Plain Sight
I remember when I was
younger everything was fine like wine
and I couldn't tell the difference
how so many things could seem
right if the world noticed what's in plain sight
didn't know that fire and cold
you live by, they exist to let you feel
both in the splendor of comfort of warmth and breeze of the wind in presence of timeless innocence of water
ocean tides
the innate recollections of a return to stillness as the trees have more to say when my old patterns, prenotion, don't inquisite.
dumbfound to make articulate interests,
coherent is less than specific
present is lived in a free unmeasured second,
Minutes are a suprise to find meaningless
time.. time.. tied when moments leading to moments
is a recipe for existance?
method has always stood place
spontaneous, spontaneous, sponsor and give yourself a wake up call
when rehearsing lost its flare, and losing run its course.
Hiding in plain sight, And with new clothes, no longer hiding
Odd what I look like, one jacket, pair of shoes, pants. and shirt.
turns out I was never the person wearing the clothes.
I wore something else, something entirely different and there was me, another person
Discard
This is what the day has brought
the days that are good I forgot
what is special about me
is nothing
but in life there is something to be remembered
something to be forgotten
something to be kept
something to be discarded
I'm not waiting for the snare
if I'm not waiting for people
god will increase my yield
and signs and images
will not replace what is
always there
So much can be easily
dispoiled
without one realising it
Its best to stay positive
and to stay positive
I have to be clean
and alert
Breathing Instead of Lies
Well atleast I get to see the show
and its good like I know
chance we meet, the person writing this
won't recognize me
like to have some life improvement
simplifying my perception
my vacation is a regular day
finally got back to caring
off to better things
though far away
For a guy who blew it
can really use it
properly, exit quietly
alive , confidence , passive
who cares who sees me
who cares I'm breathing
trade my words
for the warmth of breathe
reaching in the forest
a moment brightens red
a place I found rest, I felt it once
a sigh of embarassment, spent so many years
trying to be alone. people I noticed brushed up on me, distant relatives, wish they'd knew me.
manage stress, manage bills, manage to live to feel something real thats worth emotion, more than I care to give away
priceless, the day that changed me
whatever way was broken, it was worth being homeless
I see how simple it was, and yet simple still is.
to come back to who I am, thought I'd never see again. I thought I lost
my only friend and couldn't afford to mourn someone only I would notice
the only one who asked how I am, and didn't judge me for answering honestly.
I'm not well and theres someone who didn't walk away
He knew me and yet I forgot he ever existed
a fable for listening attentive ears?
a role model for the fatherless?
Someone to know as I grow older
sometimes life leaves an answer to all my whys
forgotten, a trampled memory.
of someone who was on their way to being someone I know is me
collided in the wrecklessness of an aging desperate who saw an opportunity impatient to get to it before I knew I had developed potential and realize it.
crash colliding reaching far
the person I knew, never again did I see but drowning, buried in a bad dream of disable, handicap gesturing. a part of a life no longer any way
to notice that it was, once the best I could hope to remember. me, my best. is the past, a grave. that never cries, facial muscles, and the head thats
left me with no reminder what personal space is like, I'm no longer, a me I can identify as nearing complete, coherent, feeling, distance is no such thing
in my permanent of being suprised but unable to notice the car accident I walked away from, too disoriented to assess the damage of what no longer there I can identify
my sensitive spirit excited to live
injured and never could believe he knew what it was like to be alive. sensitive no more, can barely recognize I wouldn't know what to do with more
or feel what its like