Where do we go from here?

You will never find,

      Nirvana,

       With a backpack,

                Full,

        Of ulterior motives.

One must shed,

  All the way down,
       To the your childish
                 goals,

      past all the money,
           And fame,
                 And glory..

 To become
         the curious wonderer,

     Our original self.

Dating

 There is a hill,
       where unwanted live,

 Just outside of town,
             Past the old abandoned,
       gas station,
                 where the sign,
                       displays,

                    Petrol .99

     Its up a old service road,
                           where grass is,
                slowly returning,
                       the route back to nature,

    Is is here,
        the road ends,
     
                  But climb,

           for on top of a mound,
                     of processed,
                 blackened earth,

          We mine the soil,
                              continuously,
                   in search for,
                         the perfect gem.

Mouse Trap

Our bodies,
         are nothing,
    but vessels,

   Equipped with tools,
       needed,
             to acquire,
      our spiritual needs,

    Like a mouse,
               in a cage,
     Were temporally trapped,

         forced to learn,
                which button,

            Goes up,
                  and down,
           
       OR How to make sounds,

     While interpreting
          the simultaneous levels
         of stimulation,

           With great effort,
                     To find more cheese.

The Cure

Choose to love,

The things,

You don't understand,

And you'll not only be,

A better person,

But you will conquer fear.

Air Raid

    Hearts and Minds,
           They're in the sky,
      Hidden in the clouds,
                                             Drifting
  Right on by,


            They're not secure,
    as  we fly right thru,
                       preparing to bomb,
             a terrorist coup,

                 oh

                   how
                 
                     far
 
                      to 

                       fall

        to create a hole,
                 with a cloud of dust,
            encompassing everyone,                    
                        decomposing trust,

           But do not fret,

        For this poisoned air,
   Will dissipate soon,
                  to the clouds above,
           to whatevers ruin.

International Calling

Its a long way
                                       Down,
 From the heavens to the
                                       Ground,
    Angels move without a
                                       Sound,

          They're guiding us,
                 
                                         Around the
                                                           corner,
    
                              There's a halo
                                              hangin
                                                   over your
                                                           shoulder,


                                   Now that you've
                                                     grown

                                                           Older,

                    They're guiding us,

                   Back

                            Home

The Line Went Dead

   Are you there?

              Are you listening?

        Can we,
               Meet again,
            Instead of dreaming?

                How does,
                      Love get in the air,
           
               Two souls,
       Jump in,
                   without,
                             A care,
                 
                  I just wanted to say............

   Are you there?

               Are you listening?                  

Valentine

I'll follow you,
      If you'll follow me,

    And we'll live in each others,
                  Fantasy.

Building

    paper
       rubber chicken,
   and flies,

       nothing makes sense,
           when your,
       fabricating,
            lies,

       Brick and mortar,

    only cause disorder,

                of a natural state,

Deep Space

     Dreams
  are moments,
      among-st the stars,

            But,

            You'll never touch them all,
       stuck in a ball,
                on an endless loop,

             You must,

        Say goodbye,
 To everyone,
                And everything,
           You know,

    To risk it all,
           to  become a,
                   know-it-all,

      On a desolate world,

            Hindsight,
                     is,
                        your
                     only
                       consolation,

          When reality
                comes caving in,
       and your all,








                       Alone,








                But in this darkness,
         You'll understand,

                             How sunlight travels,
                     at its constant rate,
 
            How travel effects,
                      your timeless state,

                 How gravity sealed,
                             humanities fate,

                          How

                                     distance

            delays,


                  a response







                               from


the


       rest
                         of                          
                                   the


                             world......










                        But believe me,










                Believe me,









                               Believe me,
                 





























                           Your not alone.

A Crack in the Night

        Pssssssssssssssssssha

      A Deep voice,

          Laughed hysterically,

               As if possessed,

                     By another.

                        Psssssssha,

   The oscillating choice,

        Randomized numerically,

              As if programmed,

                       By another

                             Pssssssha

                                   A minds rejoice,

                                      Worlds
                                               blended generally,

                                              As if created,

                                                By another.

                                                        Psss………………….

                                                 Hold up,

 

 

                              Now Breath,

            Till you come,

Down.         

The time capsule

Amongst the stars,
shimmering in space,
surrounded in darkness,

a silver coated spaceship,
emits a pale yellow light,

Its reflection,
is time,
redirected and made anew,

Its mission,
however
is to record time.

an uninterrupted view.
of the never ending field,
of the color spectrum,

With Sensors,
Traveling Faster,
Then light,

It hopes,
To discover,
all the secrets
of the universe.

A Knowing Kind of Love

     "Frank!
   Get over here,
     quick,
  Its starting again!"
     Old Martha Barnes stated,

"What!
     Martha I can't hear you,
   when you talk,
      from the other room."
          Old Frank Barnes complained,

       Martha,
  hobbled through,
      the screen door,
        through the kitchen
   and into the living room,

         She noticed,
     the tvs blaring,
        as loud as can be,
  Frank Barns sat,
                Unknowingly, 
     
   She snuck up behind,
 her unsuspecting husband,
         and jumped in front,
     Yelling "i love you",

       "God damn it,
 Martha,
        You scared me half to death."
      Frank stated exasperated,
           Clutching his chest.

    Reaching for the remote,
 Martha turned the TV down,
       To a respectable level,

      "The neighbors are at it again"
        Martha Smiled,
            "The chitting and the chatting?"
                   Franks repression changed

"Oh no they're already yappin."
                           Martha left to the kitchen
            with frank close behind,
      pouring two fresh glasses,
          of lemonade.

