fragile

..fragile as a flower blown in the wind
hold your head high
hold your head high
reach for a single touch
with a glance from your eye
sweet embrace forever left on mind
my solace dream
my blue eyed miracle
you are my divine
a star shining bright in the sky
guiding my way to you.
hold your head high
hold your head high
I’m always right here
to be what you ask of me
to laugh at your jokes
to embrace when sad
to give you hope
to find answers when I can
hold your head high
hold your head high
embrace and say I love you
as both of us do
these are my words
for you.


March 24/99

Prairie Snow

Prairie Snow

I recall those deep footsteps
in the prairie snow.
To where they shall lead I
dare not know?
The day is filled with blinding
whiteness all around.
The nights are cold and silent,
with not a creature around.
Whispers upon a dream tell
their riddle of flashing images.
I recall those deep footsteps
in the prairie snow
to where they shall lead
I dare not go.
I stare out my window
watching snowflakes hover
then fall, covering those
traces of places where
people once strolled.
But now are silent and
cold.
Listen - Can you hear
the wind blow. . .

Nov 7/96

My name is nobody

My name is nobody.
Just another shell
wondering around
the street's, passing
other shells.
The motion is constant.
Never stopping.
Not even for a moment.
Forward and onward.
In motion.
Only in the mind can we
truly look back.
Embracing a feeling that had some meaning,
but is struggled to remember why sometimes.
Reality come's rushing towards you, forcing the memories away.
Making now important somehow.
But then you re-enter
another world between
that where you fill
your mind with
endless questions.
Asking others shell's for
answer's, but ended with
more questions.
Keeping the motion going.
Yet still you remain
nobody in an ocean of
shells.


March23/04

Thought

I want to share with you
my thoughts.
Something you can feel.
A idea of what’s been circling
around my head.
the lights, the sounds, everything
going by in flash of brilliance and madness.
Funny how a feeling can drive you crazy.
I could think for as long as I can and still I can't wrap my brain around you.
the mere thought of you and nothing is done.
time is a phantom that haunts our every move.

Awake To Dream

Every lost soul and tragic.
Infinite pain of self loath.
Anger and never sure why?
Lost in the wilderness
at large.
Never sure what to trust.
Governmental madmen or
celebrity god’s wannabee's.
Pick up your bag's and
wonder the super highway's
that takes you everywhere
and nowhere.
Finding no real answer
suitable enough to satisfy
your need of just knowing.
Home becoming an unfamiliar
word that haunt's your
dreams.
Yet what can one make of it all?
Screaming media trying
to feed the machine.
Control, control I hear in
the screams.
When all you really want
to do is feel free.
But what is free?
Staring up at the stars only
to have the Universe
stare back wondering the
same things?
Perhaps everyone will awake?
Awake to dream. . .

Road To Awe

The moment you know your going to die is a bit mind shattering. Sometimes its hard to get your mind around. I don't know, things are starting to finally change. I mean lots of things that were going wrong now seem to be going right again. How does one explain it. There are so many factors that haven't even been addressed. My feelings of being wanted to be loved are fading away. Right now I'm being smothered to death by it. I can't even express my dissatisfaction with the whole idea of it. I know I'd had hoped for such a devotion but I didn't expect this. what does one make of such things. How does one get through the day? This is the mystery I face everyday. The uncertainty of how you feel or how your supposed to feel about things? This escapes me now. I'm uncertain if this is the right course of action but we shall see.

Clutching and clawing

Clutching and clawing
my way through those
memories of a time
that I thought was lost.
Every inch fought hard for,
every savored image,
a wound that goes to a core.
Closer and closer you get
to the finish and understand
what was going on,
it slips away back to the forgotten
place of dreams.

April5/04

Stepped out into the night

Stepped out into the night
catching the starlight and dream's watching the northern light's dance across the sky for me.

Fueling my imagination to things I can only see inside this head.
Rambling out, twitching, and then trapped by an image which your minds eye cannot escape from.


March 12/04

ICOR 13:4

A Friend of mine gave this too me in one of my books.
I thought it was a beautiful piece of work.
it is.





