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Monthly Archives: April 2012

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A place where you go

to get away.

A place where, if you want,

you can stay.

A place where troubles

pass you by.

A place with sweet, delicious,

homemade pie.

A place where you can go

when you feel so alone.

What place is this?

This place is Home.

 

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broken dreams

the wind whispered stories

and drew me from my cave

to the jagged shorelines of your ocean

of my grave

waves of grief and disbelief

lap gently at my feet

only to recede and reveal

a bed of broken dreams


Life on Mars?

do you think

there’s life on Mars?

when you look up to

those endless stars?

do you think

we can live on the moon?

if life on Earth ends soon?

lets start a tavern

way up on Saturn.

would you say i’m a genius

if I could get to Venus?

let’s lead a platoon

all the way to Neptune.


Yes God?

If you look to God,

you might see,

there’s a plan for you

and a plan for me.

but for me and you

and you and me

who does he want?

what can we be?


Rush

Rush to the stage

three hours early.

just to see those lights.

the extra-ordinary orgasm of sound.

Cannot wait for them to start

“closer to the heart”

feel the release of your stress

“Aboard the Thailand Express”

Geddy Lee takes up the bass

not but ten feet from your face.

The essence and presence

of the one Neil Peart

with this music how can the world feel hurt?

The sweet music flies by

“Tears that fall from eyes that only cry?”

A sight only this show can provide your eyes

“Follow men’s eyes as they look to the skies”

The last killer rift from Alex Lifeson

and this wonderful spectacle is done.


Crying In the Bathroom

They talk uncomfortably

about the way things should be

and small-town gossip

and big-world dreams,

after the insanity is ended

and hot-heads still steam,

Cold dinner on a plate

push it with the fork,

still tastes like hate

It’s hard to swallow

when collie-flower tastes

like sorrow;

Push in your chair

and walk up the stair

Your friend walks past and you

smile although

he knows

that the tears are impending

but he’s pretending not to see

the fragile autocracy

of an independent heart

broken to pieces,

fallen apart.

The facade of a grin

and the Everything’s fine

while you’re screaming within

and losing you Mind-

What a curious condition

that only Man can find;

withholding emotion

to shut out assistance

intriguing resistance

to a fight that is not there!

but up you go

to the top of the stair

and tell your family

that you don’t care,

nothing’s the matter

while inside you steadily

become sadder,

and you feel

sick to the core

just thinking about it,

close the bathroom door

(gently as to not make a fuss)

and you make sure it’s secure

before

you start to cry

the weight of the world

took a rest on your chest

and as you cry

you come to realize

That Man is a solitary creature


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