Calls

Voiceless calls

Comfortable emptiness
Lonely frustration
Eyes blind away

Empty voice in a crowd
Games of strategy
Lost on me
Eyes blinded

Frustration dilemma
Creep out with inconstancy
Calls in the night
Blocked calls from overseas

Looking forward
To the end
When normal
Is complacency

Sitting on a dock

Sitting on the dock

Watching the wind whisper
Colors at sunset
Fishing goes all around
Growing old alone
Would rather
I could have
Life goes on
People ask
Canned answer
Sitting on a dock
Listening to rhythm
Waves tell a story
Splashing the cement
Spelled out in rain drops
Sitting on a dock
Freezing over with desire
Would rather
I could have
A line in the sand
Too late to cross over

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aAJfhZamFmo&feature=player_embedded

this was written after listenning to the above

Wide open

Wide open
Word smith that
Sleepless nights

Weird dreams
Fictionist reality
Wondering ideals

Willing pick ups
Cranium affect
Motives concealed

Wild imaginations
Challenge unanswered
Internal happiness enteric


Wide open
Mind will change
Window closed

Wondering narratives’
Wicked ideals
Wind swiped

TELL ME A STORY

Tell me a story

That won’t make you cry
That makes you reminisce
think back without regard

Tell me a story
That makes you sweat
About a time when everything was fine
Not just a line

Tell me a story
Were honesty was the byline
And people could stand by
With what was said

Tell me a story
About the future
Without dread
Were drama is a section to be read

Tell me a story
Not about the dead
But about those that lived
And will be remembered

Tell me a story
That makes you smile
About happy ending
An internal bliss

Tell me story
Without regard
That makes you sweat
Recollect with giggles

Tell a story
About us and we
And leave out I and me
A challenged undone


Tell a story
About the future
With smiles and
A line to be filled in


Tell me a story without trepidation
A story with happy ending
Internal bliss
And only fear is what to pick for dinner

Bliss

Bliss

Taste of heaven in a drop of rain
Colours of the sky
Wind combing once hair
Giggles of children
Blankets of snow
Frost in the trees
Sand between the toes
Waves slapping the beach
Smell of breakfast
Uncontrolled laughter
Running between the fields
Sharing with family
True friends
Freedom to choose
Touch

Random drama

Random drama
Performance art
Cogitation deliberation
Filiation dispute
Ascendance merely a fancy
Translation lost
On the ones that count
Images defined
Facts blurred in rhetoric
Threats and intimidation
Coercion merely a tool
Giving up the goal
Never is eternity
One second can be perpetuity
Time without end
Even performance art ends
Smile

Everyone has a story

Everyone has a story

Everyone lies
Facts misguided

Floats away in the tide
No one cares
Everything goes to dust

Units to measure
Against the fantasy
Reality crumbles

On the periphery
Peaking in
Shadows in the dark

Echoes refined
Believable
That time