Little Past Four

It’s a little past four
My thoughts are racing
All the faces I’ve taken
Many dreams I’ve dreamt
Loves I lost and Love I found
All strike me down
Pretend the present suitable
Make my daily rounds
Speaking to young minds
Walk with tender thoughts
Hold not the world to fault
Yet lost am I in who I am
Never finding stable ground
Relics of past phases find way
To plague the stage
As if only to say
I am afraid
I am lost
I am the damned
Waiting for my day
Dare not to be true
It might not be enough
To save the life
To end the pain
To hold the flames
Waiting in burdened hearts
My character not in books
Only nightmares I frequent
Day to day wasting away
Nature she calls
Asking my life be found 

I’m Not the One

I’m not the one to hear a song and yearn for lost love
Between the la, la, la, la, la, la’s, another tear
Circles become my thought
Repeating the beginning and ending a thousand times
Much like our songs in your car over summer
Do you still hear my voice in them?

I’m not one to find old memories in new towns
A heart formed by oil leaking from a car
Never noticed hearts before I met you
I see them in the clouds but never speak up
Would you now even care?

I’m not the one, I’m not the one, I wasn’t the one
But now I sit here with a picture and a song
You’ll never hear or see
This not my intentions to suffer alone
Yet my will remains strong
Walking away to be as you wish me to be
A ghost only seen when needing to believe

Onward dutchmen take me home
Let my soul rest and heart seize to beat
Another day means another lie
Seasonal this sorrow let me be like aspens
Bloom again as love fills the air
As I can not bare today knowing
I’m not the one, I never was. 

The Great Depression

Reclusion is calling, as her name alone breaks my heart
Attempts worthless and battles all lost
Welcome me meditation all must be forgiven 
Give me true suffering not this of a weak heart
The time has to long passed for retreat and the poetry no longer saves me
Suns already set as I wake from my slumber
I miss the sun as it rises and sets but
Darkness is now my home

Would the World Become History?

Would the world become history
As I walk the lands of the dead
Or shall tomorrow bring chaos

Despondent attempts of a young man
Seeking to enhance souls
One by one with each precious moment

If tomorrow comes in pieces
Shall we flee to self-preservation
Or take the puzzle in challenge
Placing edges with kind words
Never giving up hope
That soon beauty comes
From the inner picture

Working as one I fall 
As vices break through
The cage I locked them in

My checks and balances bias
Overwhelmed by doubt and glee
A cold heart sorrow has me
Took me some months ago
Yet still my smile remains

Though depressed is my mood
To act upon this rash emotion
No soul finds compassion nor love

Humanity I now upon my knees
Ask not of you to save me
But those whose hearts bleed
Those who feel no love
Believing the disgust their fed
No hope they see in tomorrow
Pieces remain of yesterday
Holding loosely today
Let them not be lost in doubt
Give your hand and teach them
Not to fish but to believe
Once again tomorrow is a new day
And you shall be with them 

I Don’t Sleep for When I Do

I don’t sleep for when I do
You come to me bold and true
Whispering in my ear
Dearest I love you

I don’t sleep for when I do
You’ve forgotten how to swim
No hope for rescue
My heart sinks with you

I don’t sleep for when I do
You forfeit will and reason
Dying in my arms
Tears flood my face

I don’t sleep for when I do
The news broadcast fatal ends
Wreckage on I-80
My plead you live unheard

I don’t sleep for when I do
You’re in bed without a pulse
My arms reach out I
Hold your head to my chest

I don’t sleep for when I do
You’re helmets lays next to you
Motionless and still
Your thumb never moved

I don’t sleep for when I do
Cancer has spread upon you
Your hand in mine
As you take the last breath

I don’t sleep for when I do
These dreams echo deja-vu
Wake in cold sweats
Asking could this become truth?

A Mad Man Sings Through His Chains

I sit here among the populous listening to sounds of fake ambitions
Conversations spark from latent flames breathed in bored decay of masses
Enter truth through blunt words spoken without fear one who speaks not in tongues
Thresholds surpassed pain and judgment meaning exceeds narcissistic themes
Abstract emotion overwhelms greedy disbelief of moral character hidden by society
Parade around lovely feast anger steals each moment as passion wastes away
A world fallen to ritual without understanding never finds hope, love, and trust
Preach not what you do not understand give life to what is said not fiction
Claim to all is nothing without passion a mad man sings through his chains
Never shall he submit belief only to conform like the lemmings enlightened drink
You who drink others blood unable to live alone what does life mean?
Laugh at what unique minds bring whilst reading leaves, politics, and ponds
Mask identity beauty queen love seeks not your body lust is all that you need
Drink your sorrow pledge soon your brothers will bring death to complexity
Trickling blood from wrists know to sorrow think not of those you hurt
Despair becomes your name walking in shadows of mistakes learn only decay
Before days become death marches will you not see eyes that care?
Offense mean not I from words harshly read instead hope for broken records
Express beauty in social dismay not in war clones purposely create
A mad man sings through his chains I say
Chaos leads nowhere as we let children play
Then follow blindly scripts formed no by law
But of those afraid to look past their fatal flaw

What Sings Young Lovers

What sings tomorrows wind beauty, sorrow, change, life or even death?
Do I continue to rely on such foolish ideals of repeating cycles bent around chaos and normalcy?
Harvest new dreams my subconscious pleads for days bleeding grey turn to black
Complexity seeks ambiguous definitions as tidal waves meet strong winds a stand still felt to the grave
A heart in the middle floats high above casual exchange soon to become something greater than words glorified by lost translation
Let beauty ring from bells and time become one under never ending love

