home tomorrow
But it won't be
Necessary
To clean the floors
I'll have on footwear
That is immune
To the elements
So a little dust
Won't make me sneeze
I may be hungry though
A little thirsty too
Nothing like a long journey
To clarify the issues
WAITING AS IT WERE
Waiting as it were
For words
Of meaning
To appear
And lift me up
Break these chains
That bind me
To the darkness
Remember now my dreams
And release me
Toward Heaven
For words
Of meaning
To appear
And lift me up
Break these chains
That bind me
To the darkness
Remember now my dreams
And release me
Toward Heaven
9/19/11
TRANSCENDENT LOVE
Love transcends
The temporal sphere
Makes its way through
The corridors of time
Lights a path
That all can follow
Leaves a trail that
Cannot be hidden
Love relishes a moment
That can be replayed in the mind
Can create a unity
That overcomes the
Dissonance of time
Love is a treasure
Beyond mortal understanding
It flows like a river
Through the celestial mountains
And down to the infinite sea
The temporal sphere
Makes its way through
The corridors of time
Lights a path
That all can follow
Leaves a trail that
Cannot be hidden
Love relishes a moment
That can be replayed in the mind
Can create a unity
That overcomes the
Dissonance of time
Love is a treasure
Beyond mortal understanding
It flows like a river
Through the celestial mountains
And down to the infinite sea
A CORUSCATED NIGHT
Lightning in the Sky
Where else would it be?
In a bottle, perhaps?
Things have been kind of slow
Lately
Reminds me of the time
Just before the flood
We were hanging out
At the local Mesopotamian bar
Drinking tequilas
And wondering if our world
Was going to end
It did
Where else would it be?
In a bottle, perhaps?
Things have been kind of slow
Lately
Reminds me of the time
Just before the flood
We were hanging out
At the local Mesopotamian bar
Drinking tequilas
And wondering if our world
Was going to end
It did
GROUND
Falling down
To the ground
Happens
Throughout life
It's when
You fall down
Below the ground
That all expectations cease
To the ground
Happens
Throughout life
It's when
You fall down
Below the ground
That all expectations cease
I HEAR THE WIND
I hear the wind
The temperature is dropping
What may or may not be
You can predict the future
But the truth is too big
To grasp
And it's the truth
Rather than the future
That is at stake
The temperature is dropping
What may or may not be
You can predict the future
But the truth is too big
To grasp
And it's the truth
Rather than the future
That is at stake
9/18/11
MY TIME
My time
Among mortals
Is somewhat
Illuminating
I live in terms
I don't remember
Agreeing to
What I promised
To do
I have done
And I will continue
To do
Despite misgivings
And a tendency
To forget
Who I am
Among mortals
Is somewhat
Illuminating
I live in terms
I don't remember
Agreeing to
What I promised
To do
I have done
And I will continue
To do
Despite misgivings
And a tendency
To forget
Who I am
WHEN ANGELS DIE
When angels die
And demons laugh
When the sunshine
Is bright
The mystery
Of daylight
Will not encompass you
And the dry air of the desert
Will make you choke
On your own words
And demons laugh
When the sunshine
Is bright
The mystery
Of daylight
Will not encompass you
And the dry air of the desert
Will make you choke
On your own words
ICE
Just a breeze
But when it connects
With ice
The climate changes
Suddenly
Man-made
Ice
Cold as the day is long
The ice of inertia
Waiting
To melt
But not yet
Maybe never
But when it connects
With ice
The climate changes
Suddenly
Man-made
Ice
Cold as the day is long
The ice of inertia
Waiting
To melt
But not yet
Maybe never
MISTAKES
I see that the day
Is proceeding nicely
And I make a note of it
I could count all my mistakes
But who has the time
Or inclination?
It's not like
They're going anywhere
Is proceeding nicely
And I make a note of it
I could count all my mistakes
But who has the time
Or inclination?
It's not like
They're going anywhere
EMOTIONAL STATE
Don't take the chance
To reveal too much
Revelation
Is best left to the Master
All we've ever known
Is tied to our middle of the road
Emotions
Is our thinking
Enhanced
Or betrayed
Or truncated
By our emotional state?
