Everyone wants to touch someone
wants to know them in and out
wants to never have a fear or doubt
about the feelings others shun
Someone wants to reach out tonight
you wanna know if its you
you'd like to think they have the hots for you
but you can't tell if its right.
Don't be of what they say
the worse they could say is no
you know what you would like to be
but the best you could be is free
Don't let yourself get bound to things
don't let it tear you up
you know you'll get around to things
so don't get down on your luck
if you let worries drag you down to the ground
you're just gonna get stuck and then
you'll never come round
don't dig your own holes,
try to get out of your space
cause you know everything's all just a big rat race
so don't sweat it when they don't reach out
it may just be that they have some doubts
work it out between you and yourself
and you'll be happy in the end.
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Walking through the forest
and the trees whisper pass,
as I pass through the forest
one path after the last.
Walked over the hill
and I bumped into you,
"Hello, how are you,
another one of the few
good people I liked to meet,
why won't you stay and eat
a meal with me?"
"Sorry, that'd be a treat, but you see
I'm a man who's walking through this wilderness
passing one tree never the last,
and I'll miss
you when
I pass onto the next,
but I can't stop and wait for a rest"
Feeling like I'm moving
away from regrets,
always towards something new
wishing I could stay
with some of those I've met,
but it wouldn't be true
to me on my way through the wilderness
looking for something else
going some where i don't quite know where yet
but I'm not sure I'd find it with you.
Doesn't mean it wasn't nice
to meet you just now
but I've still got a long way to go
and you know, I'm not sure how
I'm gonna get to where I wanna be at
but I'm glad I know I hope you'll be my friend
remember me when I go
because that's
what I like most about you
you like me and I like you
but we know
I'm not long for this land
so lets make the best of it while we can
because soon,
I'll be walkin through the wilderness
and the forest,
while the light grows less
bright, and then
I'll need a friend
to remember me with all the rest.
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Mexico
Their faces long their hands in their pockets
they walk across the wall
on a footbridge over a moat
they beg for my change and try to sell coke
in pharmacies and on the streets
their faces long with jaundice
the merchants call from their tiny stalls
their throats must be hoarse but I note
the mud in the streets the dogs on the run
the drummers that beat and the guitarists that strum
the man on a wheelchair at a traffic light
the shoe polishers that fight
to clean my boots
and the man who offers me his sister
then his brother
perhaps for food.
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Pacific Coast Highway
If it wasn't for the wind
being as cool as it is
or the heat being as friendly as it is
these things could maybe singe
my arm resting on the window of the car
i don't care what state my hair is in
i don't care how much sand is in
my shoes and my head is in
a glistening state of bliss
absolutely nothing is amiss
we stopped and ate some thai food
we walked on beaches clean and nude
we gawked at waves and awed and oohed
we talked to no one quite as rude
as those at home unable to compare the beautiful fable
we were in
why'd I leave?
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Knights whisper through the brushing shrubs
their swords rushing out the scabbard runs
with blood trailing through the gutter, rusted
their clothes clean, their hair back, weapons are mustered
through the dark and pale dusk, their jerkins cover
the arms that wield the sword that defends their lovers
with a swift and shrieking sound death
willows over their souls like a breath
lost forever and echoed back again
they can be nothing else but noble men
only in justice do they raise the blade
that cleaves through villains and truly made
their purpose sure; but with allure
the windswept cries of war are heard
when the grass stops blowing and the light now fades
on this dismal field of pain.
When bodies lay still and life flows cold
freshly strewn from hearts of old
evils that are now vanquished; and with amidst
apraisal, the swords are sheathed, and a fist
of defiance from the enemy rolls
open now, dipped in the blood bathed bitter shoals.
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I stood on the cliff and watched the sea
roll back and forth and into me;
it waited awhile, and greeted me kindly,
wept over my heart, and sobbing, it finaly
recieved what it gave, and then the sand
pillowed my fall when i chose to land
on the beach when I fell; for I lost my footing
and rested on twilight, so undeserving
the comforts it offered, and the stars laughed out loud
as the waves kissed my feet and admonished me, "stand proud"
so I rose to my feet; and rested my mind
and walked back without wishing to glance around behind.
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I took a walk through the winter brush
before the snow would turn to mush
the anorexic branches clung to my coat
and my boots upturned leaves lost when Winter wrote
a turn of the time,
covering the limes
and the fruit in a sudden blizzard,
the remarkable wizard
named Winter came to us
with frightening enchantments
that chilled our bones
and blew in our homes.
It's hexes blew over the whole of the realm
and we peered up at it's mighty and dark helm
which ominously posed, ruling from above
at the top of Mount Anchorage
we lived in the shadow of this virulent mount
but never could brave the face or the count
of time that rolled down to the day we surmised
that eventually we would meet our utter demise
in his spell; so we made our ascent
to plead our laments
and booming he laughed with a twisted smirk.
"You'll have to do better than that" he shirked.
And we blew back and rolled down
the mountain, but around
the horizon there rose
and watching we froze
at the sun which was rising
and a scream sounded, surprising
the hairs on our heads, at attention from tort
but the source of this report
was the king and wizard Winter
who's power had splintered
from the glares and the rays
of his enemy, who we praised.
And this was what we imagined
sitting in that chilly cabin,
while we waited for spring
and waited for the school bell to ring.
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I was irked at the sound of the life draining down
and shirked the tasks of the day to loaf around
but I found myself growing weaker as the days passed from
one to another; desperately throwing objects in a temper tantrum
I breathed in and a week passed,
breathed out, I was older
the feelings of youth began to smolder
and my age rose in a smoke that curled and did not last
and the truth of those that spoke mysteries before
rang through my head like a camphor
solvent that numbed my heart
and dulled my skull for all the parts
of my thoughts that led to this;
dread at age and sucumbed to remiss
what have you become? I asked myself
dogedly trudging abjectedly amiss
a slow march through the mud
glancing at sands and stars
by March I want to see new lands and be far
from this hole im in, dumb like cows chewing cud
a rut of sin, not to god but our
expectations of myself, mine, myselves and they
ramble about saying what I should do, all the live long day
I've come this far, it's been quite a way
but I'm definatly not here to stay
I'll walk on, tiredly at that, ignoring my kin
if only to escape the voice from within
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I'm sick of all the tepid lies
that clog one's ears and tantalize
your mind
I'd like to take a moment now
to contemplate the how and why
that you could find the gall to lie
to yourself, and then you shelf
the truth for the fantasy you are
uncouth and Laissez Faire
lets go out for a morning jaunt
take of the fat, your face gets gaunt
as we huff and puff the sharp cool air
man this is tough, life ain't fair
now we'll go back inside a bit
veg out and watch tv, and bitch
warm moist air curdles our lungs
well well well, now we're having fun
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We paused for coffee along a clacking boulevard
the yard of daisies in cottage windows swaying to the breeze
the frayed foam hushed stroking the slick wood walk
and danced up and down the islands and all about the keys
Then we set for a sailboat, a sloop set on the moor
stepping pass the drunken fishermen smoking cheap tobacco
they puffed and farted, and spat in the water
and we set on the jetty and set for morning glow
sliding with current along the rough pastel facade
of shops and straw hatted gentlemen with wives wearing summer dress
smiling, buying knicknacks, strolling along the boulavard
passing the keepers and sweepers in the shade playing chess
then our boat took a turn, and we moved on out
towards the harbor, stretching back in the light
we rested and chatted, content in company
and stayed there in the bay all day to the night.
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yeah i wrote all those and more