What sings tomorrow’s earth beauty, sorrow, change, life or even death?
Do I continue down city streets where flame is illusion?
Rest my eyes to see torches fall upon mutilated trees to see through masks hidden behind glass framed faces.
Life and lies lead juxtaposed feelings searching for common goal but fire and water find no peace when they greet
Build walls between sleeves and chest holding back passions flame with bullet-proof vest soaked in rain of clarity washing pain from suffocating fallacy no one could see!
Let beauty fall in bird seed and time become one under never ending love

What sings yesterdays fire beauty, sorrow, change, life or even death?
Do I continue in blizzards fury lost in arctic seas searching for nothing loved by man?
Terror wakes slumbering eyes from death-flooded streets violent screams echo through my head
Jump from haunting cliffs to float away in summer’s breeze whilst listening to wise winds
Life overcame devilish dismay grasping harmonic souls with bloody hands unifying two as one
Let beauty sing from empty cans tied to strings and time become one under never ending love

What sings yesterdays water beauty, sorrow, change, life or even death?
Do I continue praying justice finds logic?
Silence comes swiftly upon hearts dreaming fields of golden sunshine under fading lights blue, pink, purple, and red.
Greed strikes humble hills integrity flees searching for a fleet marveled in serenity
Break through stone and flame persist melancholy shades meet grim mazes always changing saving ecstasy
Let beauty call your name “I do” and time become one under never ending love!

Embody Love

Hear the trembling voice speak of sorrow
Take not lightly the words piercing the air
Simple gestures of sincerity have their place
But this is not the case nor time
For the darkness surrounds the mind
To speak of finding God holds no worth
Not in that faith is unable to save
Instead those blinded see not light
Their beliefs become muddled by anguish
Pass not up opportunity to save a life
Suggest not finding peace in religious teaching
Discover epiphany in wise mens words
Become a fisher of men, women and child
Broken, cold, burdened hearts pleading rescue
Remove yourself from tasks at hand
Reach out to write love upon their arms
Wash the feet of lonely woman seeking love
Aspire to be more than walking quotes
Embrace stories with compassion and hope
Forgetting self to become something more
Free thyself from body to become spirit
Take form in inspiration and love
So as days go by and these heart sink
What little words you spoke echo like eternity
Opening fate beyond set paths
Never again let grace be whispers on stage
Embody your faith, embody love

Royalty of the Soul

Results are back robot they read
Emotions feigned to inspire
A generation lost in the cold
Followed their destiny
No questions asked of meaning
Definition of life molded by fate
Blades slide gently releasing pain
Two years ago a lost love
Stole the heart beating within
Put it upon the wrist of sorrow
On my knees exclaim these words

“How long must they suffer
Why hath they lost hope
Beauty a mistress to the world
But in each soul I find delight
Unlike any illuminated by contrast
Feeding them drugs but not hugs
Giving them words empty of reason
Waiting for the next empty case
Lost and troubled by love and lust
Are we letting them exist
In the circular patterns of destruction
Is there truth behind rehabilitation
As another man slips into chaos
No more, no more I won’t let you go
Will you joyous souls stand with me?”

Teaching and learning of self
Sorrow plagues my mind saying
Lonely you are as worthy you are not
Once the blade gave comfort
Until the sword I learned to wield
Battling not the world but self
Anguish today watching joy take arms
Double edged sword halting mania
Replacing the balance of childhood
A boy lost into the world yet at peace
Hearing gentle winds whisper
The cry of hawks as they soared above
Chirps of pronghorn out of sight
Natures orchestra I danced and observed
Difference become one of beauty
Each its verse sharing a story
One of hope, one of accomplishment,
And the other of protection

My chorus and praise be that of these
Tomorrow comes unknown
A friend may parish or a brother found
Mystery means not defeat in reveal
No they may leave you on empty streets
But hear the wind, the rain, the earth
Sing aloud of destiny and truth
Alone and afraid she may be for years
A man without work losing his belongings
Nice guys finishing last gaining friends
I once lost all, fearing my own life
Drowned in alcohol and drugs hiding
Abusing all I could see praying to die
Hell was home and heaven a dream
Passionate only of others uplifting

Woke one day to my sisters tears
Daddy she spoke “I love you
Where have you been
Soon you’ll be gone and I alone”
Upside down now the world became
Inspiration came in those words
She spoke of my move but I heard death
So I say to you barely holding on
“I love you and wish to steal your pain
Hold tight and I shall carry you to light
Although never acquainted I feel your pain
Through the echoes of familiarity
We can fight tomorrow’s sorrow together
If your sword stuck within the earth
Fear not the battle as I bow dear royalty
And present to you my arms, shield and sword
Proudly fighting for you life in hope
Rainbows come after the storms has past
If darkness fills the day I shall remain
Holding tight your life reassuring love
Till the sunrise and sunset become one
A stunning presentation upon the sky
Much like that I find in your heart.”

Watch, Listen, Learn

Those of wisdom move through levels of life with each moment

Never once speaking of lower feelings of despair and rage

For they find themselves in ponder looking through destruction

Building knowledge working through the grief so when another

Slips from their holds spiraling toward the earth

A rope round may catch them before they can taste the dirt

My soul oh my soul level out your emotion let go the deceit

Hold back the memory and dreams aspire new feelings

Drown not hope, meaning and sincerity with logic

Moments come without manuals or texts so become aware

Of triggers taking you back into a vessel sinking and

Look to the sky hear the wind cry out opportunity

Be not carried down stream without guide seeking destiny

Become aware of tendencies of life navigating your joy

So as that day comes and mountains lay before you

Success or failure waiting experience may be your strength