The night I walked on the moon

The night I walked on the moon
Catching stardust in my eyes
Chasing Jupiter across the milky way
Almost to Orion belt I say
See the distant horizons
That is everywhere and nowhere
That is either up or down.
Lost in space so it seems

June 29/11

It's only for the night

I arrive about sunset; I walked up the ascending streets
Pasting the old buildings towards the old square
I became aware of an extraordinary moment
The music filled every sense, every ounce of my being.
It was peaceful in its melodic rhythms.
It took you away in a sea of dancing souls.
Smiling faces strung out on the bliss of song
And dance.
Bare foot in the grass, hands reaching to the sky
Embraced in the hypnotic trance that
Was sought for by many over the long winter months
The release of the summer from its cold slumber
The sun is down; the light show fills in the sky
And everyone danced with multi-colored lights
Embraced for the moment
Only for the night,
This is tonight . . .
 
June 29/11

Where is the man that walked

Where is the man that walked
With head held high and
His soul on his sleeve?
That held no contempt for the
World that he was in or that he
Was escaping from.
Empty is the gas tank that drove him
Here.
Empty is this reason
Forgotten is what he held dear
What is it that I want?
I don't know,
I don't think anyone knows anymore.
I don't know

June 17/11

The place of thought's

The place of thought's

Places without thought
No idea
The words seem to endlessly
Flow from secret place
I cannot discover.
Thousand of ideas
Ramble, mash, and twist
To form this thought
That pac mans around my
Brain
What is it?
The the shadow that is in the
Hand
The empty promise of the moment
And all we are left with is the
World gone mad
The world got lost and stumbled
Into oblivion . . . And the beat plays on. 

June 16/11

Listen to the rain

Going to stop here for a minute
To listen to the rain
I'm hoping it will wash
All away this pain
Something I wasn't told
I wasn't ready to hear
If this is life I don't want it here
Make me something new
Give me something to believe
A future that isn't there
A present that disappears
Stopping more than a moment
Listening to what you say
Finding something that you don't see everyday
Where will this take me
Uncertain is this trek
But I'm going to stop and listen to the rain . . .

June 13/11




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A cornucopia of ideas

A cornucopia of ideas that mash themselves together
To edge themselves a different way of looking at what
Is normally not what it seems.

June 3/11
 

Listen to me Father Confessor

 
Tell me where it hurts
The deep pain that aches the soul
The feeling deep within
The feeling out of control
Listen to the words
So scared and frightened
Like that of a child in a storm
Hiding under the blanket
Silently waiting for that calm to
Disappear
Crash, Boom, Bang!
The calm interrupted.
There is only the sound of water
Beads pressing against the roof,
The walls and the window outside
My room.
Tell me father will it end?

June 02/11