The sky was once blue
The water was once clean
The rain…well…it didn’t burn
And there was grass, green grass.
I remember a thing called tree,
And wishing the summer days would last.
I remember the outdoor smell
Before the scent of grime.
I remember fish that swam,
Before the layer of oil.
I remember a world of light.
Before the world lost the fight.
Shed a tear
The end is near.
I sit in silence
let my eyes wander in reverence
across the sky looking for guidance
blue and cloud creating its own magnificence
My eyes wander again in silence
across the meadow of grass and violets
breeze on my face and nature’s incense
the world so immense
I sit in silence
in a sweet benevolence
I show my deference
smiling more than once
Is it too much to walk on a path of thorns
When the well-travelled road is like industrial porn
Is it wrong to refuse the shoes
When they were bought in endless queues
Is it okay to swim against the tide
Rather than accept they lied
Is it out of style to sing out loud
A different song sung by the crowd
Is it okay to be me
And remain myself and free
Is it wrong to want to be odd
When most worship the golden god
Is it too much for me to want more
Than what is churned out by the media whore
Is it okay to question the status quo
Than to drown while going with the flow.
Lean toward the right
just a bit out of sight
feel my gaze search for you
in that shadow that is a bit new
if you lean toward the right
there is a chance I might
see you in that dark place
see the beauty left on your face
put away the fury of the past
step into the light at last
and let me see the you I know
don’t be afraid to finally show
the you that was once full of light
make the move to the right
end the long drawn out chase
accept the warm and tender grace
a shadow will fade away
along with the last of the grey
a smile shall shine through
and I will be with you.
Like a flicker in the night
your eyes seemed to sparkle
your smile seemed to shine
your skin glowed
your breath a ribbon of light
your hair like sun rays
your touch flashed lightning
and the dark was gone
no need to hide
no need to worry about monsters
no blindness for the sightless man
no whispers never heard
no tears drying in the sand
the light of you
made me soar.
I am not a wise man
though I lean to the pretend.
I am not a strong man
though my face can scare at times.
I am not a rich man
but I am loved by those that care.
I am not a thin man
and I do not obsess on self.
I am not a violent man
in fact I prefer to make you laugh.
I am just a man
That sees himself
in a reality based on fact
I am a man
Like me or not
I will remain me, without an act.
Do what you may
in that undiscovered corner
that quiet dark place
covered in dust
forgotten cloudy eyes
veiled in meaning
with questions still hanging
two feet under
drowning without water
Do what you may.