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Waiting My watch has stopped Or so it seems right now My thoughts are drifting out of reach Alone Could it be true? Light in the darkness comes The night seems like it was only A dream

Moisture swirled in the air as I stood beneath a cerulean sky.  Facing west the static charge in the moisture was the only hint at the summer storm which had passed.  Turning north and east the storm was still in view.  Dark storm clouds towered forbiddingly above the majestic peaks that rimmed the valley.  Framing this ebony storm were twin rainbows, the entirety of their arcs revealed, one smaller and softer within the embrace of its glowing sister.  Upon this natural canvas bolts of lightning danced.  Jagged lines of untamed energy leapt past each other in a contest of beauty and power.  I stood still and wondered at the hand that could cr

Outside the clouds are dark and grey They invite me to come out and play I grab my raincoat and throw it on “What am I doing?” I ask myself Then put my raincoat back on the shelf I run outside to meet the coming storm The clouds have taken on an ominous form So I walk on through puddles galore To an incredibly delightful place With the rain splashing down on my face A refreshing shower on a warm spring day Always puts me in the mood to play My entire attitude is changed Some people may say that I am crazed But when in this place I am truly amazed I search carefully for the deepest puddle This always puts my parents i

And if I see myself on the shelf I may say, “Leave him there for another day.” For if I were to take him down He might get loose and run around

It’s twelve o’clock and your refrigerator’s running If you don’t catch it no one will It’s one o’clock and your faucet’s dripping If you don’t fix it the plumber will It’s two o’clock and your wife is snoring If you don’t poke her the cat will It’s three o’clock and your baby’s crying If don’t feed her your wife will It’s four o’clock and your floor’s creaking If you don’t stop it the morning will It’s five o’clock and your dog us barking If you don’t kill that possum a car will It’s six o’clock and your neighbor

The chickens are dead again Where has the fox gone? The barn is burning again Where has the cow gone? The silverware is missing again Where has the hand gone? The bed is lonely again Where has the wife gone? The brain is empty again Where has the bullet gone?

It’s 9:11 the time of crisis. As I press my face against the screen door And into a hundred pieces I wonder why I feel trapped When I know the door is unlocked And I am old enough to go outside. Where am I that I’ve arrived here? Why do I get lost so easily? Thoughts of things that don’t exist Flood my mind with distressing images. Campaigning for the life which is not lived I stare into all that death wished to be. No one cares about the hows of life Nor do they look into the world’s glass For fear that it is as they wanted. Disoriented, but I’m still following the line Even though the whole world

We used to swing together On the two swings in the park Just you and I dreaming big And reaching for the stars We used to sing together First nursery rhymes then rock ‘n’ roll Until you finally made it big And left me in the cold I tried to keep in touch with you But you said I brought you down What good is an old friend If all he does is hang around? I tried to find another friend Who was just as cool as you When all I really wanted Was the glory of my youth

Flower petals fall softly Covering the ground I dare not to walk on them But are they for me? Their beauty is just too great