They told me to compose my thoughts.
They told me to stop and take a look
at the world that was swiftly turning right beneath my feet.
A singular pointed melody
that held me in its stand still beat–
like a lucky lightning strike
on a used bed of matches
igniting the fire
that sends ashes
a blaze
through the ashes
Reigniting
the fire
to turn night to day,
but composing lullabies
to sing them to sleep
later on, when into bed they creep–
implanting my seeds
in the back of their minds,
letting the roots take hold
and seep into their dreams–
fairy tales and unicorns
and a horse led to stream.
Can’t make it drink,
but they can wait
for the call
To witness
The beauty
both possess within.
They told me to compose my thoughts,
and look what I do.
I write a whole song and sing it to you.
Would you believe that its true?
Would you believe me,
if I told the God honest truth?
maybe I’m here for you.
Maybe I might just be heaven-sent.
Not looking for sex or revenge.
This isn’t a fight;
so put your arsenal in store
this isn’t a war.
It’s a peace keeping mission;
some well earned gratitude
is all I’m looking for.
For the tree I just planted.
And the lotus seeds,
Bird crumbs for you to follow,
which,I left for you.
You were part of my life.
There’s no escaping the truth.
We both knew:
You have to walk a day in someone else's unshoelaced shoes to have any real clear perceptions of truth.
A ramble. A stream of conscious. A babbling brook.
I told you this is paradise, baby.
Why you searching’ your book?
Fairy tales and mystic spun silk
sheets? Satin if you dare.
Boy watch it.
Beware.
My door is always open
to perception–
to the fountain of youth
I’ve learned to track it with a pen
when the ink runs dry
I learn to fill it again.
Come on by,
The fountain is open to you,
If only you accepted the cue
to enter the stage
of your own creative life,
where the story comes true,
and your no longer an actor
rotting through plot.
Give it meaning. Play the Part.
But never forget
your connection through art.
Find the man– you know you can be
Turn that cameo to a leading role.
Don’t lose identity.
Instead find self.
there’s no rehearsing
your lines
when it comes time
to choose heaven or hell
or admit to your crimes,
or admit that you fell.
Just breathe.
And listen to me.
What in hell are you running from?
Only heaven knows.
I can speed it up…
But I’d rather go slow,
take the time to grow,
turning all them lessons…
into something I know–
Something I can hear.
Like a song played in my ear.
Making music by the scent of your sound,
as your eyes take a rest
and a good look around,
Watching the watery tides of the emotion in your thoughts
Idling,
with a lighted eye,
like a lighthouse searching for something
in the night.
Open up your mind.
Let the bird outta her cage;
let her sing
the message you bring:
“If you lift me up
I’ll fly. I’ll soar.”
I’ll be your angel.
I’ll be your shooting star, sure!
Make a wish on me
and watch it come true.
I’m put together,
and it’s me that’s puzzling you.
Little baby boy
you never were far,
Lived in my thoughts.
Breathed in my dreams.
You tell me how this story ends.
Tell me what you beleive.
You were my partner in crime–
You’re my camera on zoom
while I dance around
beneath the slender moon.
She’s watching us both
Singing for us
through shared time and sky
tune in and she’ll sing just for you,
all the the lies in your truths
unriddle the pain that plagues your heart.
If you listen closely,
you’ll feel her heart.
beating for you,
Bleeding for you,
asking for forgiveness
for the forbidden
fruit
she holds
in a pregnant glare
when her full moon opus
well lit
from her sun.
Stream of consciousness. Babbling Brook.
The mother, baby boy…
The ocean… let her into your heart.
In the safety net of her tide
may she call you back home
through a sonny and cher song.
Hush…
Let her sing,
and may she bring you home
nestled safe inside
an angel’s wing.
May she bring you a home,
and dreams
to see
When later,
from the sound,
you’re fast asleep.
More Than Madness 