Posts Tagged ‘#poem’

I hear the beat when nothing is around.
Can’t help but imitating life’s unusual sound.
I would gladly show anyone what I have found
The tempo changes come from underground.

It’s not a pattern if it doesn’t flow.
Soon watch your feet and hands begin moving from fast to slow.
No way to see it if you don’t already know
But stand still long enough you will feel it grow.

The first thing I learned was how to snap.
Didn’t take me long ‘til I had the knack.
Walkin down the street or wakin’ from a nap,
My life has always been a musical soundtrack.

From the solid ground comes a roar like thunder.
I can never wake from the spell I am under.
Once I can open my eyes they are full of wonder
Let’s escape this world that has been plundered.

From there everything comes into play.
Someone writes a musical out of the things you say.
I would like to think we could leave it for another day
But you and I know it will never go away.

The first thing I learned was how to snap.
Didn’t take me long ‘til I had the knack.
Walkin down the street or wakin’ from a nap,
My life has always been a really long soundtrack.

Let me get this straight;
You worked all your life to be this?
So many opportunities to learn and grow
Yet here you remain, still.

Asking me to wait;
As if you found the life of bliss?
Doesn’t matter to me if I will ever know
You’re The Only One who will.

In a world full of half-truths and disrespect.
The Only One
Reality converted – digest and dissect.
The Only One

So much given yet;
You feel you should complain, complain?
Hard to remember lies so move on to the next
Double down, dumber, dumber.

In a world full of half-truths and disrespect.
The Only One
Reality perverted – digest and dissect.
The Only One

Unbelievably;
We land inside another chance?
But it looks so much like The Other Ones
You are a song with no beginning.
A chorus that never ends.

A song with no beginning.
A chorus that never ends. A chorus that never ends. A chorus that never ends. A chorus that never ends.

I love to cook and have all the gadgets
Spices and fresh foods from famous markets
Artisan breads and cheeses and finest creams
A few rare herbs and aged meats.

Tempted by smells slowly drifting my way
Each ingredient calls for its place on the plate
Planning, preparation and a little luck
A masterpiece awaits each of us.

My wife looks up and tells me again
“Nobody cares, so stop your bitchin’”.
But it’s really hard to be a good chef
Life sucks when you hate your kitchen.

The room glistens with silver, copper and glass
I can sift and bake to my heart’s content
Razor sharp cutting knives dazzle in the light
A measuring cup or spoon for everything

But there’s no place to stand
And no place to clean
Nowhere to put things
If you see what I mean.
Even working by myself
It’s too crowded to move
The shelves are so tall
Like they have something to prove.

My wife looks up and tells me again
“Nobody cares, so stop your bitchin’”.
But it’s really hard to be a good chef
Life sucks when you hate your kitchen.

Today you managed
Tomorrow you’ll fail
Each loss another fragment forever pushed aside.
The day after becomes
A monotonous stream
Each day is just like the last just a bit more purified.

Sometimes it’s easy
Falling off a log
Then all confidence disappears and your unable to move.
I know I don’t know
Is somebody watching?
Surrounded by a quicksand of doubt and nothing to prove.

When everything disappears
Even sacred memories hide underground.
Lost, frozen in a searing panic
Where Simple Things can’t be found.

This is the last time
As much as the first
Open or close your eyes but the vision is the same.
It’s only in my head
It’s only in my head
I love you like a brother but won’t remember your name.

When everything disappears
Even sacred memories hide underground.
Lost, frozen in a searing panic
Where Simple Things can’t be found.

The Same People thought the Earth was flat
And the Crusades were just.
These same people thought the stars were gods
Turning cities to dust.

The same people believed the Earth was the center
Against which everything turned.
These same people held trials to justify
Witches tied and burned.

These same people pray to ghosts and spirits
Listen to voices in their head.
The same people imprisoned men of science
Until not only the truth was dead.

The Same People Are Wrong
Just as they were back then.
How can you keep being wrong
Again and again and again?

You are wrong about Global Warming
The true existential threat.
You are wrong about your part in racism
Or the petty things you fret.

