South 903

A long drive on south 903
And on my way I saw a gathering of trees
United by place and by apparent intent
My choice to observe was time well spent
Through tangle I saw times past and gone
Contrasted with suburbia’s empty lawn
Old houses decrepit, and some remain
But the gathering of trees was all the same
Shielding the past with purposeful stance
These trees did not come here by chance

The farmers would plant around their homes
Intent as the trees would become
And hope to see their labor’s reward
For they thought this life would go on, and on...
The families remained but were soon unbound
A world building and expanding around them
Poverty, Corruption, Isolation, the causes unknown
But soon the families would leave their homes

So a gathering of trees, I know why they’re here
While others will pass giving the least of thought
As a tribal gathering remains, to them
Obvious but unnoticeable, as a field hand
And I tell you this now to show the righteous intent
To protect the innocence of their enclosure’s past stories
For the stories within branch as its protectors do
They twist and wind
And so the least the gathering can do
Is protect its kind

Lost

What am I doing here?
Nothing seems clear
No, clarity is for those sound of mind
Those who don’t question and wonder
Why does life seem so lacking?

Just last night a friend I didn’t know
Maybe more of a friend
Built a flying machine like a bicycle
And even though it took a couple attempts
It did take off, even though it couldn’t glide well
I told my friend that so he could fix it

And just the night before I met a girl
A great big open field of green with sun abundant
I saw her there and we sat in a desk
And I felt lust and love all at once for the first time
Even though I had girlfriends before
And to think I had only been looking for my coat

And just this night I saw a fantastic film
Where a person’s soul walked beside them
In an animal form
And then there was dust, and universes parallel
And a device that would tell you the truth of everything
Everything around you
And to think the little girl was living more of a life
Than myself

So I ask again, what am I doing here?
Everything here is so real I feel like fantasy
But I am trapped, much like the souls in our bodies
So what to do? I don’t know
Lost to the point I can’t even finish my narrative

The Failure of Love

Over time there's growth of vines
Some grow empty, some intertwine
They grow tight through the sunshine
And remain so through the rains

As I watch I'm jealous of their beauty
Their intricate, boundless continuity
Passively, it's all gotten through to me
But I find it's difficult to intertwine

And then there is the burning sun
A reflection as a mirror of passion undone
Some vines grow weak and wither as one
Some will remain as if they've been slain

And then there is the will of nature
Who will sometimes decline to nurture
The vines will loosen with reason unknown
But my experience has shown
As if it was planned but executed wrongly
The trees that were choked and alone lived strongly
Their life was taken and they died anyway
And their hollowed remains still stay

The life that depends on the trees
Will soon fall to its weakened knees
And be swept away only by a breeze
The forest's life taken, to its foundation shaken
I was in a forest, on a tree, I was a vine
And I had begun to intertwine
I had grown tight, taking in the sunshine
And the rains were not my bane
But as the will of nature takes precedence
The vines, and I, would fall with little hesitance
And the forest remains an unfinished cadence
But it was not the sun, it was the failure of one

White Dove

A lament so potent, a scorn so strong
One cannot imagine what had done such wrong
Her heart so fragile, a fracture from only a song
No matter how sad, joyous, or serious it was
Her eyes would appear as shattered glass because
She had wept for so long

Clouds would gather and rain in all the places
And she would hide in the weather, regardless of the faces
Who wept for her, with her, feelings fragile as laces
And they called for the sun to pierce the clouds with light
But the light would only intrude so slight
As the rain, still, slowly erases

A lost Love, weep for me, darling, a lost Love
Thought to be as peaceful as the white dove
Who brought a branch of life to those in need
I stand alone in this place with rains that flood
And I shall soon cover this hell with my blood
Before I let these chaotic waters recede

Waves, crash before me! Waters take my breath away!
Lightning, strike me! I will forever stay
Let the waves sting my eyes for I don't want to see
Let the waters drown me for my Love ceases to be
Let the lightning bring my death, as my last decree
For my Heart commands me no more