All three
Would be the answer
To reveal too much
Revelation
Is best left to the Master
All we've ever known
Is tied to our middle of the road
Emotions
Is our thinking
Enhanced
Or betrayed
Or truncated
By our emotional state?
All three
Would be the answer
9/17/11
WD 40 & DUCT TAPE
They stand alone
In a world of uselessness
Sitting on the shelf
Or behind a book
Maybe hiding near the lawnmower
In a tool box perhaps
Everywhere and nowhere
Omnipresent
Healing the world
The world knoweth not
Bandaging wounds of the soul
Releasing aching hopes and dreams
Into the sun free atmosphere
Delving into the depths
Of complexity
Making all things simple
All things known
In a world of uselessness
Sitting on the shelf
Or behind a book
Maybe hiding near the lawnmower
In a tool box perhaps
Everywhere and nowhere
Omnipresent
Healing the world
The world knoweth not
Bandaging wounds of the soul
Releasing aching hopes and dreams
Into the sun free atmosphere
Delving into the depths
Of complexity
Making all things simple
All things known
FROM ONE WHO KNOWS
Sunshine
Piercing thru the clouds
Rain hiding
Returning
Then gone again
Better wet your whistle
While you can
Take advice
From one who knows
Piercing thru the clouds
Rain hiding
Returning
Then gone again
Better wet your whistle
While you can
Take advice
From one who knows
REDUCTIONISM
Cling to reductionism
Simplify the complex
Worship the obvious
Believe mightily
In yourself
Who are you?
Do you want to know
Who you are?
Do you remember
The play areas
Of your youth?
Can you ever go
Back there again?
Will you be welcomed?
Simplify the complex
Worship the obvious
Believe mightily
In yourself
Who are you?
Do you want to know
Who you are?
Do you remember
The play areas
Of your youth?
Can you ever go
Back there again?
Will you be welcomed?
9/16/11
IN THE MORNING
Late Spring
Feels like Summer
Sleepiness
Sluggishness
Mental Fog
Intellectual Haze
Energy Loss
I'll pick things up...
In the morning
Feels like Summer
Sleepiness
Sluggishness
Mental Fog
Intellectual Haze
Energy Loss
I'll pick things up...
In the morning
YESTERDAY'S MAIL
I'm marking time
In the course of time
In the river of the same
I'm wondering
Why the grass isn't growing
Am I looking at it
Too hard?
Responses
Are slow in arriving
Like yesterday's mail
In the course of time
In the river of the same
I'm wondering
Why the grass isn't growing
Am I looking at it
Too hard?
Responses
Are slow in arriving
Like yesterday's mail
CONCERN FOR A FUTURE NOT WRITTEN IN STONE
Things are getting dicey
Totally out of hand
Our pleasure principle
Has met a wall
No more comfort
No more affluence
Just a nagging thought
Good times are over
Totally out of hand
Our pleasure principle
Has met a wall
No more comfort
No more affluence
Just a nagging thought
Good times are over
OPTIMISM
We're making progress
Doesn't always seem like it
Little things matter most
Though we sometimes
Don't believe it
Looks to be a difficult thing
But is it really?
Isn't it more
A summation
Of all our nightmares?
Better to be
Alone in a crowd
Than to be caught
Exhibiting cheerful optimism
Doesn't always seem like it
Little things matter most
Though we sometimes
Don't believe it
Looks to be a difficult thing
But is it really?
Isn't it more
A summation
Of all our nightmares?
Better to be
Alone in a crowd
Than to be caught
Exhibiting cheerful optimism
SO WE MUST RETURN
What would appear to be
A new ism
Is in fact
An old fad with new duds
And what would seem to be
A novel idea
Is just another love song
A love song to the self
The self comprising
A jumble, a mosaic
A collection of bad intuitions
A sonnet
Not written by Shakespeare
So we must return
To whence we came
A much harder thing to do
Than coming up
With worthless paper
And worse than useless
Moralizing
A new ism
Is in fact
An old fad with new duds
And what would seem to be
A novel idea
Is just another love song
A love song to the self
The self comprising
A jumble, a mosaic
A collection of bad intuitions
A sonnet
Not written by Shakespeare
So we must return
To whence we came
A much harder thing to do
Than coming up
With worthless paper
And worse than useless
Moralizing
9/15/11
SO MUCH
Is the Universe
Crowded?