   They sat down on the porch swing,
           With voices growing louder,
        Across the way,

                 "Let the squawking commence"
            Frank cheers-ed his wife,
                  a lifetime of memories
       is about commence,
           

       "You never listen to me do you!"
            A women's voice shouted
                 "NO, NO, DON'T PUT THIS ON ME"
           I TOLD YOU I WASN'T GOING
                        LAST MONTH"
                    A mans voice replied with the same intent,

           "Your not going galavanting,
                     with your friends again,
                  When you promised to come with me,"
              The woman stated,

           Old frank barns had 4,
                   fingers up,
             galavanting,
                      what a word,

          The curses came next,
                 and Martha counted,
            Those nasty words,
                    sequentially played,

           Old frank barn,
                 finished his lemonade,
            and placed it on the ground,
                grabbing his wife's hand.

           They danced to,
               the music,
                    of a tune they long forgot,
             and kissed her gently,

                  when the music finally stopped.

Tatters

Your words,
      breath life,
 that ripple,
      Through life,

  Which Fray,
    The bias,
   of uncontrolled,
     chaos,

     Now worn,
    from battle,
   and decent,
    debate,

   The Colors,
     are Faded,
    surrendered,
        States,

      Love,
     is blood,
    with holes,
      in the wind,

   We rally,
     around,
    a fallen,
      Friend,

   Saluting,
       the memory,
     the immortal,
       souls,

      Awaiting,
           first light,
         of a new,
             dawn.

Train Station

Waiting for a train,
     Here in Conshohocken,
  I hit my baby up,
         I ask her what she's watchin,

  She says the tvs out on the whole damn street.

         She's bored to death and waiting for me-e-eee.

   For into the city,
     We'll escape this mundane day,
        I'll save you,
           If You'll save me too...

        Round the bend,
                 That whistle blows,
            Its coming for,
                 All these displaced souls,

      Were heading hooo-oo-oo-oome,
                  to Philadelphia.

       The train packs full,
              here in mayniyunk,
         but I got you on my mind,
     
          A sweet little lady,
              tries to move on in,
          but this seat is taken,
                   my hear is waiting,
                               for you.

   For into the city,
     We'll escape this mundane day,
        I'll save you,
           If You'll save me too...

        Round the bend,
                 That whistle blows,
            Its coming for,
                 All these displaced souls,

      Were heading hooo-oo-oo-oome,
                  to Philadelphia.

   

Scorched Earth

     There's love in these veins,

That is meant to be shed,

         Dripped on the floor,
  
              Again and again.

    Just sleep it off now,

           And forget all about,

    That chill,

        Crawls right up your spine.

     Let it dig in its claws,

        And race though your soul,
 
    A welcomed embrace,

         Again and again,

    Within this abyss,

          Were burning it all,

   With a pathological,

     conscious control.
    

Honesty vs Reality

Our first reaction,
    is the most honest,

   Which,
      is immediately followed by,
           A retraction,

   This revision,
        Is a calculated decision,
           of what is considered,
         acceptable behavior,

           This can only be learned,
       through the observation,
                      of  a constantly evolving,
                surrounding.

Just Because

Were shooting people, 
     Just,
         Because...

   Like its something to do,
      Because we can't decide,
         On something better,

      And what can I say,
   That I'm surprised,
                 Disappointed?

   No,
     I'm Not,

   I can point the finger,
in any such direction,
      But thats just entertainment,
   These days,

    Placing blame,
  Speculation, 
     Isn't what solves problems,

  That's the news job now,
to report,
     rather then create,

  But,
    I can't tell some days,
all I see are fingers,

Teaching: The Next Mindless Generation.

   We must modify them,
 The way they think,
   To protect them,
 From themselves,

   Whatever the cost,
        We will protect the future,
   By destroying who they would become,
         Expelling any preconceived  evil,

  Jokes are no longer tolerated,
In the classroom,
   In the workplace,
 Zero tolerance is the new norm,

       I often wonder if I'm to blame...

   There is a price to pay,
 For these broad sweeping forms,
  Millions in jail,
    Left to rot like forgotten rats in a dungeon,

 Their minds turning to mush,
   With protruding bones,
 Drinking the toilet shine,
With their brother that were left behind,

        They should have learned,
     When they were children,
          Taught to read and write,
        Only to find out that learning was a blight,

A way to wash out the fun,
   of cops and robbers,
      Tug of war,
 Blown away the competitive games to 1984.

  But when the money runs out,
 No one really cares,
    The bully is back,
       To protect us from stupidity's reform.

Where our loved ones go....

    I'm Slowly losing consciousness,
  Slipping into the abyss,
          Where all thoughts go,
        A Reality Twist,

I can't decide,
    Which is real,
   or which is fake,
  But I'll soon find out if I awake,
     
   I know this seems pleasant,
     talking and walking,
    the sun rise,
      the warmth on my face,

With A deep breath,
  I close my eyes,
     and i'm back in bed,
    dazed, dizzied, confused,

I'm I here,
   Do I exist,
 So many feelings,
       I can't resist,

  I fade to green,
    A grassy field,
   and endless expanse,
     from reel to reel,

    I see old friends,
That have been gone,
   for a while,
       Died long ago... Long long ago...

I think,
  Is this real?
    Do you exist?

I ask them,
       Can I stay?
    Forever this way?

    In time,
      they say,
  you'll have no choice,
      but enjoy your visit,
     every now and then.

                  We'll be waiting.