Captain Unsteady the horizon Breath of desire Winds of hold on Tears fall from the canvas Over looking the bow Dreams are wonderful Reality is what is set Far fetched as stars I have wished Tied to the mass Unsteady as the horizon Is the heart, the mind Green eyes wonder, green eyes seek Gray seems to be Silence is static that rings Dangling above the deck Beneath feet rising empty Time is time Some shall know one thought Confusion beyond the rain Unsteady the horizon Creeping it will A calm never traveled Not how I lived Left blood with thought of its all been a gas Maybe my dreams will capture me in the next Continuing I sail Voice over shadows Breaking the distant gaze Captain we have been anchored to a turd
Tall Grass In the tall grass you stand Hands slide around to pull closer Lips kiss the crease of the neck As your hair tumbles in the warm breeze Thoughts roam to the scent that pulls one in as the other finds comfort in ones arms Moments pass to innocent interaction, hands that hold tight in longing stares In the tall grass you turn Hands embrace the back firmly Lips kiss As your hair tumbles in the warm breeze Clouds slumber as the sun beats through, eyes closed to reflect and the tall grass becomes rock of what is not Sweat drips from brow to hazy that becomes clear as you were not In tall grass I stand
Hello There is no measure of my love for you As I am the man I am Every minute I try to be the man you want I know I am not Houses are not built out of paper Stars never seem close Money does not grow on the tree Silk is not what we wear I know I am not Try to make sure you want for nothing. Whether it is food, adventure, sex or comfort. Not high maintenance, at times comfort seems to be a challenge. The world closes in trapping us in a still, is there greener pastures? I do not ask due to a fear. I know I am not Adage ( I will give you the moon ) I would be happy to give you your dreams. The things you desire that do not come to grasp. Not all things are meant to be in ones hand. Is us being enough? I know I am not There is no measure of my love for you As I am the man I am Every minute I try to be the man you want I know I am no
Thread At the end of the rope Ah let me be more specific At the end of the rope hanging by a thread attached to that rope end Hung from that rope many times in my life. Always had it in me to climb back up. Here lately as I've gotten closer to the end of the rope been doing a lot of thinking, contemplating and looking at the world. Now I'm finger squeezing that thread as my feet dangle. Amazingly with my eyes wide open thinking, hell I've been at rock bottom as well. Wonder what would happen if I didn't climb back up this time. Screw it just let them fingers slide right off this thread. Imagine that! Tomorrow will always be a new day. Yesterday will always be the past and today is what I get through. Hell life story there ( What I got through ). If you have never muttered the words ( it can't get any worse ), well let me tell you it can. How ever you want to phrase it, up a creek without a paddle, end of your rope, hit rock bottom or ............ Even been asked well what ya gonna do now or been told you know what ya gotta do. Either way shake it off and keep going. You stand in that pile long enough you'll just smell like it So open your eyes, deep breath, mutter is that all you got and get to stepping. I imagine all the times I've been at the end of this rope, it should be just as interesting when my fingers slip from this thread
Universe Folding knees and falling hands In pieces the heart beats To bursting stars the mind sings Nothing is free Price will always be present Consumption beyond necessity The future ticks All that lives dies Value in a breaths moment Out weighing monetary with common fear Can not protect them forever Just as they could not you You wonder to the years in gain of what will Time that had been yours will be theirs Beyond surfing the clouds and resting riverside Taking in the day stars will blanket while one will dance thought Will it remain Twisting in a canvas that is cruel Though the beauty taking to unseen tomorrow
Goodbye One of the hardest things you may do in life is say goodbye to someone. Even if the word goodbye is never said.
The World is not meant for perfect happiness I'm two steps away to being homeless I'm two steps away of being successful Please don't sneeze I need successful Look at the world If it was meant It wouldn't be beautiful among its ugliness If it was meant It wouldn't be beautiful among the greed and misguided Everyone would be the same I get one So much to see So much to do Though trapped has been my destination Daily I live Daily I die Daily I dream Smile upon a frown Look at the world I get one I'm two steps away In a world that is not meant for perfect happiness
Dance on my ashes Take a bow I would do it all again Its been a long introduction in a short time Among the dead oak in tall reeds Standing ankle deep as the crow sounds Starring into myself As a roaring flood I am not done till I am In this life I do consider Even if we hold hands at the end I will journey alone A trip of one last breath Come one, come all Bring the G.B.W Start a bombfire and light the fireworks Get loud, chant, yell, laugh and maybe I'll hear you on my way Say goodbye as I lived my life With no treading regrets, just mistakes and lessons learned Among the dead oak in tall reeds Standing ankle deep as the crow sounds Starring into myself As a roaring flood I am not done till I am In this life Family and friends I have seen come and go Never enough words Never enough time I do consider one last breath Come one, come all I have taken my last bow Start a bombfire and light the fireworks Say goodbye as I lived my life I would do it all again Trip of one last breath Now maybe I will be fre