The crisp bite of air as it leaks through your clothes
Your nose slightly red and drippy
Cool outside temps with muggy warmness in
These are the feelings of autumn
Smoke fires burning apple wood and leaves
Warm bread baking, cinnamon apple spice and hot cocoa
Rain, earth tilled soil
These are the smells of autumn
Hot cocoa and warmed apple cider
Butternut squash turned into soup
Sweet candy delights and sugary breath
Oh the tastes of autumn
Hi hazy clouds moving in the breeze
The angle of light the paleness of the shine
Long extended shadows by the sun low in the sky
The color of leaves and the exiting green of mountains
All bring forth the subtle changes of a visual autumn
Friday, October 30, 2009
Yes I Love the Girl
Yes I love the girl
Cause she knows who I am
Even when she's far away
She always takes a stand
Yes I love the girl
Cause I know who she is
Even when I'm far away
I still feel her kiss
And your just with some guy
And I'm just with some girl
Even though we're not together
We fill each others world
And we will always stay
As constant as the stars
Like islands in the stream
Our thoughts are never far
And we will never doubt
What these feelings are all about
And someday when the stars align
Our hearts may beat as one
And we will take to sailing to our islands in the stream
Cause she knows who I am
Even when she's far away
She always takes a stand
Yes I love the girl
Cause I know who she is
Even when I'm far away
I still feel her kiss
And your just with some guy
And I'm just with some girl
Even though we're not together
We fill each others world
And we will always stay
As constant as the stars
Like islands in the stream
Our thoughts are never far
And we will never doubt
What these feelings are all about
And someday when the stars align
Our hearts may beat as one
And we will take to sailing to our islands in the stream
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Free from Boxes
I cannot fit into a box
Nor a cage like a pet
The person I am needs freedom
And open space around
No chains of commitment
Can persuade my trust
Like a Barbie in a cage
Swinging from her trapeze
A diorama of our relationship
Displayed inertly in situ
A stripped uniform
With significant numbering
Shadows of vertical lines
Lining the stairs of my forehead
A chalk outline of where I once laid
Yellow tape around the scene
Famed photographs framing me
Defaming me unchanging me
Last time I saw your face
It was in a photograph
Last time I saw your heart
It was flying high
No habitat keeps loves wild heart safely displayed
For anyone to enjoy it, it must be experienced
If a static show is what is desired
Why fool about with acceptance
If what is desired is only two dimensional
Take a picture, it will last longer
Nor a cage like a pet
The person I am needs freedom
And open space around
No chains of commitment
Can persuade my trust
Like a Barbie in a cage
Swinging from her trapeze
A diorama of our relationship
Displayed inertly in situ
A stripped uniform
With significant numbering
Shadows of vertical lines
Lining the stairs of my forehead
A chalk outline of where I once laid
Yellow tape around the scene
Famed photographs framing me
Defaming me unchanging me
Last time I saw your face
It was in a photograph
Last time I saw your heart
It was flying high
No habitat keeps loves wild heart safely displayed
For anyone to enjoy it, it must be experienced
If a static show is what is desired
Why fool about with acceptance
If what is desired is only two dimensional
Take a picture, it will last longer
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
Drive on the Drink Home
Drive on the drink home?
No, not a slip of the tongue
More like truth in the stating
Of what really is going on
Have a little dinner with your wine?
Whoops, did I miss-speak again?
No, I think you really stated
What truly is on your mind
Would you like an appetizer before starting your cocktail?
Damn, there I go again
Where is my mind today?
Am I obsessing again!?
How about a headache to go with your aspirin?
Or maybe some vomit to accompany your hangover?
Oh, I know! A reason to go with your excuse
For your overindulgence of booze
One two three, someone take care of me
Four five six, a pitiful request
Seven eight nine, an example that is prime
Ten eleven twelve, an eternity in hell
No, not a slip of the tongue
More like truth in the stating
Of what really is going on
Have a little dinner with your wine?
Whoops, did I miss-speak again?
No, I think you really stated
What truly is on your mind
Would you like an appetizer before starting your cocktail?
Damn, there I go again
Where is my mind today?
Am I obsessing again!?
How about a headache to go with your aspirin?
Or maybe some vomit to accompany your hangover?
Oh, I know! A reason to go with your excuse
For your overindulgence of booze
One two three, someone take care of me
Four five six, a pitiful request
Seven eight nine, an example that is prime
Ten eleven twelve, an eternity in hell
Self Worth
Did you know your self worth dictates your life?
