02.13.04
Nostalgia
Another span nears an end
leaving a handful of memories,
I start to take another bend
to a different set of stories.
As I begin on my way
nostalgia, it creeps up again,
myriad emotions subsume me
Oh I want that feeling of pain.
11.20.03
(empty)
Walking down the road of life,
Through subtle shades of evening,
Orange haze daubed on the canvas,
As the sun lays down its wings.
Dangling tunes and psychedlic tones,
Cut the distance in my head,
Waiting for the night to fall,
As it’s lingering up ahead.
11.11.03
Rolling Thunder
Crashing strokes on silver steel,
kicking cadence at the heel.
Caressing beats slam the skin,
whispering rhythm through the din.
Hit the rim, missed a beat,
Applause! Its just a feat.
Thundering pedals hit the bass,
As the mosh, gently sways.
10.09.03
Groping for the One
Walk with me to the land unknown,
A labyrinth of hopes and dreams, they beckon.
The compass subsuming all directions known,
Come walk with me, oh you distant one.
Hold my hand and lead us through,
I am the leader, deceivingly though.
Sequestered in a labyrinth of emotions,
Show me the light, only the one.
Linked by an endless thread,
I’m searching for the path we tread,
The one we set our sights upon,
I haven’t seen you for eons long gone.
Come lay beside me my love,
Through galaxies shall we soar.
I’ve pined for you for decades of my life,
Now, Oh now, I cant stay anymore.
The rain is gone my path is parched,
Through leaves of autumn shall we walk,
Where not a single soul has marched,
To infinity and for eternity we’ll walk.
The Intoxicated Me
Darkness calls me in its hollow,
There’s neither pain nor any sorrow,
My sub-conscious is so entwined,
Like a body without a mind.
In times of loneliness and strife,
It shows the lighter side of life.
Takes the spirit to such a high,
Like a bird in a cloudless sky.
The distant lights they beckon me,
Inebriated in their caress I be.
In tri-state darkness is a friend,
Truly its the only friend.
Showing me visions that light cant see,
The enervated mind set free.
How, oh how did I despise,
The feeling that was called reprise.