To walk around without being seen,
I could visit so many places in the world.
Hop in a plane, and go.
I do not know where I would go,
or who I would accompany.
What secret things I can uncover,
or rediscover,
as I drift away from a tour group
at some mysterious museum.
Tall thin stairways blocked off to the visitors
walkways available to me-
and only me-
I could leave a painting
in a museum somewhere,
inter my work in a gallery.
I could travel around the world at a whim
and leave messages to the world
as I pass by.
Leave my mark upon the world.
Unseen.
Invisible me.
28 October 2011
27 October 2011
turtle
Inside of my room,
I do not venture out.
I am not so curious,
and I have nothing to doubt.
I move slowly and cautiously,
wary of everything around me.
(but I see nobody-
not a thing, it's just me)
I lay out in the sun,
and I keep to myself,
and I wish for a friend,
above everything else.
I do not venture out.
I am not so curious,
and I have nothing to doubt.
I move slowly and cautiously,
wary of everything around me.
(but I see nobody-
not a thing, it's just me)
I lay out in the sun,
and I keep to myself,
and I wish for a friend,
above everything else.
26 October 2011
and to you, I shall guide you
We look up above and
we look down below,
out towards the horizon
and into our souls.
We seek the pure goodness
of He who was here,
in hopes that His news
will ease all our fear.
For when the heaven's shall part
and a voice speaks below
'I am pleased with my Son,
Follow wherever He goes'.
I'll show you the way,
as a shepherd herds sheep
and forever and always,
your hearts I shall keep.
we look down below,
out towards the horizon
and into our souls.
We seek the pure goodness
of He who was here,
in hopes that His news
will ease all our fear.
For when the heaven's shall part
and a voice speaks below
'I am pleased with my Son,
Follow wherever He goes'.
I'll show you the way,
as a shepherd herds sheep
and forever and always,
your hearts I shall keep.
25 October 2011
a miracle for you
Inside a shadow of doubt,
within a whisper of the wind,
between two halves of a sorcerer's stone
and among friends,
you will find my smile.
I leave it for you wherever I go.
I hope someday you will care
enough to look, to follow...
But hurry, please do,
for smiles only last so long,
before time, and hope
reduce them to tears.
within a whisper of the wind,
between two halves of a sorcerer's stone
and among friends,
you will find my smile.
I leave it for you wherever I go.
I hope someday you will care
enough to look, to follow...
But hurry, please do,
for smiles only last so long,
before time, and hope
reduce them to tears.
24 October 2011
sometimes, I miss you
A sun that shines down from up above
through rain that pours down below,
and floods those cobblestone streets and drives
and washes out make believe trails...
I thought I saw a piece of that sun
sifting in through those dark, rainy clouds,
but, alas, I was mistaken.
For really that sunshine I had thought I'd seen,
was you,
smiling at me from a memory.
through rain that pours down below,
and floods those cobblestone streets and drives
and washes out make believe trails...
I thought I saw a piece of that sun
sifting in through those dark, rainy clouds,
but, alas, I was mistaken.
For really that sunshine I had thought I'd seen,
was you,
smiling at me from a memory.
23 October 2011
dreams for me
clouds and lights and bright blue sky-
a heaven, a haven, for me.
reaching that star,
that is what I want,
and what I need;
wishes aren't enough.
wishes never come true.
but dreams-
they come to me,
late at night when I am asleep.
I can hold on to dreams.
I can keep believing in them.
there are reasons for everything.
reasons for you,
and reasons for me, too.
and dreams for me.
just me.
a heaven, a haven, for me.
reaching that star,
that is what I want,
and what I need;
wishes aren't enough.
wishes never come true.
but dreams-
they come to me,
late at night when I am asleep.
I can hold on to dreams.
I can keep believing in them.
there are reasons for everything.
reasons for you,
and reasons for me, too.
and dreams for me.
just me.
22 October 2011
tears in shadow
Slowly falling, like the snow,
teardrops on my desk.
A salty glaze soaks into
the pages of my diary.
A token of the pain and sorrow
that I've held in my heart
for who knows how long.
Alone in my room,
behind the darkness,
I let it all go...
And no one knows
how many pages
have been witness
to the hurt I carry in my heart.
As each day passes,
and each night nears,
shadows carry silently,
the tears that fall in shadow.
teardrops on my desk.
A salty glaze soaks into
the pages of my diary.
A token of the pain and sorrow
that I've held in my heart
for who knows how long.
Alone in my room,
behind the darkness,
I let it all go...
And no one knows
how many pages
have been witness
to the hurt I carry in my heart.
As each day passes,
and each night nears,
shadows carry silently,
the tears that fall in shadow.
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