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
Author Archives: musicmaker22
i am the earth
the blur that is, that was,
the feeling of a lifetime
has been crushed
and battered,
beaten and bruised.
being told you have to choose
win or loose,
to tie your own noose
no.
no.
no.
i will not,
CANNOT
be told that i am anything less or more
then the person who i was born to be!
i am the sky
i am the earth
for all it is
and for all it is worth!
i will show you
and you will learn
to breath free
to sleep easy
to live!
as you were meant
to be
nonchalant looks
the reading of books
and nonchalant looks
has got me up on edge
how do i let
my true colours flow
when i am nothing
but the universe
which is only everything i know
how can i make do
with the unjust
and bias based views
of powers that i know to be true.
i am blind
i am weak
i am a child of unknown beliefs
save me
sitting in the dark
waiting for the sun
that will never come
dreams turn to sand
slipping through your hands
the wind wiping wildly
through your long and unkempt hair
naked as a baby
dressed and gone to war
please somebody save me
from the shadows
outside my door
yourself
confess yourself
undress yourself
to your bones
reveal your soul
to yourself
you need to know
who you are
before you can help
anyone else
undisturbed: dreaming
come to me easy
as i lay down tonight
make peace in my mind
as i sleep tonight
whether in a bed or on the streets
in a prison cot
or cold dirt floor
sleep will always cleanse the soul
and until sunrise
let me sleep in peace
undisturbed
dreaming
bliss
come to me easy
as i lay down tonight
reality
harsh
stunning
relentless
cunning
thirsty
unforgiving
melancholy
just another
brick in the wall;
reality check
stone throw
a stone’s throw away
it seems so close
but as the stone flies
so does your target
you can never seem to be quite there
at quite the right time
a favorite place of mine
the boy went out
to find his home
the dog set out
to find his bones
mother wept
for just awhile
father came home
passed out on the floor
slept in his clothes
he was gone before morn
a favorite place of mine
was always under the covers
i feel so safe
from outside bothers
i clench my eyes closed shut
in hopes that when i open them
love will be there
Stranger
Stranger to me
Stranger to you
When life means nothing
Are you really living
When you live to die
And love has no virtue
Are you alive
When death does not phase you
And the name Hades does not strike fear into your heart
Have you a soul
Neither sun nor moon
Or burning wound
You are a still a stranger to me
And I am a stranger to you
Is God for me?
God
What is God
Is God enough to save a soul
Damned to hell
Is God love
Is God the night sky
Or the dull light of dawn
As days go past
And time grows old
Does God sit upon a golden throne
Is God for everyone
Is God for me
I don’t think so
So don’t try to make me believe
Somewhere In Between
Between the Trees and
the Locust cries
You can hear the soft
moan of the Summer breeze
You ruffled my leaves
and I began to cry
the saplings will
All wither and Die
I was somewhere in between
two towering elder trees
I was overwhelmed
Opportunity ripped out from my arms
I went down to the creek
and took a Deep draw,
I rose to my feet and
Spread my limbs wide
and for the first time
I opened my Eyes.
Music Man
the music man plays his dream
with each blow of his horn
and strum of his strings
he plays for happiness and joy
the music man who plays for profits alone
is no music man at all
but a businessman
a man who does not see the light
the music man pities the businessman
for he will never know
and the music man will know all
I Feel Lonely
i feel lonely
at this train-stop i must wait
there is paper blowing in the wind
my only company is a paper cup
strange….it is whiter then a pearl
and onto the iron i will step
because i feel lonely
Songbird
why does the songbird sing?
it sings for love.
it sings for peace.
it sings for hope.
why does the song bird weep?
it weeps for hate.
it weeps for viloence.
it weeps for judgment.
why does the songbird fly away?
it flies away because you make the songbird weep.
care free days
give me back my innocence
my freedom
my care free days
take the weight of the world from my aching shoulders
and cast it away
i am anchored down by tangible things
my mind in the chains of society
i long to break free!
to shatter the shackles that suppress my thoughts and actions
give me back my life
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