No Cloud Will Be In Sight
January 24, 2011
Brushing the color off,
scraping the dull out of the wall,
dripping the light into a picture.
The darkened day when the lights go out,
the shadows fall among it all,
the clouds cover the moon,
and the stars above.
The shade under the tree,
the wind beating,
the grass waving.
The day and the night are losing light,
no fun for the glowing glittering might.
They retreat as seeing defeat,
but not ready to leave,
this unfair fight.
The sun comes out from above the clouds,
rays come threw the fluffy shield,
the birds begin to cheer the light,
soon no cloud will be in sight.
At night the clouds also leave,
uncover what has been gone,
the shinning stars so bright.
The day and night are set right,
as the lights dance in the sky.
The colors are clearer,
the wall has been uncovered,
the light dries in hope of staying forever.
Monday, January 24, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Don't Skip a Sound(January 6, 2011)
Don't Skip a Sound
January 6, 2011
Sing to the silence of everyday light,
play along to the ticking of a clock,
compose a song out of nothing but rain.
Why do we try to hear,
only the things normally heard?
Why do we not yell to the world,
new ways to begin the day?
Dance to the ringing of the quiet piece,
the one you put on repeat.
Hum the newest creation,
the music that is beating,
your heart is keeping.
What can you think of next,
when you're walking by the street?
Where is the fun,
if you're not singing along?
Listen,
here,
there,
anywhere,
don't skip a sound,
because the greatest challenge of all,
keeping up with it,
it's all around.
January 6, 2011
Sing to the silence of everyday light,
play along to the ticking of a clock,
compose a song out of nothing but rain.
Why do we try to hear,
only the things normally heard?
Why do we not yell to the world,
new ways to begin the day?
Dance to the ringing of the quiet piece,
the one you put on repeat.
Hum the newest creation,
the music that is beating,
your heart is keeping.
What can you think of next,
when you're walking by the street?
Where is the fun,
if you're not singing along?
Listen,
here,
there,
anywhere,
don't skip a sound,
because the greatest challenge of all,
keeping up with it,
it's all around.
Crueler Than Cruel( November 29, 2010)
Crueler Than Cruel
November 29, 2010
Why are you so selfish in this so called life?
Someone is there to care,
and all you do is stare away,
no where near the one you love.
It's not fair,
it's crueler than cruel,
it's so wrong,
but what do you care?
You'll walk away on what you think is better,
you'll be so mean,
but you'll never say sorry.
This person would never leave you like that,
and you let them down,
so alone,
almost crying on the ground.
It's not right!
Won't anyone show pity?
I guess you weren't right for them.
You never will be,
but you could've been nice.
Spared a heart of letting go of so much blood.
It's not right,
it takes longer than a hug for this wound to heal.
I feel so sorry for that person,
the one who wouldn't dream of putting such pain on a person,
but gets punched in the stomach for no good reason.
It's crueler than cruel,
and it shouldn't have happened.
You'd have to be crazy to live like that.
November 29, 2010
Why are you so selfish in this so called life?
Someone is there to care,
and all you do is stare away,
no where near the one you love.
It's not fair,
it's crueler than cruel,
it's so wrong,
but what do you care?
You'll walk away on what you think is better,
you'll be so mean,
but you'll never say sorry.
This person would never leave you like that,
and you let them down,
so alone,
almost crying on the ground.
It's not right!
Won't anyone show pity?
I guess you weren't right for them.
You never will be,
but you could've been nice.
Spared a heart of letting go of so much blood.
It's not right,
it takes longer than a hug for this wound to heal.
I feel so sorry for that person,
the one who wouldn't dream of putting such pain on a person,
but gets punched in the stomach for no good reason.
It's crueler than cruel,
and it shouldn't have happened.
You'd have to be crazy to live like that.
Stop Falling to the Ground(October 1, 2010)
Stop Falling to the Ground
October 1, 2010
Rain falls from your eyes,
it hits the ground,
it blurs the world.
