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With the Winds The curtain drifts My conscious lifts And paradigm shifts I chance a glance outside my shroud And see lights dance behind a cloud There are sky truths to be found Much more to life than what’s on ground.
One Boy’s Winter Curiosity As the orange sled’s journey ends I roll onto my back The stars shine in the heavens But why does one zig-zag ... That star streaking swiftly northwest Swerving left and right Sharply round the rest of them Then slipping out of sight?
Nothing Natural Shhh. There's a sound I've never heard And a feeling too familiar. For safety's sake, I must take Precautions against slumber.
Aloft Too many times in my teens I’d awaken to find A blow to my mind Unusual scenes Drifting above The bed where I slept Suddenly swept Up from gravity’s glove Other times waking In some other room To begin to assume Is an undertaking Out of my bed And floating the halls Passing through walls As if I was dead This was not by my choice Not a thing I’d condone I knew I wasn’t alone Though, for there was a voice One night as I felt My self separate And my soul levitate And reality melt It bellowed my name With a cold, bass, ring I couldn’t do anything And unwillingly came I can’t remember the rest Of that eerie night I have no hindsight But, maybe that’s best
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In My Backyard A summer’s night, dimly starred. I’m in the kitchen. Something’s in the backyard. My senses scream out, "Stand on guard!" I’m in the kitchen. Someone’s in the backyard. My heart beats heavy, quick, and hard. I’m in the kitchen. Who’s in the backyard? Childlike creatures, slight, and charred. I’m in the kitchen. They’re in the backyard. They’re there in the backyard. In my backyard.
The Tumbler An aureate orb Arcs overhead Slowly spinning Shifting Hue From blue To white And then To red (What now Is red Turned white From blue).
Summer Hill It was a mystery why that trail we followed That wound through woods that darkness swallowed Why did we climb that hill that night And lay our blanket beneath starlight?
It was strange that the summer chorus was hush The crickets and critters that hide in the bush The breeze that whips through the trees was still As she and I stargazed upon the hill
It was queer how we peered up oblivious To the surreal stillness surrounding us Our warm skin showered with thick insect spray But it couldnt keep their kind away
What happened next, we can't quite explain Of the hill at the end of the dusty lane We weren't alone, of that we were sure Bug men! But the rest, we just wonder
Visit from a Pallid Man He brings me a book look, he says, look I won't take the hook look look I'm shaken, I'm shook look look look look look!
Charred Gray Some wonder why I sleep by day. At night, I shun my pillow. I’m plagued by creatures of charred gray And ,where they come from, I don’t know. At night they come to take me away (don’t want to leave, don’t want to go), But even if I beg to stay, Does it matter? No. No. No.
How can you preach and bang your drum And try to tell me where they’re from?
How can you tell me that they care? To put it plainly, you weren’t there.
I ve been sleeping in the basement Slipping through the cosmos Spiralling complacent Almost Almost
Angel I was very alone Seems I’m always alone When they come to me In their silent tone The three little men Had brought me a friend Why they did, I’m not sure I felt so sorry for her It was very dark Seems it’s always dark When they come to me Cold and stark She was thin and pale Sallow and stale I named her Angel And they bid me farewell It was very late Seems it’s always late When they come to me In my weary state
Me & You You bestow me You rob me You watch me You ignore me You protect me You cut me You soothe me You frighten me You energize me You exhaust me You enlighten me You confuse me
You take me You deliver me
You know me
Revolve If you don't tell me, I won't make it easy. I won't go along If I don't know from wrong. As I tread into tomorrow, From been, through am, to be, I will always turn it inside-out And raise the mercury.
Hinterland As I walked past the dead trees And evergreens of winter breeze
The homes had dimmed their glow
As I walked along the frozen lake And brushed away collecting flakes
Of softly blowing snow
I passed a modest house of gray With a man so strange in the driveway
A charcoal skinned and blue-eyed being Small but peering and all-seeing
He spoke to me inside my mind And warned me that the road would wind
"Your path shall snake, so know your friends From highwaymen as the road bends"
I was floating through Eyes cerulean blue And now that I m on True Confessions I miss you
To my Friends On a Saturday at someone's home Or by email or telephone My friends and I will work things out We'll work it out, together. The victims of abuse and The explorers free to choose My friends and I We'll work things out Will work it out, together.
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