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ChangeIs it better to let the world change you
Or better to change for the world
And to change the world
What of this
LullabyChaos leads to certain misery
Structure leaves you with a soulless body
You can entertain the thought of balance
And wish yourself good luck
Well good luck
I hear a new valley call to me
But I can't know where from
Until I cross this mountain
And enter the sirens mouth
Be kind to me lullaby
Of a life so short
But precious and absolute
FlashIn a flash, the violent sudden clasp of thunder, years disintegrate underneath my feet.
A blue glow fades, once warm and comforting, exposing reality and all its weight on my bones.
As they crush down and wear away at my aging joints, While my guitar arm swings and grows heavier with time.
And old memories, phantoms that clasp at my face
Cold rattles my bones as their fingers pass through my soul
Because the past is no longer real
it is gone
And you with it
When time stands stillWhen time stands still
and it does when you are away
when the beautiful grace of your face and presence
is no longer here
that i am no longer
Soul Mates Eternal RockWhen the woods call for divine introspection within oneself
You had better heed the warning call to spirit work
Without the need of motivation from any other
Soul mates can be damaged and torn apart
and it will all be over before the fall of night
will forever be associated with the fall of a love so true
truths in nature will seem preposterous
even if you did start to dream again
and rose with eyes finally re awoken
it will be to late to bring back your soul
to the love that did not want you to give her the world
to the love that just wanted to live in a world that already existed
when soul mates met destiny and collided
the beginning of a universe with a name not unlike love
that inspired children to become men and woman poets
and forget to think about insecurities of lacking experience in poetry
love does what it does
after that it is in your hands
then it only matters what we do with love
hear my warning
so that I might spare you the pain
don't ever be weak because you have always
Give LoveI still fear everything
caught in the seams
still fear everything life has to bring
that death's just a dream
that I'm a lost child
when it's been
so very long
and I still haven't come
to a place where I am
at peace with all around
all that surrounds
so, so very long
and still so wrong
so lost after all of time
instilled in fear
If love is the light
then why does life go on
so vacant and troubling
starved at the mouth
If love is right
then why does life go on
completely devoid of
stopped at the heart
and a child
without love you aren't one
without love you are none
If you give love
then you will become
the cause and the one
mirror of the sun
when you give love
of Onewith the flight of a deviled beast
i dove shoulder driven into beautiful fields of tulip
it would be a disastrous affair if you were not to have been there
and the spells that you put on
all the lucky things that you touch and unto me
bringing the jealousy in others to boil with warmth of our happiness
at the breath of such idealized incantations
from you to the heart of us won't go unscoffed
by the few critical trying to raze our garden with hysterics passe
and the scent that you leave
on the the things that you brush
against content shoulders, blessed bedding, all while lovely and flush
in fields of bloom i rest where i be
best with my tulip though turn will she
and I'll hold on to no thing or regret as my beloved will wilt with time
just love as it grows
and life as it will go
and i with it to the soil
into the soft
all the while with love
as it can only be
Modality-october 5 12 honesty in poetry-
-i can not even read this one-
-i didn't realize how it could-
-be applied to all i didn't-
-see about myself into what-
-happened to me-
the adverse happenings that I may or may not conceive
I still give birth to
while being partial and impartial to the one I love
contradicting the benevolence that I proclaim for her
Oh how I wish
I would no longer suffer
the pangs of a modal metaphoric winter any longer
inside of a heavy and heaving frost bitten mind
it turns too loosely
at any whim or
any single adverse thought
and i draw it
to a qualm
with every thought
i loose it
i loose you
does this mean that I forfeit love?
do I forfeit my love?
by a default through faulty action?
please tell me
say it could never be so
that it's all modality
just passionate moods swung
to a situation I didn't sow
and for the matter could never control
much like myself now
...Tension, is building between
our bones; cracking
these boundaries that bind
[lets not get lost in the moment
In TimeI wait:
underneath my thoughts,
through its riverbeds.
tears fall into dry banks
memories fill them.
Our Wayward Starsguide the specimen
through the maze
and through the rain
rinsing our clothes
like they're still on fire
and somewhere, well
they probably are
and you pray
like tomorrow itself
is the fuel
that empties our dark places
like what lives there
goes away at dawn
but it doesn't
and i pray
like tonight itself
is the dark
that fuels our light
like what lives in each
feeds the ugly other
and it might
but, we're all prey
and the dream itself
is the place where
our chemical flames
hit the surface
flailing as we sink
in panicked clothes
from a distance
we must look like
lost, accepting the
drowning slow burn
of our descent
we look like what we are
Love's FearHe holds her,
maybe he is ready
to talk about love.
He takes a breath.
She takes a breath.
She is not ready for love,
her heart is cold;
left from a frozen wasteland of a childhood,
she can not receive his love.
He takes another breath,
maybe its not the right time,
He noticed she was upset,
the scars on her arms left a trail
to her heart.
He is unsure.
She is unsure.
Maybe love is possible,
a hug can go a long way in life
thawing ones insides.
Chewing the half moons of his fingers.
Chewing the half ways of her fingers.
He sighs, ready to take the big step,
lightly taps her on the shoulder;
he is now ready he thinks.
He opens his mouth to speak.
She opens her mouth to speak.
I bet she smells of laurel and pineI've made a career of
standing on the back porch -
calling your name into
the wide-open ears of
You step from the house
to beckon me inside
but I swear a piece of you
is missing; escaped
into wilder arms years ago.
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I wear the dream snare like a chain.
The willow hoop filled with spider thread,
sway loose as the aves feathers
and the spun yarn traps the fallen.
I tread subconsciousness
like salmon swim
in the falls of Williamette.
And watch the net
take hold of chimera,
a phantasm of phenomena
as I greet the cousin of death
with a firm shake of the hand
and respectful grin.
But wisps of spirits tempestuous
reverberate throughout the lace,
as the new day slowly begins to take shape.
Light returns to Earth as my eyes open.
Conceptions' theories last so long
before absoluteness' presence grabs hold.
I'd rather immerse myself in abstractions.
Big BadI wanted to conquer the whole world, but
all I got was a dark room
and a fistful of dimes.
I remember being sixteen, an
American Spirit burning near my lips,
head out the passenger window
as we sped on like triumph...
You can laugh at the stars
for being so far
away, and it won't cost you
You can blow ash on the grass
and burn holes in the sole
of your shoes,
and it won't cost you
anything but time.
It was those nights
with the cigarettes
and the stars, there was
no promise in it,
no hope either. A big joke
we can all point at, we can
tilt the bottle and laugh.
The yellow half moon
half smiled with us.
The sun those nights
held its head with us.
Life without promise,
one big bad joke
and we were
the god damn punchline.
SeasonI'm lost and out of fashion
Out of season too
I was busy waiting for autumn
And by spring I was still wearing blue
Now i sit here in the corner
Examine nuances I used to ignore
On a Ship thats only commissioned to sail
During into darkness of Great War
with time the river smooths all the rough and frees
Away the jagged edge of tragedy
alone we traverse fields of the unknown
in this unsound world
With unsung heroes
And heroes that no longer sing
Despite the sun that lights the way
I know the snow hastily approaches and
these lively plains won't last
The damage from the quakes of great pain
Aging reflections unseen
This mirror shows the container of a soul
afraid to grow into their dreams
One great storm leads to seasons
Of great peace and natures green
Still how can anyone live life like this
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