My only extension
Roared of hypocracy
Idling in a low gear
Sunlight and one tear.
Yet the meaning rebounded
Off greying walls
That were held on by nails
No chance for escape.
But slowly it seeped in
With melting droplets
That rivers are made of
And deception is lost.
It would have made more sense
Had the locks been undone
But the height of the fence
Resisted the direction begun.
So the height was evaluated
Prospects were gathered
Witnesses were brought in
And a document was then signed.
Reduced then to tears
The paper found it’s owner
Lost in a myriad of fears
And a tall, tall fence to get over.
Like a joke
I have been replaying a soundtrack
Flickering through my brain,
Like still grass
Clear for me,
Better than most,
But still untrue
Amidst all that blue
Canopy of daylight.
Forgetting these distractions
Made a tear fall
For my ideals
Had become enveloped
And unjustly packed
Just as reverb plays me
Through a symphony
I have recalled my stereo
To monophonic simplicity
And begun to slow
This motion and flow.
I cried gold tears I had come to know
No more secrets inside this heart
Pure intention overcame my thought
A long lost truth and a button loose
On the esplanade of my everglade.
Growing reasons to never shade
All this time that has sped away,
So the tears they come and fold my day
Like ancient seasons always fade
In a grown up field and apple trees
Fruit of touch and the little seed
Waving in this midday breeze
And my luck caught in a tear.
What is the sadness we have in our life?
Work begun and living story;
A moment lost in peeling paint,
Lost as sand that blows.
When rhythm runs straight through thy soul,
Collapsing each fear in its spot.
Center my state around the pinnacle
Of rusting nail so beaten,
Cry again some sweet gold tears
Precious as rhododendron petals.
I shall not live in a desert;
My barren land doth not make clear,
Nor doth skies hold down tears.
No, abyss joins the delicate dance
Of wildflowers and hills
Vibrantly flowing down antelope runaways
And into the heart of my soul
That casts away tumbleweeds
Fearlessly, with purification
Given freely by water
– Plentiful and valuable elexir –
Escaping the death do us part.
Sometimes it is better off not writing,
Enclosed in a Tear soaked memory;
Our plans were always laid there bare,
Stone ground and visiting from afar.
I wish I could have seen you through,
There is no doubt it could have always been.
This sadness has my collarbone,
For I rest uneasily
When the wind blows like the sea
And you return to my memory.
I left you in the pleasant afternoon sunlight
You had opened up your heart to me at night
I had cried to you for many nights before
Until I dried up each of my lost thoughts
I had finally found you hidden in a room next door
But then it came to the time for me to leave
One day I had talked about before
You didn’t ask me to stay around some more
Though I knew, I could see it in your eyes
A look you gave me opening up the wildest sky
A midnight I had seen in the deepest of our hearts
When you had let me know I opened up the door
You wanted me to stay, you stood there for me naked
So I walked away, I turned the other way
A bridge I came to that said do not return
Upon the other side I looked behind, where I’d come from
I saw you standing there, tears in each your eyes
And then my heart bled out, it was our last goodbye
In the pleasant afternoon, midday sunlight.
I spoke in whispers I thought only you’d know how to hear
A call upon the window ledge that browns a little more each year
Three mountains on the horizon but only one brings you near
How many times can I watch, each time I see what I’ve never seen
Each time, each year the vision is as dear to me again
And sends drawing down my face one happily yet unspoken tear.