But a last soul shown through the storm
Taking a bright, kind, and loving form
It commanded the waves to cease
The lightning to stop, the water to decrease
Until on a rickety boat lay a fading girl

The soul voiced proudly Love is Real! Love is Real!
Young girl, too much have you invested, now kneel
Time is young, and storms will come and go
But there are things you must always know
Love is elusive-- always intrusive
Love is kind-- eclipses your mind
Love is empowering-- leaves you cowering
But Above All
Love is Real
And this, no matter how shattered your heart may be
You will always feel

And so I say, thou shalt release upon the world your last dove
For months, for years, for life it will search for Love
And in the time between, though your heart may bleed
The white dove will always bring back what you need

The Smashed Compass and the Sea

Inspired by an unnamed person's perpetual plight

Tomorrow I'd rather die than live to see
You say I exaggerate, that I enjoy the pain
But I'm not sure you know what's been done to me
And as I describe my world to you, I'd rather you refrain
From speaking even if you must dam the river
For I must hurry and you must hear-- my body begins to quiver

It's simple to say that It let me down
But in doing so left me in the sand on the shore
That I was soon buried in, doomed to drown
In the nearby sea of despair that I had never felt before
Save when It set me there months before
And as you know the sea was unusually ordinary
The drowned sailors in their numbers were extraordinary
For I, for certain, was not the only one
To lose course and find myself at one
With an angry sea, harsh and gripping
That left me alone with my thoughts, consciousness slipping

And you are right, my desire was the sea
Purposeful my intent was in smashing my last compass
Until the shards were nothing more than sand
This is the part you fail to understand
I can see why, for my thoughts seem in chaos
Contrary to the fact my thoughts were subdued
I say this because It is a beast with hundreds of arms
Playing me as a puppet, and I believe for Its pleasure
An influence and power beyond normal measure

As I was told, It was a facade
I mention the beast only as external speculation
For what I saw was the legendary mermaid on a rock
Craving my desire for Its own well-being
Of course a mirage of the sea, It left as It came
I searched for time unknown, all the while staring
White-eyed and wanton, to exterminate my mind in the sea
At this point with lack of belief in the world
I smashed my last compass
Hoping to end in the only thing I'd known

I still see It through dreams now and again
Which is why I'm telling you this, my friend
I've smashed my compass, drowned my self
So many things, I can't think of what else

So give me now your hand, even as it trembles
Pay no attention to the object, no matter what it resembles
And meeting my eyes you are now the mermaid on a rock
Meeting my eyes, do not look around; there's no escape, no dock
I will lay in the sea, comforted only because its all I've known
And you will aim and fire, and then leave me alone
For I will sink slowly, drinking all that I can
Until on the ocean bottom, softly I will land
Among the countless sailors who died the same way
Many with holes in their chests, but I don't need to say
Take comfort knowing nothing has changed
I've always been here, that's how It did arrange
Silently I'll lay, suspended, with no conscious mind herein
Dead in the same deep slumber that I've always hidden in

Savior of Nature, Also My Own

Nature prevails when conflicts arise
The leaf must turn toward the sun
However rooted it may be, to show itself
And the leaves around it that it tries
Facing the sun as if it was a savior
And it is

Even as I am not rooted I find myself stationary
And through struggles of placement I am reactionary
Reaction lends itself to action
Which is thrust upon me as if the foundation of stability
Recognizing its instability
Crumbles downward to facilitate my demise
When it does I have no choice but to wait
I wait mindlessly as if I have no other choice

And then nature asks, "Why is the sun my savior?"
As a savior the sun gives no reply, even as its warmth
A carrier of hope and yet a killer of life
Is felt long after it has set
But nature becomes cold after the setting of the savior
As the warmth fades and its presence is forgotten
The leaf is left to turn in circles
Searching for a light that is not there

The night falls and with it my body
The cold created weakens me but stiffens me
Making me stronger against the winds of hell
Only after a nights waiting will I be rewarded with the return
However a passive return I am warm again
Although weaker and at the mercy of the winds of hell