The warmth of sorrow,
burns your door,
scars the frame,
leaves a gaping hole.
You blink to separate the flow,
but it's too late.
Faster and faster they fall,
all around you,
not mercy at all.
What did you do?
Nothing but everything,
you start to say,
so confused,
will it never end?
They continue to fall,
trying to hold on to you,
but are escaping as they always do.
It will end,
maybe not now,
but it'll end,
the rain will cease,
it'll stop,
stop falling to the ground.
October 1, 2010
Rain falls from your eyes,
it hits the ground,
it blurs the world.
The warmth of sorrow,
burns your door,
scars the frame,
leaves a gaping hole.
You blink to separate the flow,
but it's too late.
Faster and faster they fall,
all around you,
not mercy at all.
What did you do?
Nothing but everything,
you start to say,
so confused,
will it never end?
They continue to fall,
trying to hold on to you,
but are escaping as they always do.
It will end,
maybe not now,
but it'll end,
the rain will cease,
it'll stop,
stop falling to the ground.
The Swinging Tree(September 9, 2010)
The Swinging Tree
September 9, 2010
In the shade of the swinging tree,
we sit,
you and me.
All I have to say is,
when the sky is bright blue,
the sun is golden yellow.
When the grass sways to the beat of the day,
and the trees conduct the wind,
the day is full of cheer.
But while the white clouds go asunder,
the trill of drums must be thunder.
The pitter patter of rain is the snare's sustaining.
When you hear the enraged notes not matching,
you're hearing the storm head over.
When the rain dies to a drip drop,
the thunder like soft rumbles on the timpani,
you look to the sky,
see nothing but storm retreating,
against the twinkle of the chimes,
or the xylophonic grace.
We've been touched by the unexpected storm,
but we're back to this spot,
just sitting in peace,
you and me,
under this,
this swinging tree.
September 9, 2010
In the shade of the swinging tree,
we sit,
you and me.
All I have to say is,
when the sky is bright blue,
the sun is golden yellow.
When the grass sways to the beat of the day,
and the trees conduct the wind,
the day is full of cheer.
But while the white clouds go asunder,
the trill of drums must be thunder.
The pitter patter of rain is the snare's sustaining.
When you hear the enraged notes not matching,
you're hearing the storm head over.
When the rain dies to a drip drop,
the thunder like soft rumbles on the timpani,
you look to the sky,
see nothing but storm retreating,
against the twinkle of the chimes,
or the xylophonic grace.
We've been touched by the unexpected storm,
but we're back to this spot,
just sitting in peace,
you and me,
under this,
this swinging tree.
How Many Colors I Can Add(July 31, 2010)
How Many Colors I Can Add
July 31, 2010
I can’t add anything to this world,
this little piece of earth where I stand.
I can’t stand being useless,
I can’t stand being me,
But when me and you are together,
I realize how useful I can be,
how many colors I can add,
to this one little piece.
I might not remember,
but I do believe,
even if I can’t help by myself,
my friends will be there to greet.
A note,
a measure,
a life long pleasure.
Put them together,
and it’s something neat.
Red,
Yellow,
Blue,
What shall I make with you?
Nothing far from me,
you help me be me,
both of the ways I am me,
These things I can show thee.
I can add everything,
with me and you,
to this piece,
canvas,
the joy of creating art.
July 31, 2010
I can’t add anything to this world,
this little piece of earth where I stand.
I can’t stand being useless,
I can’t stand being me,
But when me and you are together,
I realize how useful I can be,
how many colors I can add,
to this one little piece.
I might not remember,
but I do believe,
even if I can’t help by myself,
my friends will be there to greet.
A note,
a measure,
a life long pleasure.
Put them together,
and it’s something neat.
Red,
Yellow,
Blue,
What shall I make with you?
Nothing far from me,
you help me be me,
both of the ways I am me,
These things I can show thee.
I can add everything,
with me and you,
to this piece,
canvas,
the joy of creating art.
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