To talk and feel soundless…
To portray and feel inadequate…
In this world, anger and dislike rise above all…
In your world, animosity rules and loving effort falls short for miles…
The plate remains bare from your ferocious appetite…
Consuming all and gaining nothing…
Be as it may I did not think of you today.. I did not sing or sway I got through the day.
Light shined it’s way even though I expected dismay.
You were a distant voice, a memory on it’s way. I’m thankful that I did not think of you today.
If only I were blind enough to not have seen your eyes.
Only if we were smart enough to avoid hiding behind lies.
Seeing the tall shadows that follow.
Following dark words to stay afloat in waters so shallow.
Send me…….
A life raft to sail with on a morning so narrow.
Life, a raft, sail through this space.
Through a narrowing of your face.
A crevasse so warm and blue.
So blue, this space between me and you.
Freckles and Flowers… I could stare at them for hours… Surely they glow after Spring Showers…
Might be, could they miss me?
Might be, they grow freely?
Freckles and Flowers, I could stare at them for hours.
If words are all I can do, I am not sure of what more there is to lose. For before now, this was nothing more than a muse; and then, there is nothing more to lose.
Vibrations heard from miles away.
Validation strong enough to make one stay.
Simply acknowledged by the words you say.
Understood through the wires through the sounds you relay.
Tones of truth leaving veils of dismay.
Seemingly, half truths are easier to portray.
Between space and sound passions ignite under a perfect disarray, quicker than water laps upon a bay…
Thoughts and hearts left out to flay…
The clock strikes with out delay soon off to slumber, and then on to another day.
Thank you Mom for not beating me as much as you probably wanted to.
Thank you for doing all that you could do.
Thank you for not doing any less and thank you for picking up the pieces to all of my mess.
I could never thank you enough nor will I ever know the full spectrum of your way of being tough.
I know it’s putting it mildly saying I made things rough.
Never could anyone replace your sort of love it is surely only available because you were sent from up above. I love you Mom.
Lying with your ghost keeps lonely at bay; Oh how I long for it through out the day. Too many worlds stand in our way, leaving me ravished for slumber as the sky falls into the gray. Oh Mr. Ghost, please say you will stay. Please hold me as we fall into the fray.
Commodity oddity, none of us are odder than thee…
Forget about your pain, it is all the gain.
You’re nothing but your Name.
Commodities, oddities…
Only darkness births These.
Sins of our past feed the trees…
Commodity Oddity feeds our list,
fill us up, lest we turn to dust. Commodities oddities, unrighteousness is all the seas, your vanity is all that it frees.
