Post by rrw on Oct 24, 2008 12:32:09 GMT -5
Just a sad-eyed boy,
lost between the faith and joy
wondering each and everyday
what comes, what may?
...And the old men sit, play chessand wonder where the day has gone.
From far above the world
seems very small... still
I long to feel it once more
between my toes,
its winds rustling
the long hairs
of my red goatee
and maybe smell
its gentle flowers
before the universe
reclaims me...
There was I time
I loved the sun,
to stare within its
yellow eye.
But time has passed
and now I find
my soul somewhat
blind... now all I care
to gaze upon ...
are stars...
Far too often
I feel the universe
tugging at my coat...
Is this... is this all she wrote
for my small life?
Will there be another one?
Just one more... one less fettered
by a simple minded being
who seems to always laugh...
when I weep.
Maybe, yes! Maybe not!
Not sure I care a lot...
But one must count his mysteries
as much as one counts miseries,
for to dream too little is just as bad
as dreaming way too much!
If so-in-so does such-in-such
his whole life through
will it show in permanent scars
across his soul, like stains upon his pants?
Will God go, "Egad! I knew you were
that type of lad...! Disobeyed your mommy
as she sadly swore, 'Always wear
clean underwear... You never know
who's watching!'
BOO! Hee!
Somtimes I feel the darkness call me,
like a mother calls her son...
It is here within her arms
where life will end,
where life had begun.
There's me!
And then
there's me,
the winter thoughts
that rage against the trees,
the dreams, the mornings
born in shadow.
and 
all
time for me 
echoes, hope you all are doing well 
