Friday, July 31, 2009

To Exist...

To exist...
Everything coming from something,
Tracing and originating,
Following with our fingers,
The lines in the lineage of our trees.
No redwood grows so tall as existance,
That which is in part and whole all things,
Beginnings in which to simply exist.
Beyond where my eyes can see,
A dimension simply existing,
Extension of our being.
Ignorance cannot erase existance,
Life moves on if you understand or not.

Lost My Mind

Doctor looked in my ear,
To see what he could find
Said "I think you've lost your brain, man,
I think you've lost your mind.
"I said "I didn't know
It was mad enough to go,
I just thought it got a little crazy,
Was putting on a show.
"But oh, now how I'm lost here,
With out my precious mind,
Because I've been searching,
But didn't know what I should find.
Oh and so I go from here,
Without a thought inside,
But at least I've got my eyes,
So I know that I'm not blind.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Sheep

Sheep lives his life
Sheared for what he's worth,
Allowed to live
For this reason from birth.
Making his sounds
So you can hear his voice,
Following his flock
As if by his own choice.

A number
Flocked in with the numerous,
His name
Around the fields is rumorous.
The sheep that shore himself,
Sold his wool for his wealth.
Numbered his numerous friends,
Gave them a chance to start again.

Sheep sheared by sheep
To fullfill imaginary needs,
Sheep full of wool
Giving in to their greed.

Monday, July 27, 2009

Time

Subtle subtlties,
Novel novelties,
Paintings painted with pain.
Rhyming riddles of life,
Wrecklessly written.
A footprint,
In the sandgrains of time,
Washing down upon the faith of life,
Like noxious fumes lingering in,
Listlessly killing lascivious lies.
More gregarious virtue,
Cannot instill in my ties,
Because In my search for the future,
All I found was time .

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Man's Holy Might

Can I share my deepest art,
Will you understand my moving part,
Among these cogs of life?

When they come with weapons drawn,
To try to make my mind move on,
Will you stand without gun or knife?

Will I stand unarmed, unashamed,
As the world from it's fires calls my name,
To look behind me to see only night?

If I sing for you my voice,
Will you hear my words or only noise?
This is the unanswered in my life.

Can you ever see through my eyes,
And know in life's delusioned lies,
To love and understand is always right?

I pray, though unsure who to,
That you find God is truly you,
And stand behind man's holy might.

One In A Million

Missed my one in a million chance,
To love life and dance,
Lost in sadness of opportunity missed,
Cheeks glisten from salty mist.

Trying to recreate the wheel,
Anything to make life more real,
Trying to love the life that's there,
Finding that I don't really care.

Living somebody else's something special,
Is this life meant for me?
Drawing my thoughts in charcoal pencil,
What words will you see?
A silent brushstroke,
Made on the canvas of life,
Painting in the proof,
Crimson red on the knife,
The art that killed,
That brought man to his knees,
Where the man cries,
And now where he pleads,
"Let me have that memory,
Please lord bring it back,
It was a one in a million,
Can you not see that?"

Saturday, July 25, 2009

Alright Life

The progress, the confidence,
The flowing of our minds,
Filling our little lives,
With all that we find.
Attics of our memories,
Experience unfolds,
Warming us inside,
Through winter's bitter colds.

A templed paradise,
Of free thought,
Paintings decorating,
When life was for naught.
Finding our knick knacks,
And memories,
Doing with our lives,
As we please,
Discovering less,
But becoming more,
Finding what life's looking for.

Here we are standing,
Looking over life,
Memories saying,
We lived life right,
So let's rest our heads,
Down for the night,
And be confident,
Everything will be alright.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Puppet Master

The blue waters of your eyes are shallow,
Barely knee deep.
The echo of your voice is hollow,
Empty words to keep.
The blood in your veins is cold,
Your heart of ice.
The games you play are old,
Playing as she likes.

Stand up people now,
So you can plainly see,
This girl and how,
She makes a puppet of me.

