Waves

All kinds for all minds

White caps; tsunami's and killer tubes

Pounding rhythm and song with a salty taste

I see the sun shine and life ain't no waste!

So ride on comrades, friends, lovers and foes

I'll meet you at the next heat for some competition woes

And on and on it goes

Waves of life; ride on bros!

Explode

I fall apart somewhere between here and there; right and wrong.

Wish I were a canary; I'd put it into song.

A song no normal soul could hear.

Would that dissipate my fear?

Putting back the puzzle that's me is a crazy mad hatter's panic frenzy.

Every time before I make it out alive; sometimes with a heap of other's envy.

I don't enjoy the empath sense.

I pick up too much; it's not common sense.

So a collage not a puzzle I become

a work of art

 

There is only one.

Retro

I don't fit in with the rich and haughty.

Ha! ha! I'm far too naughty-

Accused and tried  in courts of law

By those who feel above it all

Come on! Lie down in my trench.

Your tears will cause you to drench.

A life you snide.

Pride for pride.

I put you aside.

Voice

How can you melt me with your voice?

Or force me shaking behind my shield?

Funny we are given such a powerful instrument in our playing field.

More powerful than the sword or gun.

Those wounds are fatal or heal quickly in one.

Words and their decibel do petrify; they make people jump off buildings, crucify.

They are brought to their knees in a graveyard of the dead.

I don't know if they will ever be 100% of anything in their head.

I know they are not alone; even though they are torn.

So many soldiers bear arms.

These warriors are silent, yet march on.

I see you; I hear you; I am wiping your tears.

Fly away sweet child, this is the sum of all fears.

For you are made for more.

Lose the madness, lick your wounds, be sore.

Begin again, morphed; a sculpture of ice.

A diamond from coal.

Remember your soul.

Nothing

You monster! You thief! You muse! You Chief!

To love and hate something as one is splitting and never forgetting and always forgiving.

You are a space; a realm that rests my soul.

I used to cry over you; now you can make me whole.

So among the chimes and rhymes and chatter of life.

I escape to a corner that seems to have no light.

In that darkness I close my eyes and look within to realize.

Realize.

Sound

How melancholy or high octave that forced breath lingering can be.

Brings excitement or tears, sounds favorite form is song: as art!

When she tunes up; the racehorses snort.

What a siren; a tease so at ease.

Gentlemen are a joke and at her fingertips: please

Making love to the mic is her passion as artist.

So sound likes song; and song likes rain. Some people complain…but sound as song will always ring and reign.

Talk

We spoke in hushed tones of skin on skin.

A silent convo; unfinished lyric.

I think it's waiting somewhere in the black hole of the sky.

I predict it will stay there; musically.

I see it should.

I reach for the stars; but that black hold will swallow you.

Whole.