This Human…

 

A Bird was born scared of heights, a fish afraid to swim, a human afraid to breathe.

A blind man afraid of the dark, a man able to see afraid of the light.

A traveling man born to be home, a stay at home mom destined to travel.

When will a being of this world get what they want…

What they deserve…

What they were born of…

 

This bird bound to the ground,

This fish destined to die,

This human…

this human….

 

Doing what you want,

despite the consequences,

is what you, I, need to do…

 

Sing this soul,

Sing out,

Let your soul sing…

It needs to be heard.

 

Let this bird walk,

Let this fish love the land,

Let this human..

let this human…

Be.

 

Late Night

 

Sometimes the day ends with a brickwall,

Sometimes the day ends with a smile and sleep,

Others, the day that your life will end and anothers started, 

to change is just the shed of the skin you don’t need anymore,

sometimes this change is needed,

sometimes this change is not needed,

when someone is cast away like a stone nothing else really matters,

what really matter is picking yourself up,

An ABAB form is not free,

Free verse is to be free to be yourself,

Live to love, love to live, this will get you far,

Stand up for yourself and you will go far,

All of this said to be said to teach,

Some we are not meant to be taught,

But meant to be shown and experienced,

Somethings end up bad but we learn,

Our skin becomes tougher, our mind stronger, our person better,

Being alone does not last forever, I have found that the hard way,

Each day I have tried for her but no results,

Yes she will come when the right one will come,

 

Yes she will come, I believe it,

I lose sleep, I lose, I lose.

SOMETIMES WE LIVE

SOMETIMES WE LOVE

A ONE MAN NIGHT

A ONE MAN DAY

THIS WILL END

SOMEONE IS ALWAYS THERE

Silence has deadened the air and she dances,

In the moonlight the dance of the most beautiful,

And the most dreadful ghost,

She is so lovely, what a wonderful dancer,

The fog surrounds her as if it is a dress made of the morning dew already been placed,

Darkness has fallen 11 30 to 12 30 a bewitching hour,

As the sun rises she sinks to another realm,

The ghost dancing by itself now with the shadow of the old barn now thrown to the wolves,

And erray of red eyes laying its stares of death on a pour soul,

Sometimes dead is better than to live with such sadness,

The thought of an animal transmitted to a human mind,

 

Hear the sound of the music that is nature,

The bow of a tree playing the violin of the wind,

The crack and the breaks of the stretching, bending, trees,

A peaceful melody of two simple objects being touched by unseen forces,

No  mind of its own its being played by another force that has been seen,

SOMETIMES WE LIVE

SOMETIMES WE LOVE

A ONE MAN NIGHT

A ONE MAN DAY

THIS WILL END

SOMEONE IS ALWAYS THERE

Even later still you think love and why?,

Why do we go through torture?,

This is what love is, is it not?,

The answer is hard to say, but it is there…,

Even later now, should get some sleep,

Start thinking wild thoughts,

If I get everything in my mind out will I be cured?,

Will this shroud of deep depression and flat thoughts be lifted?,

I now would like to hear tones from a guitar in my thoughts to play how I want,

Harmonica, keyboard, drum,

Snare tap to hum of harmonica this will be great,

Oh yes this will be great,

An immense amount of meaning through a series of letters and notes and instruments,

 

Feeling better to know this will make a difference,

Will anyone get this?,

This is not a call for help, this is how I am,

What I am,

Will this be accepted?

I hope so,

So late now,

Should be getting to sleep but thought still remain,

Write more, write more,

A strange language this is,

SOMETIMES WE LIVE

SOMETIMES WE LOVE

A ONE MAN NIGHT

A ONE MAN DAY

THIS WILL END

SOMEONE IS ALWAYS THERE

Longest thought that has crossed this broken heart,

Sometimes people get what what you think, what they really care,

Do you care this is not directed to one certain person but to everyone,

Do you see the beautiful one dancing with the ghost?,

Do you see her slip away with the coming of the new day?,

No one will be able to read this before I am done,

It is getting much to late,

The narration of my life only can be said by myself,

May be everyone will se this and understand my thoughts,

 

No one  has really seen what I know or think,

I want them to, especially the one I strive for,

Confusion,

Paranoya,

A drunk sense of thought wanting to know why,

Why do I want so badly?,

I do because it hurts, this does not make sense,

I would be torturing myself,

It is late now, ever late, I will sleep now but wake to write more as I progess in this live of love and living,

SOMETIMES WE LIVE

SOMETIMES WE LOVE

A ONE MAN NIGHT

A ONE MAN DAY

THIS WILL END

SOMEONE IS ALWAYS THERE

Awake but still asleep in my mind,

To think the thoughts of education and ask myself,

Will I ever use this?,

Taught lies for the first 10 years of my life,

Each teacher lying to students to make the country seem better,

Knowing how, how the world really is, is enlightening, and frightening,

Brings back to the ghost in the fog, Is this a lie?,

Have I lied to the reader of this poem?,

Did I really see the beautiful one and the dreadful ghost dance in the fog?,

This I did see while peering out of my window, I have not lied,

 

In the light of the house a flicker then a royal ball of two kindling spirits,

The dew settles around the beautiful dancer as said before as a dress,

She soon will be gone with the daylight,

I don’t want her to go, she is so peaceful and the ghost so grotesque,

A positive and negative outlook on the night of ages,

Living through a night like this is amazing,

Words spill onto paper as if puking after a drinking binge,

SOMETIMES WE LIVE

SOMETIMES WE LOVE

A ONE MAN NIGHT

A ONE MAN DAY

THIS WILL END

SOMEONE IS ALWAYS THERE

Same thing everday except for today,

Ive changed for the best maybe,

I want to see them today but I can not,

I have an appointment to go with someone,

This might be better but I doubt it,

I love but not the same love that two lovers share,

I have love for my friends they are always there,

I will have none by the end of this free period of mine,

I will be in a different world using a different life,

Will I like this life I don’t know,

What I do know, it is something that I love,

 

No one want me to leave but I do anyway,

This is confusing why I leave when Im wanted?,

I have to,

It is inevitable,

Not paying attention to what is happening around me,

I am peaceful,

I am loving,

I am life,

Something better left unsaid but said anyway,

What will become of this?,

What will become of me?,

Ever writing,

Ever dreaming

SOMETIMES WE LIVE

SOMETIMES WE LOVE

A ONE MAN NIGHT

A ONE MAN DAY

THIS WILL END

SOMEONE IS ALWAYS THERE

Nature begins to play once again soothing the airwaves of the world,

Bending, breaking, like waves never stops,

Sometimes this natures music ends abruptly,

Sometimes soothing sometimes becoming a murderer of innocent lives, lives lost but lives will be gained after the disaster,

Helping balance the word so it does not collapse.