Famous in Death (sept. 8 2010)

I lived the life that only I will ever know,

Not to be missed, 

I was captured by the hopeless abyss,

Adorned with clothes that were not my own,

And the locket in my pocket, 

Is an injustice shown,

That life was never fair to me,

I knew that life would not forever last,

Never to reconcile my past,

Is not something that I could ever change,

And so forever took my bath, 

In the everlasting cast of dirt and shame,

Vincent Van Gogh, Henry Thoreau, and Edgar Allen Poe,

Were never thought of until their bodies had grown unto grass,

And their souls had forever passed,

To now truly stand in the light of what lies behind,

The blackest question of time,

If they could,

Or if they would,

Warn us not to live a life of the same,

To be what seems to be,

An existence without a purpose,

Or to purposefully purpose,

An existence of our own?

If I could truly see, what I really wish to see,

Would I then wish that I had not wished to see?

The answers may not even exist,

And so this may only be a dream to wish that,

When I go,

I only want to know,

That someone, somewhere,

Still remembers my name.

Master the Craft (sept. 8 2010)

Master the craft,

And the heart of the hand hardens in the flame,

Bend the boards and carve the oars,

So the family can sleep and never see, the evil things he dreams,

To hang his head over the bottoms of bottles,

Swallowed in an ocean of greed, 

Left at sea to never achieve, 

Glorious deeds bequeathed to sons unseen in beds asleep,

Stringers for strength and bulkheads to break,

The ship that he makes must take and take,

Never to shake, it cannot shake,

For sailors must sail with confidence and faith,

Their lives they trust in the ones that wake,

And make and make and make,

Stitch the sail, and canon the gunwale, 

For the crowds, they praise the flags politicians raise,

While their sons they brave, set forth by hate,

To change and change and change,

Their lives will burn by the flames of fate,

And their eyes will take what they cannot take,

But the ship is strong, and carries wrecked souls on,

Back home to where they had grown and known,

To become hypnotized by a child’s naive smile,

And beguile and beguile and beguile, 

The past will pass, if they learn to master the craft,

So the fathers they teach and their sons they reach, 

Because the oceans are black and deep,

And ache to call them back to the 

World they do not yet understand. 

Sun Cast (sept. 8 2010)

Find the bird under a tree 

Smell the roses with your ear

Sing the song my eyes don’t fear

Mountain hid beneath the earth

Seas rise up for the spaceship sub

Kiss the lips and taste my touch

Skyline waves and moonlit quakes

Ghosts, bed sheets, and dreams pull me near

Pull me near, pull me near, pull me near

Stumble and fall over heavens gate

Cherry tree river blossoms

Fish asleep in the rushing wake

Acorn nuts beneath buffalo skin love

String strung taught and fires erupt

Hawk claws cling the grass its green

Fly higher run faster the moonlight sparkle

And the sun cast under the clouds we run

Under the clouds we run, we run, we run

Ghosts, bed sheets and dreams pull me near

Pull me near, pull me near, pull me near