Love is patient.
Love is kind.
It does not envey,
it does not boast,
it is not proud,
it is not rude,
it is not self seeking,
it is not easily angered,
it keeps no records of wrong.
Love does not delight in evil,
but rejoyces with the truth.
It always protects,
always trusts,
always hopes,
always perseveres.
Love never fails. . .

ICOR 13:4
Love

Life is but a walking shadow

Life is but a walking shadow
that romes the empty streets
of your life.
No sun filled sky or young
heart could ever replace
that which I have grown to
love with more of my heart,
and every ounce of my being.
Some would say that is something grand.
Yet no shelter from the cold
or rain could warm this sullen
spirit.
Sad, damaged, angry, any of these words could be used to
describe how I wish things
weren't so.
But someday it will all just be a
faded memory that I won't remember when I'm old. . .


Sept. 19/91

Every lost soul and tragedy

Every lost soul and tragic.
Infinite pain of self loath.
Anger and never sure why?
Lost in the wilderness
at large.
Never sure what to trust.
Governmental madmen or
celebrity god’s wannabee's.
Pick up your bag's and
wonder the super highway's
that takes you everywhere
and nowhere.
Finding no real answer
suitable enough to satisfy
your need of just knowing.
Home becoming an unfamiliar
word that haunt's your
dreams.
Yet what can one make of it all?
Screaming media trying
to feed the machine.
Control, control I hear in
the screams.
When all you really want
to do is feel free.
But what is free?
Staring up at the stars only
to have the Universe
stare back wondering the
same things?
Perhaps everyone will awake?
Awake to dream. . .


June 2/97

Dance For Me

Dance for me.
Wait for the moment to compelle
you.
let the music ride into your soul.
let it breathe life into you like fire.
touch it.
hold it.
want it.
your eyes express your deep wanting that you have for it.
it takes you away to one of the best places anyone can be.
reaching further than the horizon,
further than the stars in Universe at large.
place yourself in the idea.
when I think about it,
just smile and remember,
to dance for me like the dream
that never ends. . .


Sept. 23/1996

Am I Awake?

Am I awake?
Is this all a dream?
The things running around inside
my head.
Making me want to scream.
Where is reality?
Is it a story told to those who
can't dream?
Where is my mind taking me?
Lost on some journey in a world
so strange.
Rambling nothing out
but incomprehensible things.
Where are you going?
Where is this place?
Still not sure if I'm awake.
I stand there above myself
while I sleep,
then reaching down to shake
myself awake.
As things come undone and
who I thought was me
were nothing but shadow
and light playing tricks
on me.
Awake! Awake!
Trying to make everything go
away.
I realize myself running
in the streets.
This cannot be?
I am awake.


March31/04

A voice on anything

A voice on anything
is truly rare, and
is rarely heard, even
in the perfect world.
As some would
believe . . .


Aug23/01

Riding On The Train's

Sitting staring out the window
With people going by in such a rush, while my own thought's wonder back home.
I start to think of my actions before I left.
How much a fool can I be?
As I sit here staring out the window, and every once and while writing a few words down. I am confronted but this blue eyed, blond, with the soft china doll like skin.
She asked if it was all right that she sat at the table. Me being the unprepared person fumbled out "unnn yeah sure" she smiled and thanked me for my jenouris hospitality.
As the moment passed I realized that there were a few open tables by the window, but I tried to not to read too much into it.
She pulled out from this large backpack some pens and pencils along with this sort of art sketch pad.
I look at her and she clumsy smiles at me.
After five or ten minutes of her getting settled in she thanked me again. I told her it was no problem and smiled back at her. She introduced herself as Paula. and I told her who I am. She smiled almost pleased that I was so friendly. She asked if I came here very often and for the past week or so its been where I've been hanging out, getting some of my writing done. I told her I was in town only for another two and a half weeks and that I was in town for training.
She nodded her head listening with interest.
I felt like I was being rude so I started to ask her some questions? You know the type. Standard first meeting a stranger questions.