Gender: Male Location: up here in my tree on Dagobah
mad... south by southeast
Since someone close to me is revealing themselves here... I figured I should as well... here's some of my work... whatever's handy, I'll find more later...
outing
Paintings
still-life windows
the snow fell
-how life is frozen!
Solids inside canvas,
watching from outside,
seeing this winter landscape
from a reflection on glass,
I realize something
is reflecting in front of
the blowing snow, larger,
and full of life. Me,
remembering all the icy
days of the past.
Gender: Male Location: up here in my tree on Dagobah
procrastination
one of these days
I will get up off this chair
step out into the daylight
where events, like birth,
marriage and death,
take place besides on paper
or in my head,
things will be different
-I will be different
one of these days
I will take a chance
in white-water rapids, upon a
mountain or in the sky
and see if I could
if I would, should I?
maybe, just maybe
in a day or two
perhaps
Gender: Male Location: up here in my tree on Dagobah
the play
My powerful play is over.
The curtain's been dropped before me,
with no one else on this dusty stage.
My verse was gibberish, spoken only to
myself, incomprehensible mutterings of a
second's thought. These lines wound and
wound to ultimate triviality where there
is only black silence.
My role was meaningless,
capturing no one's attention.
A performance where I stand
naked to my self, with only
a blank expression.
The stage lights dimmed, and
curtain calls taken, I am on
a final bed, covered in
blackness. I lay solemn and
forget my achievements. The
only thing I know is that now
loneliness leads to emptiness.
Gender: Male Location: up here in my tree on Dagobah
beside myself
Never thought I would
be here... inside myself,
beside myself...
questioning every decision
every thought that lead to
what I've become, begun...
All events colliding at once...
a Big Boom of the Soul...
explosions one after another...
no quiet time to reflect...
only more backfires, treacheries
and betrayals...
Why was I blind to what
stared me in the face?
My focus only on one
reality, but
the murk in my eyes
clouding the future...
"Miss you," he told
her, but
I was broken, when she
said back, "Love ya."
Gender: Male Location: up here in my tree on Dagobah
Here is a song I wrote a long time ago... it has an opening incantation I included from Jim Morrison....
"At night the moon became
a woman's face.
I met the Spirit of Music."
-Jim Morrison from Wilderness
dances with the moon
Come my love, 'tis a glorious evening!
The moon is full, there's a million gleamings.
Let's get ourselves to an open field and lie,
kiss and wander through the bright-black sky.
Come spirits fill our breath with rose reeds.
Leave us here to soak in splendor of moon beams.
In Night's tender arms let us be wrapped,
me and my love, because my love
materials me affection in earthly stuff.
step in...slide into some light shoes
hold on...rest your hand on my balloon
launching...lifting off for better views
soon we...we'll be dancing on the moon
my love...my one true love,
she sings o'er the dunes
velvet...a velvet blanket
she dances with the moon
dances with the moon
Oh! my love, I'll never love one
more than she, the Night.
She holds me forever
in her celestial-glow eyes,
but she hides so far away,
this untouchable She,
so don't worry, for I'll love you,
as long as moon beams soak me.
you sing...into the soft winds
hold on...keep in mind always this tune
launching...lifting off for never-ends
then we...we'll be dancing on the moon
my love...my one true love,
she sings o'er the dunes
velvet...a velvet blanket
she dances with the moon
dances with the moon
my love...my one true love,
she sings on sad tunes
she know's...know I'll never
fill her moon's shoes
when she...awakes her Spirit
she dances with the moon
dances with the moon
Gender: Male Location: up here in my tree on Dagobah
Another song....
why we continue
we walk alone in a world of gloom
thinking nothing must get in our way
times have been hard for us to handle
but of us dreams have been made
keep thinking thoughts of greatness, yeah
deep in our minds we've set the track
is there a way to change destiny
by looking forward instead of back
why we continue
in a world that's not our own
why we continue
in thought of coming home
maybe we'll reach it
maybe we won't
but if we start slowing down
our minds will say "Don't!"
hearts of fire keep smoldering
in a body of self and mind
when our past confronts our future
then it shall be our time
rising above our darkened souls
we seek shelter in ourselves
thinking thoughts that go way beyond
not conscious knowledge but in wealth
it's not always the richness of texture
lifestyle matters most
but if we end with a beginning
then our souls are sure to ghost
why we continue
in a world that's not our own
why we continue
in thought of coming home
maybe we'll reach it
maybe we won't
but if we start slowing down
our minds will say "Don't!"
Gender: Male Location: up here in my tree on Dagobah
Here's a poem, sad one really, about eclipsing the age of my favorite poet and the loss of my 3-month old son...both died too young...
Keats
The beauty of truth
lies in that old Urn,
Keats brought to life.
Oh! John, where have you gone,
you left us only with you're
beautiful words that will
be with us always.
Your departure was too early,
you left us with a promise of
so much beauty to come, although
what we have is enough,
we are still wanting more.
Now in the here, I am
at the age of your death.
What have I done? Have I
brought truth into the world?
Have I brought beauty?
Yes, yes I have, for I have
been a father, an accomplishment
that you, John, during all your excellent
readings and writings never
achieved. I helped bring beauty
into this world in the form of my
child, and I witnessed the sad
truth of his early departure.
I have tried all my life
to be a Poet, the likes of
you, John, a great wordsmith
for all the ages. I am not
sure my ragged verse comes
close to yours, but I
know one part of my life was
great, beautiful and true.
Gender: Male Location: up here in my tree on Dagobah
random verses....
illusions
seep, tears cloud passion
joy-making fondness
liquid dreams
fattening bits of sweetness
love's an illusion
when you're in love
the further away, the better
sing, notes drip slowly
feet-pounding daisies
oceanic views
descending supplies of dandies
sight's an illusion
when you see clearly
the closer you are, the less you see
works
"What is your soul?"
you ask.
"It's David's Michelangelo!"
I reply.
The statue of the maker,
holds the maker to the statue.
Your works inside,
inside works you.
Bathe my hair in blood,
drain my helpless memory,
steer my driving thoughts
away from what has left me.
Off with lights! Off with fans!
We'll need no more of these hands.
Prop up my memory,
concentrate my powers,
hold me up to
my finest hour.
Gender: Male Location: up here in my tree on Dagobah
Thank you guys for the compliments!! I'm touched.
Actually for the songs I posted, I do have music for them....which is shocking because of the 30-40 song lyrics I've written I only have music for a handful of them....
KMC Community Forums
Aug 15th, 2005 04:32 PM
I think my fav so far is How Could I? 
Thank you guys for the compliments!! I'm touched. 