Tell me, have you ever heard the words of denial
Don’t you think you deserve what you desire?
Are you getting eager to live life in style
Define all your needs and make them permanent
And once you are sure, sure what you need and sure what to leave out
Accept nothing less than the least on your list
And ready yourself to receive what you wish
For within comes the beauty of a well toned soul
That has muscle for keeping your mind whole
What used to break you down and turn you to dust
Has no power over you and in yourself you trust
Forget that the past over you held reign
And never could you run from it or its nectar of pain
Where you once lived into the future and feared what didn't exist
You now live in the present and those fears have been dismissed
For your happiness comes from up and within
Nothing can nourish your self worth when it's others you lend
The control of your possession of reliance on self
To those who do are doomed to a hell
For people will fail you as they often fail themselves
And nouns, people - places - things - don't make up your self worth
For it comes from deep within sprouting through the soil that your heart lives in
Reaching towards the surface you find yourself as you find your own best friend
Tell me, have you ever heard the words of denial
Don’t you think you deserve what you desire?
Are you getting eager to live life in style
Define all your needs and make them permanent
And once you are sure, sure what you need and sure what to leave out
Accept nothing less than the least on your list
And ready yourself to receive what you wish
For within comes the beauty of a well toned soul
That has muscle for keeping your mind whole
What used to break you down and turn you to dust
Has no power over you and in yourself you trust
Forget that the past over you held reign
And never could you run from it or its nectar of pain
Where you once lived into the future and feared what didn't exist
You now live in the present and those fears have been dismissed
For your happiness comes from up and within
Nothing can nourish your self worth when it's others you lend
The control of your possession of reliance on self
To those who do are doomed to a hell
For people will fail you as they often fail themselves
And nouns, people - places - things - don't make up your self worth
For it comes from deep within sprouting through the soil that your heart lives in
Reaching towards the surface you find yourself as you find your own best friend
Monday, October 19, 2009
Mending Bridges
Mending bridges that I've burned
Trying somehow to discern
The aching lonely pain
Wanting to be washed in rain
Putting solutions into place
Trying not to act in haste
While putting problems to rest
Wanting only to do my best
Writing poetry on the wall
Discussing life before the fall
Wanting to pass this important test
Having all my sins confessed
Climbing mountains in front of me
At the top I look down on the valley
Looking in the distant sun
Of other mountains yet to come
As I act on all I've learned
And cross over bridges burned
I am quite happy to report
I didn't cut my life too short
Trying somehow to discern
The aching lonely pain
Wanting to be washed in rain
Putting solutions into place
Trying not to act in haste
While putting problems to rest
Wanting only to do my best
Writing poetry on the wall
Discussing life before the fall
Wanting to pass this important test
Having all my sins confessed
Climbing mountains in front of me
At the top I look down on the valley
Looking in the distant sun
Of other mountains yet to come
As I act on all I've learned
And cross over bridges burned
I am quite happy to report
I didn't cut my life too short
Patience
TEDCast Patience
Patience, why I am waiting for your validation?
Why should I care for your approval?
Patience, other factors I'm uncomfortable to say
I'm just infatuated with your hair
Anger, is this too much of a demand?
Anger, goddammit! I said I'm sorry
And I've made the changes, wait and see
Can't you wait and see?
Pity, here I am again
Pity, I'll stick my head in the sand
Pity, why the hell don't people love me?
Oh, I see. I must love myself for it to be
Acceptance, finally found that peace of mind
Acceptance, I'm in a place that sunshine fills
Acceptance, the beauty and humility
Inseminates and gives birth to love
Patience, why I am waiting for your validation?
Why should I care for your approval?
Patience, other factors I'm uncomfortable to say
I'm just infatuated with your hair
Anger, is this too much of a demand?
Anger, goddammit! I said I'm sorry
And I've made the changes, wait and see
Can't you wait and see?
Pity, here I am again
Pity, I'll stick my head in the sand
Pity, why the hell don't people love me?
Oh, I see. I must love myself for it to be
Acceptance, finally found that peace of mind
Acceptance, I'm in a place that sunshine fills
Acceptance, the beauty and humility
Inseminates and gives birth to love
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Humility
TEDCast Humility
I'm no better than you
You no better than me
I try to walk the middle road
Of humility
If I think me better
How can I be true
If I live a life of comparison
I'll be compared too
If I think me worse
And don't hold high regard
I may as well end this
And my life I should disregard
But walking down the middle road
And thinking me equal
Slowly my heart grows
And patiently I heal
Humility is not thinking less of myself but thinking of myself less often
I'm no better than you
You no better than me
I try to walk the middle road
Of humility
If I think me better
How can I be true
If I live a life of comparison
I'll be compared too
If I think me worse
And don't hold high regard
I may as well end this
And my life I should disregard
But walking down the middle road
And thinking me equal
Slowly my heart grows
And patiently I heal
Humility is not thinking less of myself but thinking of myself less often
Monday, October 12, 2009
Courage and the Pen
TEDCast Courage and the Pen
Where is my courage
When I have something to write?