Arms like twigs,
Legs like limbs,
Lynching tree lives,
On hearts and figs.
Hanging on the look she gives,
Believing she's more mine than his.

You do not see my beauty,
Or the red of the blood I bleed.
You do not see my heart twist,
As you squeeze my every need,
You do not show mercy,
As you bat a shadowed eye,
You quietly say you love me,
Though you care not if I die.

If a heart to break,
Is truely what you need,
There is only one place,
You need to come to feed,
As the puppet master pulls the strings,
Can you see my heart beat?

Put on a show for all to see,
Drinking and kissing on me.
Another bar girl of dreams,
Twisting my every need.
Thought I knew you better than them,
But here I am drunk again,
Strings too thin for me to see.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

The Rock

I touched a rock and it was smoothe,
I saw water falling so I knew,
To change it from the rock it was,
It needed some help from above.
Above was the water only,
Falling ever so slowly.
I wonder if the rock could understand,
What it is was never really planned

Alone

No lap to lay my head,
No words to ease my pain,
I've never felt more alone,
Than I feel today.

Yesterday I was making plans,
Today my head's in my hands.
If this is life I don't want to live,
For I have no more I can give.

Every minute I live is disaster,
Every breath I take is pained.
What, oh what does it take,
To take it all away?

Hours from my sanity,
Darkness has ahold of me.
Even in the light I can only see,
The essence of eternity
,The brevity of life,
The darkness of night.

Alive but alone,
A loneliness I can't postpone,
At the command,
Of the hour hand.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Removing The Me, Motivating The You

Make me better than I am,
Build me up so I can be more,
Fix up my brokedown plan,
Help me see what life is for.
Sing a song to me,
About how we became free.
Light a candle so I can see,
What independence can be.

I'm better than I am,
I believe this slowly.
Not just a slave to society,
Want more than what Master gives me.
Don't want to be at my beginning's end,
Trying to begin again.
We have to change life's way,
Believe this friend.

I know you can't give me
What I need to find,
I know that hearing the words
Won't ease my mind.
It's an awakening,
A motivation needed.
Inspiration when we feel
Life has us defeated.
Change happens
Whether we're aware or not,
We make the decision,
If making a difference is worth a shot.

Clean hands carry out no plans,
It is the dirty that deserve adoring fans.

We can change this life,
Once it's no longer about me.
We can improve this life,
To help the people see,
What's missing from life,
That you never knew,
The biggest factor of all,
Has always been you.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Their Life

Found a way to survive,
Makes me believe I'm alive.
Make the most of what's here,
So long as I live with fear.
Don't know there's a difference to make,
Get what life gives me to take.
I guess the sun comes up, goes down,
That's what they tell me now.
In the papers and on the internet I read,
The information they choose to feed.
I'm bound here to the life I live,
And they tell me I have no more to give.

Devil In Denial

A summer storm blew in,
A sign to start again.
Salty raindrops on flat rocks,
Accelerating time's shocks,
On my mind, on my heart,
Unit I cannot tell myself apart,
From the criminals and fiends,
The homeless with dreams.

The wind can blow the storm away,
Share a sunny sky on a cloudy day,
Is it but a breath of freedom as I drown in slavery,
Or a motivational moment to live life with bravery?

Every memory,
Soaked in whiskey.
Blacked out of life,
Did you miss me?
Try to keep thinking,
I'm doing things right,
But how can I lose
Touch with my life?

Is it a dare to dream or delusions of a fiend?
Falling at the folly of Gods and a King,
Dancing in fires hotter than hell could bring
,Living life as but a passing thing.

Give me something concrete,
Something solid beneath my feet.
Trying to peer from this hole,
I find the depths are cold.
I feel no heat down here now,
Though God has said how,
We burn in a literal pit of despair,
Where you breathe only flames not air.
Trust me,
It has been cold here since arrival,
Asking myself if I'm an angel,
Or the devil in denial.