I’ve been sleeping in the basement
Slipping through the cosmos
Spiraling complacent
Almost
Almost
With the winds
The curtain drifts
My conscious lifts
And paradigm shifts
I chance a glance outside my shroud
And see lights dance behind a cloud
There are sky truths to be found
Much more to life than what’s on ground.
One Boy’s Winter Curiosity
As the orange sled’s journey ends
I roll onto my back
The stars shine in the heavens
But why does one zig-zag ...
That star streaking swiftly northwest
Swerving left and right
Sharply round the rest of them
Then slipping out of sight?
Nothing Natural
Shhh. There's a sound I've never heard
And a feeling too familiar.
For safety's sake,
I must take
Precautions against slumber.
Aloft
Too many times in my teens
I’d awaken to find
A blow to my mind
Unusual scenes
Drifting above
The bed where I slept
Suddenly swept
Up from gravity’s glove
Other times waking
In some other room
To begin to assume
Is an undertaking
Out of my bed
And floating the halls
Passing through walls
As if I was dead
This was not by my choice
Not a thing I’d condone
I knew I wasn’t alone
Though, for there was a voice
One night as I felt
My self separate
And my soul levitate
And reality melt
It bellowed my name
With a cold, bass, ring
I couldn’t do anything
And unwillingly came
I can’t remember the rest
Of that eerie night
I have no hindsight
But, maybe that’s best
buzzticktickticktickhum
creakticktickticktickhum
crackleticktickticktickhum
whooshticktick hush hush
In My Backyard
A summer’s night, dimly starred.
I’m in the kitchen. Something’s in the backyard.
My senses scream out, "Stand on guard!"
I’m in the kitchen. Someone’s in the backyard.
My heart beats heavy, quick, and hard.
I’m in the kitchen. Who’s in the backyard?
Childlike creatures, slight, and charred.
I’m in the kitchen. They’re in the backyard.
They’re there in the backyard. In my backyard.
The Tumbler
An aureate orb
Arcs overhead
Slowly spinning
Shifting Hue
From blue
To white
And then
To red
(What now
Is red
Turned white
From blue).
Summer Hill
It was a mystery why that trail we followed
That wound through woods that darkness swallowed
Why did we climb that hill that night
And lay our blanket beneath starlight?
It was strange that the summer chorus was hush
The crickets and critters that hide in the bush
The breeze that whips through the trees was still
As she and I stargazed upon the hill
It was queer how we peered up oblivious
To the surreal stillness surrounding us
Our warm skin showered with thick insect spray
But it couldnt keep their kind away
What happened next, we can't quite explain
On the hill at the end of the dusty lane
We weren't alone, of that we were sure
Bug men! But the rest, we just wonder
Visit from a Pallid Man
He brings me a book
look, he says, look
I won't take the hook
look look
I'm shaken, I'm shook
look look
look look
look!
Charred Gray
Some wonder why I sleep by day.
At night, I shun my pillow.
I’m plagued by creatures of charred gray
And, where they come from, I don’t know.
At night they come to take me away -
Don’t want to leave, don’t want to go.
But, even if I beg to stay,
Does it matter?
No.
No.
No.
How can you preach and bang your drum
And try to tell me where they’re from?
How can you tell me that they care?
To put it plainly, you weren’t there.
Angel
I was very alone
Seems I’m always alone
When they come to me
In their silent tone
The three little men
Had brought me a friend
Why they did, I’m not sure
I felt so sorry for her
It was very dark
Seems it’s always dark
When they come to me
Cold and stark
She was thin and pale
Sallow and stale
I named her Angel
And they bid me farewell
It was very late
Seems it’s always late
When they come to me
In my weary state
Me & You
You bestow me
You rob me
You watch me
You ignore me
You protect me
You cut me
You soothe me
You frighten me
You energize me
You exhaust me
You enlighten me
You confuse me
You take me
You deliver me
You know me
Revolve
If you don't tell me,
I won't make it easy.
I won't go along
If I don't know from wrong.
As I tread into tomorrow,
From been, through am, to be,
I will always turn it inside-out
And raise the mercury.
Nocturnauts
When I was young
I saw the sun
As firewall and friend.
Allied against the nocturnauts
Interloping know-not-whats
Who’d come calling at days end.
Until the daunters said don’t fear
For faithfully they would be here
Often by bedside.
That from my future’s whence they hail
And their passings in moonlight pale
Hadn’t harmed me ‘til I died.
And even as I entered death
Years from now, my final breath
Eased me into common ground
The nocturnauts and I had found.
Hinterland
As I walked past the dead trees
And evergreens of winter breeze
The homes had dimmed their glow
As I walked along the frozen lake
And brushed away collecting flakes
Of softly blowing snow
I passed a modest house of gray
With a man so strange in the driveway
A charcoal skinned and blue-eyed being
Small but peering and all-seeing
He spoke to me inside my mind
And warned me that the road would wind
"Your path shall snake, so know your friends
From highwaymen as the road bends"
I was floating through
Eyes cerulean blue
And now that I’m on true confessions
I miss you
To my Friends
On a Saturday at someone's home
Or by email or telephone
My friends and I will work things out
We'll work it out, together.
The victims of abuse and
The explorers free to choose
My friends and I
We'll work things out
Will work it out, together.