And then nature asks, "Sun, why do you depart?"
As a savior the sun gives no reply, merely acting obediently
To the accusations of setting
The flowers fold as if to concede to their own misunderstanding
As the savior sets and all is still and cold

I lay frozen in the place that I've been rooted by the savior
And as incredulous as my mind has made me
With my faith leeching into the soil and plants nearby
Even as it sets, the sun knows that it will rise again

Clockwork

Time again for a night filled with thoughts
A dark blanket turned white with soundless words
Embroidered upon it with pain
-staking precision
I'm forced to ask myself: why?
No answer. The question is lost amongst the words

My thoughts lit up by a sphere of colored light
Still, nothing makes sense tonight,
Any night; of course it's not right

Too many people.
As I try to figure out where I stand
I stumble, everyone is there, no one takes my hand
Then again you can't expect more
Everyone already holds a hand
Yes, see it there on the dark blanket?

The city is people. The people are trees.
The wind blows through the trees. A whistle, a moan
A longing. The trees want the wind. The trees resist the wind.
The trees take it, they bend.
Day; night. Close; open.
I am the city. I am the trees. I am the wind.
Mark the time and state of being.

No, I feel pain but I am not hurt
I cannot see what plagues me
The world must not exist, it is not here now
Come back?
Uncertainty
The blanket holds no words

On A Hill

Noise pollution, air pollution, pollution of the mind
The run-down cottages on the edge of town
Antiquities of a past life
Scream tranquility
Deafening no one in the city

Except those who live there
There in those cottages on a hill
A mind of color cannot see black and white
Accept those who live there

Storms have minds, and who can blame them?
We did it
And never considered consequence
The storms are mad with lust, with regal authority
In their mind, cleansing the world of the minority

Sanguine, wanton, fault within
The storms have no morals but are without sin
Beyond our understanding, of course
Those at fault cannot hear the past
The future is just as silent to them
For their voices thunder across the land

And the world will fall before us!
Kneeling to our regal authority
A cause we have so moral and righteous
For the progress, for the preservation
Of Society

Paradox of the Hour

An obvious end is lacking
Its manifestation is so logical
But illogical to those who should have known
A paradox of the hour, one could say
That we didn't believe it would happen
But knew it was coming all along
It all makes too much sense

But beyond that some of us knew
And some of us currently live it
This is beside the point however because conversely
We know nothing for knowing everything
A wise assumption is made folly with enough agreement
The truth is made false simply by belief
For the mind makes everything what it is (to us)
It all makes too much sense

Events transpire constantly but only some are remembered
Lengthy but noteworthy
Time seems to be only what we recall
And when and where those events fall
Could possibly end all
But regardless of what happens there will always be
An endless wall
It all makes too much sense

An obvious end is lacking
A paradox of the hour, one could say
Because for some reason, day by day
We all wait for what we expect to say
Knowing we'll be surprised by what is actually
Not surprising in any way
Beyond that some of us know
And some of us used to live with it
A wise assumption can be taken at face value
And the world is just fine
It all makes so little sense

Appearances

The world holds on to one
The other is let go with ease
Appearance deceives no one until time
And only time, as usual becomes the crime
Now, it is too late

The world can grieve
But only a few can grieve deservedly and truly
And leave their body
A projection into dreams from which reality
(an unforgivable truth)
Never comes about
Most of us, however, never make it this far

A dream is more real than any reality
Both of these things will grow congruently
Until one of them, after time, will give grudgingly
Its small but sacred place in the minds tonality
Tone will manifest as the moon does its light
And after any plight
The mind will revert to taking any sight
To be something of a threat
And die as slowly as the great oak grows

All that is left is appearance
What appears to be true is a false lucid dream
We don't control because we aren't ourselves
Ourselves appear to be us but we know better
And yet in this chaos we appear to be fine
As if this illusion of happiness was divine...

