Feb 25, 2009

Opinions


To hear the song of America, her pulse,

her beat, all the years, all the lives,

scream a maddening chant.

It's all about opinions you see, who is

right, who is wrong, the war rages on.

Wise old men, stories of dreams,

loves, wars past, all spin a romantic yarn.

Angry young men burn with fire,

quenched in rage.

Opinions cloistered in shared flame.

We all have opinions, but most are

based on fear.

For the ones who see, opinions on

freedom of life and love, seem a

better way to be.

All hail, Mother of us all!

Alive! i scream with a shaman's chant.

Alive! i scream with a voice of

torment and joy.

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Feb 14, 2009

I Burn Alive


I burn alive, so i write it.

The fever is upon me.

I tell of fear and joy and hate,

all of what's within me.

Whence it comes, where it goes,

the muses only know.

It happens oft at random,

the wind is want to blow.

I burn alive, visions i see,

things that i forget.

It burns too hot to cool me,

too hot to regret.

I sing a song of sadness,

and a song of love.

I sing a tale of madness,

fire like a glove.

You can see the fire burning,

look into my eyes.

My head will still be floating

high up in the skies.

I burn alive and so it goes,

the fever that i have.

I wish i could control it,

the fire burning fast.

I burn alive and so i hold,

fire in my hands.

I travel on far and near,

the fire never ends.

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Fair White



I dream a world of life and light,

hidden mysteries within.

I dream of prisms glowing bright,

colors in the wind.

Crowds of oak and aspen tall,

guardians of the hills.

Brook and stream and river long,

endless is their tale.

I dream a meadow, o'so fair,

mile on mile of clover.

I wander about without a care,

drunk though i am sober.

There is a feeling of comfort,

calming to the core.

A feeling of a place that has

never seen a war.

No murder mars the shadows,

all is life and light.

Creatures without spite or fear,

Unicorn and Lion,

live their lives indifferently,

drinking side by side.

Comes the dusk setting in,

so gently in the west.

The clouds begin to light a flame,

orange burning feathers.

Star after star appear in the east,

thousands, millions, more, to

light the land as brightly

as it was before.

It seems night, the fearsome god,

is even comforted here, relaxing

in the knowledge that doesn't

have a hint of fear.

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The Poet Lives


Scratchin' and scrapin'
and scrounge to get by,
everyday an adventure,
makes the time fly.
Waiting and wondering
and chasing pipe dreams,
always i ponder for
new plots and schemes.
Selling and scamming,
and still end up broke,
starts to turn
into a sad old joke.
Thriving and jiving
and copping a rush,
if i can't make you giggle,
i'll make you blush.
Laughing and loving
and drinking in life,
i like to argue,
but i don't like to fight.
Jumping and leaping
about like a freak,
but i get my kicks
when i start to speak.
Looking and learning
and losing the game,
losing it all and
going totally insane.
Knowing and growing
and change everyday,
don't make much money,
but it sure pays.
Rockin' and walkin'
and scopin' the scene,
try to keep loving,
and free as the breeze.
Gasping and gulping
to take it all in,
looks like i'm losing,
but i always win.
Dancing and prancing
and checking it out,
makes me an odd one,
without a doubt.
Wonder and whisper
and ask me what for,
can't tell you why,
but i'm rarely bored.

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Focus On Love



Believe what you want,

believe what you know,

focus on evil, your evil will grow.

Believe what you want,

what you feel is right,

look for the truth,

you will find light.

We are all in tune and cosmically tied,

anything else is one more lie.

We're all here to learn,

learn all we can,

no other purpose for being a man.

Ignore your potential,

ignore who you are,

lost by the way, you won't go far.

So much joy waiting to be unleashed.

Just try and put your soul at ease.

Try to relax, take your life in stride,

concentrate on what's inside.

You can be really wicked, angry and red,

all of that shit is just in your head.

Live a lie and that's all you have.

Convince yourself your so bad.

Exercise freedom, show all your love,

gentle power in the flight of a dove.

Believe what you want,

believe what you know,

focus on love, your strength will grow.


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Feb 11, 2009

An Artist




An artist has their

canvas and paints,

charcoal and pastel.

Musicians have their

instruments to

make ideas gel.

And yet they are

the same you see,

with creativity.

This is how they

pass their thoughts

to posterity.

The sculptors with

their blocks of stone,

beauty they create.

The dancers with

their body moves,

magic they awake.

Photographers up

at every dawn,

sunrise they await.

And so their visions

pass on down

from man to child.

And so the vision

passes on becoming

much more wild.

The poets with

their pen and 

ink and parchment.

Novelist and filmer

making in this world

a little dent.

To give ones perception

of the soul to

mankind is the

hardest thing a

person could find.

Critics are harsh 

and oft' unforgiving.

Sometimes i don't think

their amongst the living.

And so you strive on,

keep trying for better.

Perfection cannot be art

until you let it.

Just let it flow

out of you

smoothly and slow.

If it is right

then you'll surely know.

And no person can judge

a part of another.

They don't know the tale

unless they have been there.

So let your art be

part of your very soul.

Plant part of yourself,

you will reap what you sow.



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