Slipping through the cosmos
Spiraling complacent
Almost
Almost
With the winds
The curtain drifts
My conscious lifts
And paradigm shifts
I chance a glance outside my shroud
And see lights dance behind a cloud
There are sky truths to be found
Much more to life than what’s on ground.
One Boy’s Winter Curiosity
As the orange sled’s journey ends
I roll onto my back
The stars shine in the heavens
But why does one zig-zag ...
That star streaking swiftly northwest
Swerving left and right
Sharply round the rest of them
Then slipping out of sight?
Nothing Natural
Shhh. There's a sound I've never heard
And a feeling too familiar.
For safety's sake,
I must take
Precautions against slumber.
Aloft
Too many times in my teens
I’d awaken to find
A blow to my mind
Unusual scenes
Drifting above
The bed where I slept
Suddenly swept
Up from gravity’s glove
Other times waking
In some other room
To begin to assume
Is an undertaking
Out of my bed
And floating the halls
Passing through walls
As if I was dead
This was not by my choice
Not a thing I’d condone
I knew I wasn’t alone
Though, for there was a voice
One night as I felt
My self separate
And my soul levitate
And reality melt
It bellowed my name
With a cold, bass, ring
I couldn’t do anything
And unwillingly came
I can’t remember the rest
Of that eerie night
I have no hindsight
But, maybe that’s best
buzzticktickticktickhum
creakticktickticktickhum
crackleticktickticktickhum
whooshticktick hush hush
In My Backyard
A summer’s night, dimly starred.
I’m in the kitchen. Something’s in the backyard.
My senses scream out, "Stand on guard!"
I’m in the kitchen. Someone’s in the backyard.
My heart beats heavy, quick, and hard.
I’m in the kitchen. Who’s in the backyard?
Childlike creatures, slight, and charred.
I’m in the kitchen. They’re in the backyard.
They’re there in the backyard. In my backyard.
The Tumbler
An aureate orb
Arcs overhead
Slowly spinning
Shifting Hue
From blue
To white
And then
To red
(What now
Is red
Turned white
From blue).
Summer Hill
It was a mystery why that trail we followed
That wound through woods that darkness swallowed
Why did we climb that hill that night
And lay our blanket beneath starlight?
It was strange that the summer chorus was hush
The crickets and critters that hide in the bush
The breeze that whips through the trees was still
As she and I stargazed upon the hill
It was queer how we peered up oblivious
To the surreal stillness surrounding us
Our warm skin showered with thick insect spray
But it couldnt keep their kind away
What happened next, we can't quite explain
On the hill at the end of the dusty lane
We weren't alone, of that we were sure
Bug men! But the rest, we just wonder
Visit from a Pallid Man
He brings me a book
look, he says, look
I won't take the hook
look look
I'm shaken, I'm shook
look look
look look
look!
Charred Gray
Some wonder why I sleep by day.
At night, I shun my pillow.
I’m plagued by creatures of charred gray
And, where they come from, I don’t know.
At night they come to take me away -
Don’t want to leave, don’t want to go.
But, even if I beg to stay,
Does it matter?
No.
No.
No.
How can you preach and bang your drum
And try to tell me where they’re from?
How can you tell me that they care?
To put it plainly, you weren’t there.
Angel
I was very alone
Seems I’m always alone
When they come to me
In their silent tone
The three little men
Had brought me a friend
Why they did, I’m not sure
I felt so sorry for her
It was very dark
Seems it’s always dark
When they come to me
Cold and stark
She was thin and pale
Sallow and stale
I named her Angel
And they bid me farewell
It was very late
Seems it’s always late
When they come to me
In my weary state
Me & You
You bestow me
You rob me
You watch me
You ignore me
You protect me
You cut me
You soothe me
You frighten me
You energize me
You exhaust me
You enlighten me
You confuse me
You take me
You deliver me
You know me
Revolve
If you don't tell me,
I won't make it easy.
I won't go along
If I don't know from wrong.
As I tread into tomorrow,
From been, through am, to be,
I will always turn it inside-out
And raise the mercury.
Nocturnauts
When I was young
I saw the sun
As firewall and friend.
Allied against the nocturnauts
Interloping know-not-whats
Who’d come calling at days end.
Until the daunters said don’t fear
For faithfully they would be here
Often by bedside.
That from my future’s whence they hail
And their passings in moonlight pale
Hadn’t harmed me ‘til I died.
And even as I entered death
Years from now, my final breath
Eased me into common ground
The nocturnauts and I had found.
Hinterland
As I walked past the dead trees
And evergreens of winter breeze
The homes had dimmed their glow
As I walked along the frozen lake
And brushed away collecting flakes
Of softly blowing snow
I passed a modest house of gray
With a man so strange in the driveway
A charcoal skinned and blue-eyed being
Small but peering and all-seeing
He spoke to me inside my mind
And warned me that the road would wind
"Your path shall snake, so know your friends
From highwaymen as the road bends"
I was floating through
Eyes cerulean blue
And now that I’m on true confessions
I miss you
To my Friends
On a Saturday at someone's home
Or by email or telephone
My friends and I will work things out
We'll work it out, together.
The victims of abuse and
The explorers free to choose
My friends and I
We'll work things out
Will work it out, together.
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