And appearance said that all would be well
Until a jagged edge tore the sheet and showed hell
But the world patched the sheet as appearance told
And those of us higher saw appearance's hold
The higher would writhe and weep from the skies
But the rain that would fall would be labeled as lies
And the higher would fall until one was left hanging
On a last bit of truth, whispering "the world is changing"
No one would hear him and alone he would fall
Silently landing, the truth dead with him, among us all

Teller of Thoughts

Part of living is living without
A precious few of us live with
And the rest of us filled with doubt
Can hardly live-- at all
And those of us still living without
Are still living with
It's a matter of seeing we're all the same

Swimming around with your eyes
Letting the chlorine-tainted manifesto
Steal your skies
Of blue, red, orange, and gray
All forms of each and every precious day

And then there is me, the teller of thoughts
A greeter of fearful and self-tearing thoughts
In the morning I recieve, in the evening I decieve
I know what I'm thinking and I can't help but doubt
And yet in the morning I have to believe
Unless I am to relieve myself of my mind
And relive the horrors and joys, every kind--
But a giant can only walk so far
Until he's rounded the world nine times before

All through the night as I stare at the ceiling
Accepting and ignoring every single feeling
I can't help but cry and feel dry as I try
To quit and admit every thought I emit
I listen to myself and shut the voice out
The words are so wise and make me feel stupid
And my stupid words fall on others as wise
It's like I'm wearing some daring disguise
It sits on my face but I feel its my own
Of course I got it from someone on loan

A hopeless man who is filled with hope
A dying man who can't help but live
I am each one, I know that its true
I am without a face, but I am with you

A Concious Passing

Walls enclose me, I am no more
The mind of a genius gives
Selfishly, as a qualifier
And the color fades from the world
Washed away because of the Ego unfurled

The world is raw, scathed, and bright white
Curves transform before eyes wide
Fear translates
Curves become lines and diveristy is no more
And here I am

It seems like a dream but I don't dream in rooms
The air is heavy and darkness looms
But the white consumes
And here I resume
Existence
Completely. Utterly. Silently. Deafeningly. Alone.

The doors, yes, I've seen them before
But not in this room
I've walked through them all and yet
I'm so afraid to do so now, so afraid

It's almost like a dream and everything is
backwards and nothing makes sense but it makes sense
that my mind wanders in such a way and thoughts
continue unabridged and endlessly and they can't stop
they won't stop they will stop but they start again and
the doors are opening and my isolation is open to the world and with
the fear crying through the doors and these white
walls of my life crashing down I find I am

Asleep

The Sky's Street to Nowhere

Life takes me outside today
Not that I want to keep this direction
Anyway I must continue as it's dictated
I feel ready to lose sight
Let the waves of a concrete ocean take me
Where they desire, I cannot conspire

The sky makes its presence known as the sun sets
The clouds light up as if to mirror the city
The one that they see every day
Filled with people who would pay no attention
To a sky filled with more than they'll ever have

I take notice of the sky
Smaller clouds breeze by
As I stare at one with form like a street
My body is too heavy so my mind wanders to meet
Like lucid dreams I control where it goes
Gliding on the sky's street to nowhere
Exactly where I wanted to go then
And of course this time I'll get there

A voice ends my dream in smoke
And on it I can't help but choke
To think that here is where I awoke
It seems all my dreams go up in smoke

End Message

Running away and running to some
Always after a night with these things
You must never forget who you are
Don't let it die too soon, let it be given

After all the sun is shining on some
Why don't we all just shine onto things
Except we can never forget who we are
If only life were as easy as being taken

Lately I've been sitting, watching the most
The night is day and with what it's full of
I can't help but wonder, why is it that the
Night is what we hide from all the time

Clearly some of us were misled by "it's"
Nothing is, it's what your eyes have given
Start at the bottom, be on your way to
You won't get far you can't change others

Welcome, because its all beyond me and
For better and for worse, things are taken
Trapped in nine walls, you're stuck where you're from
It's not in your head, everyone else gets far, not you

