What’s the deal
with how you feel
For those who can’t see
below the knee
Finding something
which I’ve found
buried deep beneath the ground
So come alive
and don’t be dead
Find the notion
Within your head.
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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
Sun
Look to the east
and expect to greet
a rising sun.
Look to the west
and expect to forget
what is keeping you alive.
Morning’s Song
The gull’s calls
And Sea-grass whispers
The silvery gray
of early Light
Ocean glimmers
Each wave washes
And cleans the beaches
Mournful mirages
of yesterdays sorrow.
Morning’s Song, teach me
how to live and how to die
Wind, shake my bones cold
Sea, make me Alive
Saintly clouds overhead loom
clean me and fill me as I march
Into the Sea, Into the Sea
The Morning’s Song
Shattered Glass
Glass people are made in a
Factory faraway
They come out perfect,
Each and every one
Born beneath the Sun
And from the moment they are made
With the factories aide,
Their hollow insides begin to fill.
The glass people are filling,
Although sometimes unwilling,
With what makes them alive
And wiggle and Jive
And they begin to dance and shout
Singing as they run about
Soon they forget they are made of glass,
Just a fragile piece of delicate mass
And they fill and they fill
Filling until
They realize that they cannot hold it all
Once removed this innocent caul,
They begin to despair
And they realize that nobody is there
Nobody to care
And they remember that they
Are only glass
And they continue to fill until
They crack
And spill.
The Elegant Eaglet and the Menacing Man who hunts Guy
The Elegant Eaglet flies far far above the horizon
So young so bold yet so naive
I stand with my menacing German Mauser firearm on a small cliff, crouched to avoid detection
So Stealthy so powerful yet so vulnerable
The Eaglet swoops, her beautiful movement like that of an exotic dancer in a dimlit club on a friday night
So sensual so entrancing yet so innocent
I sit in a prone position in my camoflauge with my merchant of death weapon in hand
So cladestine so strong yet so weak
The Eaglet slows up and passes me at an angle of elevation of 30 degrees
So slow so smooth yet so fast
I pull the trigger of my rifle and the bird falls out of the air to the ground
So dead so dead yet never more so alive.
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