Where is my courage
When there is something on my mind?
Where is my courage
To pick up my pen?
When will my courage begin again?
Kicking and screaming across the page
Like a child not wanting to go to bed
Pushing and shoving from scrawls to lines
Begging and pleading for clever rhymes
Courage and the pen go hand in hand
Courage to speak out from hearts inner land
Courage to break an endless drought
Courage to write when full of doubt
Believe in the pen
And listen to your heart
Get out the paper
And write a new start
Push past the demons
Who laugh when they win
And put down your lines
With a courageous pen
Where is my courage
When I have something to write?
Where is my courage
When there is something on my mind?
Where is my courage
To pick up my pen?
When will my courage begin again?
Kicking and screaming across the page
Like a child not wanting to go to bed
Pushing and shoving from scrawls to lines
Begging and pleading for clever rhymes
Courage and the pen go hand in hand
Courage to speak out from hearts inner land
Courage to break an endless drought
Courage to write when full of doubt
Believe in the pen
And listen to your heart
Get out the paper
And write a new start
Push past the demons
Who laugh when they win
And put down your lines
With a courageous pen
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Full of Hope
TEDCast Full of Hope
I am longing for the time
To bring myself into the world
To catch the speed of the wind
To move into a different world
I'm longing to be ready
To feel loves special bite
I'm tired of kicking and fighting
I'm weary of the sight
Of me going through this life
Alone on an empty boat
I'm ready for a new life
I'm getting full of hope
I am longing for the time
To bring myself into the world
To catch the speed of the wind
To move into a different world
I'm longing to be ready
To feel loves special bite
I'm tired of kicking and fighting
I'm weary of the sight
Of me going through this life
Alone on an empty boat
I'm ready for a new life
I'm getting full of hope
Another Island in the Stream
TED Cast Another Island in the Stream
We started out unique nice and slow
Agreeing that friendship was the way to go
This was new for us
But look at where we are now
And today you are so deep in my heart
Every thought of you is like a new start
And these words are clear
This is our new year
Even though we cry
And slip and fall
We hold each other strong
And never denying
That we rely on each other
While relying on ourselves
Sailing on a dream
Visiting new love
Given from above
Such a tender spot
We give to each other
What's growing inside
We live for each other
While living for ourselves
Ah ha!
We started out unique nice and slow
Agreeing that friendship was the way to go
This was new for us
But look at where we are now
And today you are so deep in my heart
Every thought of you is like a new start
And these words are clear
This is our new year
Even though we cry
And slip and fall
We hold each other strong
And never denying
That we rely on each other
While relying on ourselves
Sailing on a dream
Visiting new love
Given from above
Such a tender spot
We give to each other
What's growing inside
We live for each other
While living for ourselves
Ah ha!
Saturday, October 10, 2009
The One You Feed
The one you feed wins
But two will be competing
Only one will get the victory
And have all the food for eating
The two who battle for me
Are always competing
For all my time and attention
And all that I am reaching for
One tries to battle
The other for my life
While I'm stuck in the middle
And crying for alife
A life that is rewarded
By sane sobriety
And full of the riches
Of all eternity
So you two who argue
And try to convince
My actions with words
That rarely are minced
I'll feed the battle wolf
That frees my soul from grief
And end up a winner
Turning over a brand new leaf
But two will be competing
Only one will get the victory
And have all the food for eating
The two who battle for me
Are always competing
For all my time and attention
And all that I am reaching for
One tries to battle
The other for my life
While I'm stuck in the middle
And crying for alife
A life that is rewarded
By sane sobriety
And full of the riches
Of all eternity
So you two who argue
And try to convince
My actions with words
That rarely are minced
I'll feed the battle wolf
That frees my soul from grief
And end up a winner
Turning over a brand new leaf
The Morning Answer
TEDCast The Morning Answer
I'm sitting alone in a hallway
Facing what's in front of me
My eyes are wells of tears
That could water a thousand trees
I'm now walking alone with my thoughts
And leaning too hard on you
Ashamed and impatiently waiting
If what we have is true
Lost at night lying alone
Turning towards the moonlight
Wishing I could go back
And visit you tonight
Letting you have your space
While I'm separated from you
Battling addictions and convictions
If what we have may be true
Lastly as the sun will rise
On tomorrow's dreaded day
One day closer to finding out
If you will walk away
I'm sitting alone in a hallway
Facing what's in front of me
My eyes are wells of tears
That could water a thousand trees
I'm now walking alone with my thoughts
And leaning too hard on you
Ashamed and impatiently waiting
If what we have is true
Lost at night lying alone
Turning towards the moonlight
Wishing I could go back
And visit you tonight
Letting you have your space
While I'm separated from you
Battling addictions and convictions
If what we have may be true
Lastly as the sun will rise
On tomorrow's dreaded day
One day closer to finding out
If you will walk away
Monday, October 5, 2009
Sharpen the Pencil and Dull the Brain (Fire Up the Night)
TEDCast Fire Up the Night
Dry woods, burning like a demon
Dry woods, burning like a witch
Dry wood, all the wood is steaming
Firing up the night
Fueled fire, flaming like a devil
Fueled fire, flaming like a bush
Fueled fire, sponsoring a fable
Firing up the night
Why can’t you hold out, you got to fire up the fight?