Message at the end, message at the end
Message at the end of lines on a page

Tangerine

This is right, wrong, sleeping and dreaming
Unable to fathom is disability on the part of others (and you)
Everything is alright on your soul save a tangled strand
Strands that dictate a moving passage of light trails and dark trials
And how they are so this way (and you)

Love, sweet tangible tangerine
Tang, trials, time is tantalizing
Tangerines are love
I am a tangerine
Love is me and you are the tangerine and you are love

Action is fatal for life and vital for death
Do not move faster than the wind blows your mind
Action is vital for life and fatal for death
Chaos is reality with known variables

Rain is warm
It melts exteriors that are cold
Cold is melted by warm, it only makes sense
Words are meaningful and words are not meaningful
Empty words have no meaning
But they are words so maybe they have meaning

Trees have memories in their rings
Trees live and breathe and drink
They absorb and grow
Why can't people be like trees, I like trees

Eyes make lines to their target
Like a red laser
It is very hot and I feel it
If I look into the eyes I will feel them burning mine
But I can still feel it on the back of my neck
I can't tell a difference

She does not know her own mind
She's taken no time to unwind
Peel off the tangerine it's rind
She is behind
My schedule
He does not know his life does not equal mine:

Tangerines take time to target with lasers
And red lasers burn with life
The tangerine is burning away
The rain has already melted its cold exterior
The tree tried to save me but actions are vital to death (although action grew the tangerine)
A trail of light marked the tangerine path
These strands I understood and how;
And now dark trials have absorbed them (although action grew the tangerine)

Sleeping and dreaming are foils
Sleep feels good and dreams hurt sometimes
Sleeping becomes dreaming after a long time
It's like they rhyme
Poems, I know them
Yes they come from dreams
Sleeping and poems are foils even though I write at night

I, A Layer of Roads Away

Hello sir, would you please explain to me
I'm new to this country, you see
And I want to know why I feel so lonely
In a city so big I feel lack of privacy

I explained to him this place is stagnant
The times have changed but the people haven't
And I guess that's just the way they'll have it
So long as they aren't the ones who have to save it

A change in countenance came over him
Echoed by the silence of the city taking a breath
Trying to recall the reason for its existence
And then a look of resistance

No, no he said you've got it all wrong
These people react to change like a bang of a gong
Ever person here feels like they belong
I just have to wait for mine, it won't be long

Wait he did for seventeen years
Each day went by like he was counting his fears
I could feel his pain from seventeen feet away
Why did he choose here to arrive and stay?

I left him in the city like the others until it picked him up
A systematic replacement of parts
A life not wanted until he stayed too long

Such is a fate of so many a restless soul
Why couldn't they see the road I paved for them?

Floating Islands

A single light in a room of emptiness and color
Illuminates my mind behind curtains of mystery
Words flow out and gather on the page in my hand
Life unfolds in front of me like a book of history

My mind is cleansed by the scent of soap
It infuses me with great impression
Giving past knowledge that I cannot know
I can't remember, I can't remember
Do I want to remember...

Oceans swallow me with ease
A threat of drowning if I don't look in front of me
Opening my eyes the sensation is overwhelming
Currents flow
Under, over, around, beyond
My eyes sting but I cannot close them
I am in desperation

Hanging on the fine line between life and death
Here I stand on floating islands
They take me to strange faces
From strange places
But it's where I have always wanted to be
My home is on these floating islands
Because she is here with me
Somewhere

The oceans leave me on a beach
With lungs full of cold memory
Relief is brought by what my eyes see
No doubt from the sting of the oceans
Those blessed oceans that tortured me
She is there, within my reach
I can see her, finally
Her skin so soft, she is so beautiful...

The Blog Is Up!

Well I've been seeing all these blogs and they looked fun so I decided to make one myself. I'll be putting my poetry, lyrics, and various other things. It'd be great if you could comment my poetry and lyrics for some feedback and to tell me what you think!