Meaning?

Sometimes I feel half-blind
And it's not that I can't see
Just that everything looks hazy

The mountain, in the morning
The fog, surrounding back streets
The ghost, paled in bed sheets

The symptoms reappear
Sighted, far and near
And a terrible racket is bellowing
In my ears:

Life
Is
Passing
Us
By.

Will we leave anything behind?

A Fine Day, Isn't It?

your finest moment
was in the cool grass
that green, graceful sea
it brushed your back
with a gentle ease

the sun burned heavy
a crushing brightness
and the beads of sweat
that were lost on their way down
inspired you to forget

you run
spinning
Smiling, In Triumph
a whisper
a barely audible beating
that floods your ears
you fall
head held high
hands in the air
Glory!

unrefined Glory!

flawless, deathless Glory!


screaming arrows rush past
fleeting light, the fireflies
you watch in quiet reverie
contentedly remembering
and wait for the days-end

Two Poems

"Audience"
Hiding
Lying in wait for you to pass by
Has only gotten me cut up
I'm fed up
And now what?

Every trick I try
Gets lost up my sleeve
Every wick I light
Gets doused so quickly
I have all the answers
To the questions you're not asking
Come to think of it
I bet this hasn't even crossed your mind.

So why does it engulf mine?

*****

"9 Minutes"
In this place
Where something glorious
Is coursing swiftly through my veins
It speaks in a whisper
That could fill a cathedral:
"I am happiness
I am peace
I am life, light,
Like the sound of a mountain stream
Or the colors of the evening sky
When red and orange and dark arrive."

I embrace it
I sit back
And feel its warmth
The comforting
Compelling
Complete
Satisfaction of knowing
That everything shines brighter in the sun.

Lungs vs Futures

I stretch myself too thin
Then fall apart, like an old, worn out band
And lately I can't see
But a few feet in front of me

Do you have a cure
For feeling insecure
About my life and where I'm going?
Cause I can't talk to you
Like I used to do
I can't talk to anyone anymore

I put the car in drive
And look up at the chilling sky
I roll the windows down
And just get lost in the glorious sound


Do you have a cure
For feeling insecure
About my life and where I'm going?
Cause I can't talk to you
Like I used to do
I can't talk to anyone anymore

I sing out all I can breathe in
I sing out all I can breathe in
I sing out all I can breathe in
I sing out
All I can
Breathe in...

I think I found a cure
For feeling insecure
About my life and where I'm going
Cause I can talk to you
When I'm singing "Ooh"
I can talk to anyone now

The Woods

Take a walk out to the woods with me
Just keep track of where we're going, please
Cause gettin lost is gettin scared
And I don't need the colder air
I get enough of it back home

That's the one
Count it done
Build us something
To count on
To stand upon
Spill out everything

Take a look at what we're headed for
Pick up colors from the sandy shore
Throw it out or throw it in
Surely it will come again
It's as simple as a love

That's the one
Count it done
Build us something
To count on
To stand upon
Spill out everything

Word's that change is comin round
Burning buildings falling down
Word's that change is comin round
We'll just pick up what we started

That's the one
Count it done
Build us something
To count on
To stand upon
Spill out everything

Midas Borrows Glasses

Everything he touches turns to gold
But his perceptions are skewed
To him it still looks like stone
Grey and cold and uninviting:

"If only I could see through your eyes,
Would I find happiness there?
Would the world look beautiful?"
After all,
The grass is always greener...

...right?

Will nothing go my way?
Whatever Midas was given,
My gift is the antithesis
I take the best into my hands
And out of them falls the worst,
It shatters on the ground.

Golden Line

I'm hoping it will rain
To lift off a weight
And wash away
With furious grace
Insufficiencies and burning haze

I'm ready for a break
Or to break all the rules
This straight-laced way
Of thinking
Has lost all appeal

I'm on a one track mind
For a golden line
Where everything inside
Is given to the light
And brokenness finally dies