We Keep Walking

Along the path, walking so nervously
searching in the darkness for
some signs of footprints of
past persons plodding along in
a similar fashion to mine

The edge of the trail is
more of a fading off and
a splitting at points that
makes me wonder if I
still remain on the trail or not

Stopping at the forks my
mind meanders down the trail a
ways until it fades of as
if it was a mistake or
as if another animal made it

But there seems to be a point
that you ask yourself if any
of these are trails at all but
just some patches of padded plants that
have been placed there as worldy dreams

Dreams of people ordering themselves
Dreams of reasons creating order
Dreams of ideas put in motion

Then I stop and realize that
this is just the way things happen and
trails can seem to be where only animals once
trolled about and wind softly
pressed plants into chasms and canyons

for us to attempt to
walk through
until we find the
end and
remember
their
order-
less-
ness

Slaves of our Intuition

The saving grace of liberty
Is all I'll really ever need
no god, no king, will guide me home
the nature of things are set in stone

Pass before your enslaver
slap his wrists, spit and curse
show them all that you're first
and none of them can treat you worse

Don't pay your taxes, don't pay rent
Pay to those of which have sent
there's nothing people will not believe
these days are filled with slavery

Put down your knife and fork
consumerism has you caught
pick up the banner hold it high
give the workers all they're rights!

Need

i look to the stars for the truth
thoughts of our love pass through
not a moment goes by without you
if only my mind could set loose

i need you

come home baby ill put soup on
we can talk till midnight or one
i just need you by my side
makin my life a joyful ride

i need you

master anything you wanna do
i dont care what we lose
i just need to be alone with you
at night at night through and through

the strong whisper

G----------D----------A
north by south i move on
G---------------D-----------A
striving for my past to be gone
G-------D-------------A
choral hymns will be sung
G-----------------D--------------A(5fr.)
they'll never forgive what i've done

march past my grave i find a seal
marking the piont where i'll feel
strong like reinforced steel
raging with much endless zeal

these are the days of needless pain
where birds will fall in numbers slain
where nights grow darker from blood stains
when houses shatter from endless rain

the whisper is strong enough to hear
but quiet enough that i fear
someone is always in the rear
watching and waiting for a tear

More than is needed

More than is needed is what I want.
So that memories of late can go without me.
To the land of discovery that I fought
Many years ago in a land past the seas.
But when one thinks of this thing I discuss
There comes a meaning that is dull and hard
That it becomes needed to just live and let trust
What was lost and weary of all of my scars
One cannot fight the demons from below
Because it seems obvious of there own agony
We must be kind and let their pain swallow
So that the answers we need will all be free.
Whence I came it seemed so soft
And smooth that I wanted the sky
My feelings were kind to ideas I hold oft
But it is time that we just stop fighting and try
Otherwise what we all want
Will be held captive above
These nights thrown from beyond
Pushing through with endless love.

Young Man

When I was a young man
I played my cards right
When I was a young man
I knew it ain't right
When I was a young man
there was no hope in sight
WHen I was a young man
I let my rage take flight

Marked Entry

Passing through
Just passing through
we all have wants and needs
where can we see
what will grow into trees?
passing truth
the passing truth

Mesmerizing Muffins

Tasty muffins, meet my mouth.
Searching for places to elate and break out!
Once more i chew, and i meet with much taste.
But where can i go without this sensuous paste!
I am lost without it, and I always think about it.
But whenever I have it, my mind becomes so clouded!
OH my temtuous muffin! How I adore your wonderful stuffin'.
If only I could continue to eat you till I lay in my coffin!