Why are you burning morning noon and night?
Faces are fading like a picture tube
Why are you waiting to follow the truth?
Why are we fighting you know how I am
Are you not satisfied?
My ways can not change, do they cause you that much pain
Are you still mystified?
The way of my living is like no one other
My secrets must be whispered
No modern medicine negates the existence
Of my over anxiety
Help, am I falling?
Help, are you wanting?
Help, am I in control?
Hell is for sinners
Hell is for losers
Hell is for lost souls?
Yes, I’m a winner
But not fit for dinner
At societies annual ball
I am a cold stone
I need no one
Only help to build my walls
I hide in a castle
I don’t want a hassle
Just sustenance served for one
My mind, please do not mind
My vision, may not follow suit
But my innovation
Is my own salvation
And I can not follow you
What gives me peace of mind
What makes my self go slow
What it takes for me to break
One way for an easy day
But you have to be ready for the price
Yeah you must be ready for the price … Jesus Christ
What is it that you can not understand
Why can’t you back up to your man
Get up, stand up, make a stand
Right up past the limits of a man
Dry woods, burning like a demon
Dry woods, burning like a witch
Dry wood, all the wood is steaming
Firing up the night
Fueled fire, flaming like a devil
Fueled fire, flaming like a bush
Fueled fire, sponsoring a fable
Firing up the night
Dry woods, burning like a demon
Dry woods, burning like a witch
Dry wood, all the wood is steaming
Firing up the night
Fueled fire, flaming like a devil
Fueled fire, flaming like a bush
Fueled fire, sponsoring a fable
Firing up the night
Why can’t you hold out, you got to fire up the fight?
Why are you burning morning noon and night?
Faces are fading like a picture tube
Why are you waiting to follow the truth?
Why are we fighting you know how I am
Are you not satisfied?
My ways can not change, do they cause you that much pain
Are you still mystified?
The way of my living is like no one other
My secrets must be whispered
No modern medicine negates the existence
Of my over anxiety
Help, am I falling?
Help, are you wanting?
Help, am I in control?
Hell is for sinners
Hell is for losers
Hell is for lost souls?
