Look through the confusion
Therein lies a solution
Under layers of institution
Await personal revolution
In some contortion
Without coercion
Spirit feels no corruption
Call for celebration
Monday, March 28, 2011
Let me be
Let me be,
searching for the dreams,
no matter what it seems...
Free.
All then can see.
How it is to be me,
no matter what it seems,
let it be...
Free, free.
Roads for the merrily,
roads, a way to flee,
roads that hide the key
to us being free.
With no guarantees
feeling it, instinctively.
Saerching for the possiblitites.
Let me be.
Free.
It's all up to me,
my way to perceive,
my way to be.
Let us be free.
Free.
searching for the dreams,
no matter what it seems...
Free.
All then can see.
How it is to be me,
no matter what it seems,
let it be...
Free, free.
Roads for the merrily,
roads, a way to flee,
roads that hide the key
to us being free.
With no guarantees
feeling it, instinctively.
Saerching for the possiblitites.
Let me be.
Free.
It's all up to me,
my way to perceive,
my way to be.
Let us be free.
Free.
Monday, March 21, 2011
Yellow Truck
Old square truck-
from the forties perhaps.
Wearing a high-gloss,
smiley-face yellow.
Like an evening gown
in old Hollywood.
Flawlessness it wears
as its pearls.
from the forties perhaps.
Wearing a high-gloss,
smiley-face yellow.
Like an evening gown
in old Hollywood.
Flawlessness it wears
as its pearls.
Ghost of me
Me of today
is but a ghost
of the me
for tomorrow
as the ghost of me
today from before
lingers
Today the beating
of my heart
is but a memory
on the drum
If monsters are real
I know them intimately
But the angels
know me too
is but a ghost
of the me
for tomorrow
as the ghost of me
today from before
lingers
Today the beating
of my heart
is but a memory
on the drum
If monsters are real
I know them intimately
But the angels
know me too
Friday, March 18, 2011
me today...
To many I have known,
a piece is carried in heart
or a memory that lives on
These memories have
no more reality than the day
of this living does.
If you knew me
during a year of strength
or a year of weakness,
or a year of transformation.
The me you knew, the me that lives on,
in pieces of minds and
across states
that matter not
to the me that you may know today
with the wounds healing from yesterday.
a piece is carried in heart
or a memory that lives on
These memories have
no more reality than the day
of this living does.
If you knew me
during a year of strength
or a year of weakness,
or a year of transformation.
The me you knew, the me that lives on,
in pieces of minds and
across states
that matter not
to the me that you may know today
with the wounds healing from yesterday.
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