Sunday, February 21, 2010

Simple Questions

I only really pray
To get through the day

The only reason I pray
Is to get through the day

The only real thing I pray
Is to get through the day

I am really me
I am here to be

I only really believe
To get through the day

The only reason I believe
Is to get through the day

The only real thing I know
Is to get through the day

There is simple wisdom I want to find
It is not the reason I write
I want to see it all written
What ever it may come I'd like to go
Find there is purpose in most everything

There is simple frustration I want to leave
It is not the reason I need
I want to see it all together
Where ever it may be I'd like to go
Find there is purpose in this to believe

I do not want to hold any form
That is not to simply break them all
There is more involved to be considered

Find one simple way to express
I don't want to be alone in here

Short Story: The Last Man on Earth

I have no doubt she would
Love me if I were the last man on earth

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Bosnia Today

I will sleep in Bosnia
For I know where I am
And they talk of war
But where could that be

Is it that one small boy
Can he carry that load for me
Will it be all right
What do I know about war

It is strange that is all
I used to comprehend death some
It wasn't all that strange
But man it's weird

What do you say about war
There is nothing normal
Yet you would think it was

War has this sound
And there is this feel
How could it be real
Tell me it's a joke

I want to laugh
Don't want to cry
Tell me is the news bad
What have we ever had

This feeling will not go
It could be made up
If anything were unreal
Let this be the one

Love and pain is all the same
But what will you do then

War is here but
Who is there
Is there just one man
Just one more

Is that enough for death
Who are their friends
Where is their family
Do I know anyone

There's no war in me
Do you have so much
Why do you give it away
Well who would ever buy

Is there a child somewhere
Are toy soldiers so much fun

I found myself here
And you over-there
Are we so far away
Is it not one day

The sounds of war are clear
Here there is less confusion
Who wouldn't see the problems
It easy there to start

Don't listen over hear
I can't try over-there
I have this life I have
I don't understand war

But there is a simplicity
And I don't know any heros

Siren sounds so beautiful
Children won't you cry
And it's lovely to see
Which eye could be dry

Laughter and the thunder falls
Sorrow to the sun showers down
What could be done to the rain
Who will now take their pain

Further then you will go
Closer than you'd like to know

And in an end
There is no completion

Through Walls

Birth of life and days
Unaware they had involved
Look that should hold more to see
I have seen being displaced
Misunderstood

Of a photograph I return
Unaware all you had involved
Intentions that would hold more to see
I have seen being finite
Comprehension

Birth of life and days
I search fields of visions
Self they have designs
Self they would define
Infinity

Of a photograph I return
Aware that I involve
Looks that hold more to see
I have seen beyond distance
Eternal

Of a Yellow Sky

Painted in finger sails
Trails through yellow skies
I would find sleep
Underneath these eyes of you
What would I praise to be
In these currents frail
Female forms the softness curves
Winds upon the touch
Clutch mysteries entailed
Speech I can not find
Ripples through layers unfelt
Lost of an expression
meaningless
Painted in finger sails
Fails through yellow skies

The All Around

So much we hold of life
I can not know my all
These are not stories we tell
Creation is an antidote
Love is a joke

For laughter's all the time
Joy is the all around
And I find you funny
Silly secrets that you hold
It is your laughter that I love

Monday, February 1, 2010

Without

I Forgot what it was all about
For Certain I used to know
Maybe only slipped my mind
Could it be this that I have

All the works All the ways
I can think them all through
For certain is the mind
It could be this I have

I forgot what it was all about
For certain now I feel
Maybe only lost my mind
Should it be this I have

All those ways All those works
I feel them all through me
For certain is this soul
It would be this that I have

The Last Sun Set

The world is cold in this winter
And under a black sky
Time frozen over all around
Awaken in the soundest sleep

The Extravagant Giant lumbers forth
To the smallest cares slumber
In the largest strides covering oceans
That something is not nothing

A frozen picture of that motion
Comes swirling above the surface
In chase when the sun did rise
Stiffens to the touch frozen time

On out of a million quiet places
The songs to the last sun set
Arise to the attention of one
The Extravagant Giant lumbers forth

Time frozen for a sweet slumber
Awaken the most important something

Friendly Little Words

Have you read many answers
For I can't write any
Once I thought I could
Perhaps only I should

I've never read any answers
I don't think it works
Only questions are ever written
In even the greatest literature

Perfect language forms perfect questions
Words might whisper answers
But I have never caught any
I read and write all night

And the sunrise has an answer
More than any words
Not any friend is all there is
Anymore than I ever was

Hope you read many things
Keep them well and know them better

Dream Telephones

I had this amazing dream last night
You were all there everywhere
I saw all those things I know about
Comfortably next to nothing I've seen
Just the way I felt them to be

I tried to explain it to a few
And I heard the words of my dream
They could sketch incomplete
So I put them back in my dream
It was complete and continues...

I have an amazing dream
There are no words for the way she smiles
No story of how she sat with me
They have a taste at the tip of my tongue
With an expanding pressure upon my chest
Deep coming up to the surface to breath

It is when the night wakes me
And what the sight brings me
They do not speak to me in words
But encode on my flesh and spirit
There are ideas I have and things I know

Phones don't work the way you'd think in my dream
I can tell you everything that happens but
There are no words for everything that happens