Yes, I’m a winner
But not fit for dinner
At societies annual ball
I am a cold stone
I need no one
Only help to build my walls
I hide in a castle
I don’t want a hassle
Just sustenance served for one
My mind, please do not mind
My vision, may not follow suit
But my innovation
Is my own salvation
And I can not follow you
What gives me peace of mind
What makes my self go slow
What it takes for me to break
One way for an easy day
But you have to be ready for the price
Yeah you must be ready for the price …
What is it that you can not understand
Why can’t you back up to your man
Get up, stand up, make a stand
Right up past the limits of a man
Dry woods, burning like a demon
Dry woods, burning like a witch
Dry wood, all the wood is steaming
Firing up the night
Fueled fire, flaming like a devil
Fueled fire, flaming like a bush
Fueled fire, sponsoring a fable
Firing up the night
Cold Mountain Melody
TEDCast of Cold Mountain Melody
How can I tell her
My heart can’t deliver
I can’t seem to sacrifice
It’s not the looks
Or how she cooks
For understanding I’d pay any price
A happy girl and her son
Make a life of their own
Doing their best – No sins to confess
Together they battle each storm
A troubled man fights
Not to bring his troubled plight
Into their home scene – Shattering their home scene
Nothing I do just seems right
How long can I wait
How long will she worry
How come I have no courage
To face the judge and jury
No excuse for behavior
That causes duress
No excuse for behavior
That makes you upset
Driving towards the mountain snow
I didn’t think it would turn out like this
Arriving home wet and cold
Angry for nothing but still I’m pissed
How can I tell her
My heart can’t deliver
I can’t seem to sacrifice
It’s not the looks
Or how she cooks
For understanding I’d pay any price
A happy girl and her son
Make a life of their own
Doing their best – No sins to confess
Together they battle each storm
A troubled man fights
Not to bring his troubled plight
Into their home scene – Shattering their home scene
Nothing I do just seems right
How long can I wait
How long will she worry
How come I have no courage
To face the judge and jury
No excuse for behavior
That causes duress
No excuse for behavior
That makes you upset
Driving towards the mountain snow
I didn’t think it would turn out like this
Arriving home wet and cold
Angry for nothing but still I’m pissed
Home Run Hero
Seventy Long Ones
A Race to the Finish
Breaking that Record
Is every boys wish
But not just one man
Is working for the dream
Every player, from pitcher to catcher
From each and every team
Each and every time
They stand at the plate
Complete concentration
Is seen on there face
As the pitcher nods the signal
And winds up is arm
He hopes the batter
Won’t do is ERA harm
As the ball speeds towards the plate
80,90,100 M.P.H.
It’s out of his hands now
Left only to fate
The batter, with only
A split second to react
Positions his body
A swings his bat
Maris’ is ’61
McGwire in ’98
Sosa close behind, but
All of them were great
Sometimes a crack
Sometimes a whiff
Sometime an out
Sometimes a hit
Play Ball!
A Race to the Finish
Breaking that Record
Is every boys wish
But not just one man
Is working for the dream
Every player, from pitcher to catcher
From each and every team
Each and every time
They stand at the plate
Complete concentration
Is seen on there face
As the pitcher nods the signal
And winds up is arm
He hopes the batter
Won’t do is ERA harm
As the ball speeds towards the plate
80,90,100 M.P.H.
It’s out of his hands now
Left only to fate
The batter, with only
A split second to react
Positions his body
A swings his bat
Maris’ is ’61
McGwire in ’98
Sosa close behind, but
All of them were great
Sometimes a crack
Sometimes a whiff
Sometime an out
Sometimes a hit
Play Ball!
A Cold Dinner
It’s a cold hearted woman
That makes coming home in the evening
Happy to see the dog.
It’s a light hearted lover
Who has to take cover
And push it back inside
But I’m the only runner
Who comes running for the supper
That’s served every night
And if you’re the only dinner
Then I’m just a whiner
For something new sometime
That makes coming home in the evening
Happy to see the dog.
It’s a light hearted lover
Who has to take cover
And push it back inside
But I’m the only runner
Who comes running for the supper
That’s served every night
And if you’re the only dinner
Then I’m just a whiner
For something new sometime
Sunday, October 4, 2009
Tears for a Torn Soul
TEDCast of Tears for a Torn Soul
Wet pillow case
Torn soul seam ripped
Happy in the benefit of someone
Empty like the nest of a mother bird
Tears fallen out of smiling eyes
Laugh lines accented by downward pulls
Cups half empty even when full
Measures of time expected long waits
Oh the joys of smiles from outward
As the little ones grow into blossoms
Seeds of love spawn from frigid soil
Toiled and turned by forgiving hands
Place mats set at a table for three
Dust on the shelves where clean fabric laid
Threadbare cloth neglected and shabby
Spring clean time on weary old souls
Material tears and gains of trust mislaid
Grown men broken from expectation belayed
Paths overgrown by weedy neglect
Falls leaves litter the yards of the heart
Wet pillow case
Torn soul seam ripped
Happy in the benefit of someone
Empty like the nest of a mother bird
Tears fallen out of smiling eyes
Laugh lines accented by downward pulls
Cups half empty even when full
Measures of time expected long waits
Oh the joys of smiles from outward
As the little ones grow into blossoms
Seeds of love spawn from frigid soil
Toiled and turned by forgiving hands
Place mats set at a table for three
Dust on the shelves where clean fabric laid
Threadbare cloth neglected and shabby
Spring clean time on weary old souls
Material tears and gains of trust mislaid
Grown men broken from expectation belayed
Paths overgrown by weedy neglect
Falls leaves litter the yards of the heart
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