The All Of It cold stone Coming Back Around Empty Well
Don't Let The Days Go By Yourself
square love Whoever I Am Mirror of Chance Time and Luck Moths Downstream
The All of It
Torn.
Two sounds are battling in my brain.
My hands are not in free will, they toil without pay.
As the clouds descend and lightning cracks, I hold steady
on new ground thats going down.
Falling fast to uncertainty, I
grab a scale, but will it hold me?
Am I going up or down,
believing is not knowing is divine.
Contradictions.
Seeming shallow to the deep observer, a book
contains thoughts and the circle knows.
These invisible bonds tie me down, yet I am so free
with all.
Gold and black, silver and white
confuse me to the core.
Lights flash upon the colors, no one knows but I.
A tape plays as it stops.
Fate? Destiny, life?
Distance.
Look not with your eyes,
but close them and see with the above.
See a rock and you alone on a vast darkness.
No floor, no ceiling.
Seeming empty, even though the rock is there.
Could the rock really be?
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Cold Stone
It’s sitting in the
water. Cold and dead and dark.
Fish don’t see it.
Waves can’t move it.
Cold and dead and dark.
Your heart is like a garden. the soil has rocks, they’ve got to be plowed before you can
grow.
Sun is gone. Rain is gone. Cold and dead and darks sits the stone in my heart.
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Square Love
How foolish am I to
read you down and walk away?
Wish for you after
the fact. So naive when it
matters wise in look back back at
you. So many jokes surround
your name. I can never forget you
since you belong to
everything. A certain color, more
songs than you’ve played.
I can see you as I
want, with me there. But
since I predict I will
never act and keep
on looking back throwing my
time away. Sighing and turning
away another cloud I see
that maybe one day you will too see.11/3/97
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Yourself
Cling to your identity
When you lose that
You loose yourself,
in a maze of danger
Cling to your identity
When it’s stolen from you,
You are just another
Imprisoned in a sealed box.
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I Am Whoever
All wounds heal with time
So when I go, dry your tears,
Pick up your feet.
I’m never gone unless you forget.
Pictures capture a moment,
Yearbooks are a hurried scribble.
Both can be destroyed with
age and fire.
Memories are always with you,
the perfect gift.
So don’t loose the mind you’ve
compiled, and I’ll always
be with you.
Whoever I am,
In one way or another.
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Mirror of Chance, Time, and Luck
Looking up at hte people
Tal her short me.
Once I was her
Now I am me.
People looking down at me.
Whisper voices buzz my ears
Hands all over, but I never
made my move.
So it isn’t me.
My move could have made me
all. Frowning faces, cold
shoulders are in my hour of time
Time once loved by two,
Not time 3 hate.
Three hate minus two love
equals 1 me.
Tall her.
Short me.
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Don’t Let the Days Go By
Leaves fall from lifes tree,
swirling down bound by the wind
They tell stories
Many etched in stone
others scribbled in sand
These autum snowflakes fall to
the forest floor, some picked
up on strong breezes
some stay where they first lay
The stone will stay, but the
sand will blow away
If a leaf falls in the forest,
and no one is around to
hear it, does it make a sound?
Does rain hitting a tin can ring
if there is no one to witness
it? If wind blew, yet there
was no grass for it to bend,
could the sky be strewn
with rainclouds? Only if the
moon stays with the stars,
earth with the sea, then we,
best friends will be.
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Empty Well
Who am I?
Walking this road.
No matter how you act.
You make me hate you.
Two faced
You’ve got a song
I’ve got grief.
Who am I?
No one looks at me.
My well is dry and my life empty.
But they say good must come.
To people like me, we sit
alone. Single and surrounded
by mirrors.
Who am I?
Do I catch your eye?
You just walked on by.
And yet I try to be me.
Too bad me is wrong.
My heart untouched my soul
is bleeding. No one sees the blood,
No one feels the pain.
So the apathy they give,
has no limits.
Who am I?
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Moths
Dancing in the light
Nothing to do but play in vain
They can not hold the light
Only play with it.
Sighing with the wind
Something is left to hide
Everyone twirls with love
My wings beat against it. 11/3/97
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Downstream
I’ve floated
away. Heading somewhere
a place I don’t know.
The waters cold and
numbs my senses.
A plain blue sky is
blank.No clouds to
comfort the lost. No
stars to guide the
way.Gone detached
the anchors lost. Time
took it away, and I’m
floating downstream.
To where I don’t know,
somewhere I don’t want to
be. Could fight the
current and become forgotten. Could swim ashore,
whats different there?
Just a path
that leads to somewhere
that right now is nowhere
So I float away downstream
Will I be seen again?
Maybe the bridge
wasn’t a good idea.
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Coming Back Around
Sorting through the piles will it ever end?
An endless sea of fish, only one that you will claim.
Is it gone?
Taken by the fisherman’s hook?
Metaphors, similes, written on its pages!
You can recreate a work of art, but can you recreate a work of thought?
Paintstrokes can be mimicked, can thoughts and feeling be rewritten?
Coming back around again...hopefully.
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