Empty spaces
And voids
Abound
The silence
Is great
Who goes there?
No stop signs
In the heavens
Speed is of the
Essence
So much to see
So much to do
Our crowded lives
Need space
Our infinite
Possibilities
Need room
To grow
Crowded?
Empty spaces
And voids
Abound
The silence
Is great
Who goes there?
No stop signs
In the heavens
Speed is of the
Essence
So much to see
So much to do
Our crowded lives
Need space
Our infinite
Possibilities
Need room
To grow
YELLOW HOUSE
Do you live in a
Yellow House?
If you do,
Are you awake
At odd hours of the night?
Does the sunshine
Play in the shadows?
And do the trees in the yard
Sometimes forget to grow?
Yellow House?
If you do,
Are you awake
At odd hours of the night?
Does the sunshine
Play in the shadows?
And do the trees in the yard
Sometimes forget to grow?
QUANTUM
Quantum fluctuations
In an expanding universe
Do not fill me with dread
But emotional fluctuations
In a personal universe
Leave me for dead
In an expanding universe
Do not fill me with dread
But emotional fluctuations
In a personal universe
Leave me for dead
WILL
Will anyone be there
When the lights go out
When the winds
Are blowing down barns
And pulling up trees
When the water
Is rising
When the currents
Are swift
And the bodies
Are left
Rotting on the shore
Will anyone be there
To pick up the pieces
And call a halt
To the wanton
Destruction
And the senseless
Mutilation
Of all that is good
When the lights go out
When the winds
Are blowing down barns
And pulling up trees
When the water
Is rising
When the currents
Are swift
And the bodies
Are left
Rotting on the shore
Will anyone be there
To pick up the pieces
And call a halt
To the wanton
Destruction
And the senseless
Mutilation
Of all that is good
BREAKFAST TILL NOON
Have you ever conquered the world
Before breakfast?
I do it every morning
Then sometime around noon
I decide I don't want it
Before breakfast?
I do it every morning
Then sometime around noon
I decide I don't want it
BURIED IN THE PAST
The things
I want to say
Are buried
In the past
So I leave them
For another day
When hardy souls
Without fear
Open up the earth
And bring forth
Relics
These things
Will then
Be subject to scrutiny
The whole world
Will know
What it was like
To be alive
In a rainy period
I want to say
Are buried
In the past
So I leave them
For another day
When hardy souls
Without fear
Open up the earth
And bring forth
Relics
These things
Will then
Be subject to scrutiny
The whole world
Will know
What it was like
To be alive
In a rainy period
THE SYMBOLIC KINGDOM
God doesn't eschew
Literary devices
He writes with
Tenacity
And
Tongue in cheek
He desires
That all
Pass from
Death into life
But he doesn't
Force the issue
If darkness
Is your thing
Then by all means
Enjoy it
While you can
But just remember
God may be writing
A new chapter
And you may
Not be in it.
Literary devices
He writes with
Tenacity
And
Tongue in cheek
He desires
That all
Pass from
Death into life
But he doesn't
Force the issue
If darkness
Is your thing
Then by all means
Enjoy it
While you can
But just remember
God may be writing
A new chapter
And you may
Not be in it.
