Monday, February 27, 2012

I'll Fly Away

Voices just keep on coming.
I can't stop listening.
I can't stop singing.
So many things I can do.
Time never waits for me.
I should really sing more.
Ideas are flooding in like sleet and I can't sort them all out.
So I carry on with the pecking.
Pecking at these keys.
They'll get sorted out one way or another.
Words are like complicated people.
You wanna know them, but it takes time.
At least its that way with me.
More beautiful noises meet my ears.
This world is so full.
I have yet to taste a bit of it.
Its tiring.
I want to conquer all those questions.
I want to open their minds to the truth.
I rejoice in the truth.
Why do they keep rejoicing in iniquity? 
Its sad.
But love hopes.
There's still hope for those clueless numskulls.
Those truly ignorant people.
Ignorant of the truth, and the true beauty.
The things they think they know. 
It would be so much more simple if everyone say things in black in white.
Its a fortunate thing.
Frustrating at times, but its the best.
There's so much more than Love.
The common misconception they talk about.
They created.
They are making worse.
Can't they see they aren't helping anyone?
They want to do good.
See these things running through my mind?
There's so much.
I always pictured my thoughts like desk files.
I always pictured God Almighty looking through them helping me sort them out.
Some things just never go away.
I picture things in really odd ways, but we all do.
I used to think fly fishing meant fishing out of an airplane.
I really wish I knew horses.
I have a horse.
I want to know her, ride her and be her friend. 
Do I not understand myself if I can't understand her, Buck?
Her she comes.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Its untouchable
You wish you could cry is away.
but it doesn't work like that
a complex maze of grey strings.
Your stuck
Where are the scissors?
its doesn't want to leave
neither do you.
It must be resolved
it can't leave like this.
your heart has a fast grip
those little hands stick out of the pieces 
grabbing for each other.
Holding on
Clammy eyes won't shut
it hurts to let them fly
its really weird, like calling yourself an albatross. 
Just strange.
sleep is the cure.
bright eyes remember nothing.

Friday, February 10, 2012

sleep on the wet ground

drizzy rain falls constantly, theres no end to this drury Mo weather, it canget one down.

45 more minutes, thats 2700 seconds, and I hate math.

But nothing can get me down.

I spread my wings.

Have fun?? It was a blast.

The pressure in here is like a fish.

I'm going going to be a sleeping pll for halloween.

My emotions are running low.

But I'll sail above.
All will be over soon, and I'll leave again, and not be back for a long time. Its all unseen again.

Friday, February 3, 2012


I was there, once again,
that place where I so often want to be, but its never the same when I finally get there.
                                                                I never know what to expect, sometimes I walk away from that place
wishing I didn't ever have to go back, sometimes I never want to leave..

Sitting on the staircase they all came in, I rushed to them, nearly falling down.      
           they didn't see me. I tried and tried to get their attention, it had been so long,
they had forgotten me. I wrapped my arms around them. It didn't matter.
                                  They didn't know.

                                 My heart hurt, all those days spent missing them.

                                           I was forgotten...

I don't want to go back.
                                                         But I didn't have a choice.
Sooner or later, I was bound on a journey, both pleasant and unpleasant..
                                                                                                        I had to go back.