You are wrong about the age of the universe
You are wrong about evolution no matter how true
These Same People believe they deserve what they have
Even when taking it from those that don’t look like they you.
You are wrong blaming fake media
Because it doesn’t agree with what you do
Wrong about immigrants searching for a peaceful land.
You are wrong about pollution and the things humans do.
If you can’t win simply change the rules
Repeating the same lies never makes them true.
Patriots love their country win or lose
The same people are wrong about sex, drugs, and Rock ‘N Roll too.

I am a sponge
Fill me with your life
I will not overflow
I absorb.

I am a sponge
Bigger from inside
Everything you spill
I will hold.

Too often filled with grief?
I can be unexpected relief.
Each visit is painfully brief.
Can you give your heart to a thief?

I am a sponge
I will hold all of you
And will want for more
I adore.

I am a sponge
Though I weigh nothing
I have more than strength
I remain.

I do not own the land I am standing on.
The house I live in does not belong to me.
I Own Nothing.
They were given to me by my forefathers,
Who took it from native peoples of long ago.
They Owned Nothing.

The sky and the sunsets are not mine to keep.
The shore that calms the evening hours is not mine.
I Own Nothing.
Unprepared for the depth of lies from wicked men
Too many died learning what true cruelty is.
Now Own Nothing.

In my heart a wildfire burns
It burns out of control.
Everything buried in ashes
Darkening my very soul.

In my head a chaos reigns
No music can console
Nothing stands long in its way
Tearing and deepening the hole.

I do not own the land I am standing on.
The house I live in does not belong to me.
I Own Nothing.
They were given to me by my forefathers
Who stole them along with so many lives
Pray for nothing.

We count our possessions measured in gold
But the down payment was paid in tribal blood.
I Own Nothing.

Of all the treasures I have saved.
Hidden away for a better day.
Of all the gems I’ve written and played
Moments captured then stored away.

Of all the hours Frozen in time.
You had yours and I had mine.
If you give just a little rhyme
You get back so much the darkness shines.

Of all the instruments I’ve played
Inspired to communicate.
Of all these feelings often betrayed
Words are meaningless left unsaid.

Words are Meaningless left unsaid.
Like a song that’s never been heard.
Words are Meaningless left unsaid
Silent now Default and Preferred.

Of all the tears many came with smiles
The benefactor of many trials.
Of all the years measured in same miles
It never ends renders or compiles.

Yesterday I overheard a conversation
Between your god and mine.
He said, “I’m not sure where you are going with this,
But I like your design”.

She must have thought that was pretty funny
Cause this was her reply:
“Can’t imagine letting them last forever
So they all had to die”.

“Is that why you closed the gates to Paradise,
To test their devotion”?
“Not at all. Just replaced Salvation with
Worthless Magic Potions”.

Magic Potions became the prize
Magic Potions kept by the wise
Magic Potions from broken math
Magic Potions choosing the path

This went on and on for a very long time.
Quizzing one another.
I just couldn’t help thinking, “what do you expect…..
From sister and brother”?

Magic Potions became the prize
Magic Potions Kept by the wise
Magic Potions from broken math
Magic Potions choosing the path

Yesterday I overheard a conversation
Between your god and mine.
SHe said, “I’m not sure where you are going with this
But it’s better than mine”.

It’s in the music we listen to as we block out the world.
Way beyond the images that flash upon our screens.
Somewhere much further than that is the angst we have created.
Comic book creatures come alive in colorful magazines.

Sure the fables and fairy tales end with stunning song and dance.
Your story will never get off the ground, it seems.
We all keep looking for something that is truly different.
Something you can easily fit inside your pre-paid dreams.

There is no denying what has been
Or we end up living it all over again.
No time to undo how we evolve
So we sit and listen With Quiet Resolve.

Amazed by how many beautiful things have never been heard.
You listen and listen to what has always been there.
There’s so much more to enjoy than a simple one two three four.
Overlooked by many still searching that won’t make the time to care.

There is no denying what has been
Or we end up living it all over again.
No time to undo how we evolve
So we sit and listen With Quiet Resolve.

Magical and mathematical as technical as they come.
What goes into the mix can’t possibly come back out.
Is there really a difference between sunrise and sunset?
When every whisper you’ve made becomes a deafening shout.

No time to undo how we evolve
So sit back and listen With Quiet Resolve.