I AM WHO I AM NOT
The grass is dying
But the dirt is doing great
The pavement is hot
Shoes are in great demand
Wherever we go
We find this odd dichotomy
That this or that is doing poorly
But the whole is doing great
But the dirt is doing great
The pavement is hot
Shoes are in great demand
Wherever we go
We find this odd dichotomy
That this or that is doing poorly
But the whole is doing great
A WAY
A way
Can be defined
As a route
Or a path
Or a road
Or a highway
But it
Can't be defined
As a
Destination
Can be defined
As a route
Or a path
Or a road
Or a highway
But it
Can't be defined
As a
Destination
PAIN
I wish
That we were free from pain
But pain
Doesn't wish the same
It's pain that we know
But it's not
All that we know
We know
So much more
And maybe the next time
When pain intrudes
We'll put it in its place
That we were free from pain
But pain
Doesn't wish the same
It's pain that we know
But it's not
All that we know
We know
So much more
And maybe the next time
When pain intrudes
We'll put it in its place
THE SHORE
As I venture
Farther away from the shore
My lifeline
Becomes weaker
And I in turn
Become stronger
And when I
Look back to the shore
It becames smaller
In my mind
As well as in
My sight
Farther away from the shore
My lifeline
Becomes weaker
And I in turn
Become stronger
And when I
Look back to the shore
It becames smaller
In my mind
As well as in
My sight
KEEP IN TOUCH
Keep in touch
Across a universe
Of stars
Not as hard as you might think
Drop a line
That keeps on dropping
Whisper in the ear
Of an exploding planet
Ashes will be ashes
Until the day
When new words
And new worlds
Are appearing
Across a universe
Of stars
Not as hard as you might think
Drop a line
That keeps on dropping
Whisper in the ear
Of an exploding planet
Ashes will be ashes
Until the day
When new words
And new worlds
Are appearing
DOWN THE ROAD
I don't intend
To start over
Too much water
Under the bridge
Better still
To walk
A little farther
Down the road
To start over
Too much water
Under the bridge
Better still
To walk
A little farther
Down the road
FEELS REAL
A July day
Without AC
Not too bad really
The Southern winds
Are still
But fans produce
Artificial breezes
That feel real
Life even feels real
At times like this
Slower than usual
More methodical
But that's OK too
Neither hungry
Nor thirsty
Neither hot
Nor cold
But somewhere in-between
All things moderate
Well, maybe not all
But why be picky?
Without AC
Not too bad really
The Southern winds
Are still
But fans produce
Artificial breezes
That feel real
Life even feels real
At times like this
Slower than usual
More methodical
But that's OK too
Neither hungry
Nor thirsty
Neither hot
Nor cold
But somewhere in-between
All things moderate
Well, maybe not all
But why be picky?
IN FOGGINESS
I view the morning
In fogginess
No wind to speak of
Nothing vibrant in the scene
Unless life itself has vitality
And when it does
It doesn't question itself
In fogginess
No wind to speak of
Nothing vibrant in the scene
Unless life itself has vitality
And when it does
It doesn't question itself
THE WAYWARD WIND
The wayward wind
Goes far beyond
The boundaries of earth
The wayward soul
Tags along
And ends up
Isolated
When the wind dies
Goes far beyond
The boundaries of earth
The wayward soul
Tags along
And ends up
Isolated
When the wind dies
WRONGNESS
I refuse to be vindicated
I prefer to be wrong
Not everyone can be wrong
It takes a special talent
An unusual hardheadedness
Yes,
I prefer what's right
To stay to the left of me
So I can glory
In my wrongness
It's my little world
I cling to it
With desperation
I prefer to be wrong
Not everyone can be wrong
It takes a special talent
An unusual hardheadedness
Yes,
I prefer what's right
To stay to the left of me
So I can glory
In my wrongness
It's my little world
I cling to it
With desperation
NIGHT
The night is as cool
As it wants to be
The night belongs
To the night
Out of sight
Defines the night
Out of light
Does too
Doesn't seem right
The night
But what is right
Is both light
And night
As it wants to be
The night belongs
To the night
Out of sight
Defines the night
Out of light
Does too
Doesn't seem right
The night
But what is right
Is both light
And night
9/14/11
SELF-IDENTITY
Self-Identity
And memories
If only
They were timeless
Roll back the years
You are
Young again
Don't deny it
Look upward
To the sky
Above the sky
And there you are
And memories
If only
They were timeless
Roll back the years
You are
Young again
Don't deny it
Look upward
To the sky
Above the sky
And there you are
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