The Place That Dosen’t Exist
Some say not all those who wander are lost.
I do not agree.
For I can tell that those who say it
Haven’t looked, or simply cannot see.
Because when you look inside
A wanderer’s soul, a wanderer's eyes,
It is easily seen how lost one is able to be.
For deep, deep down inside those eyes-
Protected by the skull,
Hidden within the brain,
And well concealed by the soul,
Is a whole other world.
It may be a forest.
It may be a field.
For some it’s a sea.
Others might have a maze.
Some could even have a small town.
But is is a place that is their own.
A place they want to be.
A place that once you are inside,
Makes you want to never leave.
A place that wherever it is,
One thing does not change
And that is the pain you can so clearly see.
From sad mockingbirds’ songs
To the towns’ absent ‘ding-dongs’
It will reverberate
From the breeze, waves, and walls.
Yes, you heard correct
That sorrowful, sad, sound
Is the place calling to be found.
You hear the loss,
And anguish,
And grief;
And the absence
Of the wanderer
That the place knows belongs.
For you see,
That is the real reason we wander.
So that we might find
The place that doesn’t exist.
This is why we are so lost,
Lost forever.
Looking for the place we belong.
The place we yearn to be.
The place that cries, to us, for us.
That place that doesn't exist.
We are lost forever in this world
And we know it.
We are lost but we don’t want to be found.
We are lost and we know we need to seek;
Even if in our heart;
We know we never will.
Yet we still try-
We still look.
We still listen.
We still take that extra glance
Whenever something seems amiss;
When something just isn’t right.
Just wanting,
Hoping,
Praying,
That we will find the evidence,
The proof we want to be there-
The proof we know is not there,
Of the place that doesn't exist.
The Earth’s Sad Song
The ground does sing it’s song to me.
Most of the time her song is sad.
Does she sing her song to thee?
A song, pretty, but still a shade of what it used to be.
It used to sing so loud, so clear.
A beautiful song for all to hear, if they paused to listen.
Now it is sad, inspiring fear.
We can not fix that sound so distant.
Maybe if you chose to cease all the other things
Continuing on in your head, and finally pause to listen in.
You may find you can hear that sad song as it clings
To the few that will still care, not if it dies, but when.
So do you hear the earth’s sad song?
No? How sad. Has it stopped?
The Fox And The Ox
A young fox
And a young ox
Both spring and spry
Were not expecting, that day,
To die.
they were the most inseparable around-
And insufferable.
Making trouble all over town,
Until one day the village said, “We must crack down!”
On this young bull,
Causing so much damage.
He causes way more than his pocketful
Of trouble
Every day.
And his friend fox.
Not even old pops,
The neighborhood good guy likes him.
“Yes, we could throw them in the lake as they can't swim.”
“It would be a good joke,”
Just for that day
The even worse folk
Of that town did say.
So they caught them both
In clever traps.
And although the ox and the fox made an oath,
Their captors only joked and said “perhaps,”
Before they threw them into the river.
And although they struggled so
And tried to keep their heads afloat
The evil trio just said, “Stop pretending, Let it go.”
Not realizing neither foxes nor oxen were able to swim.
A young fox
And a young ox
Both spring and spry
Were not expecting, that day,
To die.
We Are All Broken
When we are born, we are all broken.
We shatter the moment we open our eyes.
We are all but a billion tiny pieces-
like a puzzle of irrelevant fragments.
Then we might see our mothers,
or a least the ones who stood by as we were birthed
and one of our fragments may click into place.
Slowly but surely we find ourselves slowly becoming whole.
Eventually thouse fragments make pieces
those pieces might make a half
and before the very end, if you're very lucky,
you may even get to be whole
From the day we are born we are all but a puzzle
one that takes time and care to put together
but with enough effort we may yet complete it,
we may become that amazing person we are destined to become.
Before the Start of the Storm
Before the start of the storm, I began to wonder.
Before the start of the storm, I said a quick prayer.
Before the start of the storm, I wandered the house.
Before the start of the storm, I warmed my back by the fire.
Before the start of the storm, I made a cup of hot coffee.
Before the start of the storm, I baked a delicious batch of cookies.
Before the start of the storm, I found myself beginning to get sleepy.
Before the start of the storm, I ran up to my room.
Before the start of the storm, I was snuggled in under the covers,
but by the time the storm ended, I was dead.
Grief
No, why? She didn't!
I swear, she's still safe and sound!
Just the other day,
She was so perfectly safe.
I said, "no way that she's gone!"
No way! I hate you!
I hate everyone! She's gone!
All because of you!
How could you let this happen!
I swear, this is all your fault!
Come on! Like I said,
I will give you anything!
I just want her back.
There's nothing I wouldn't do,
Just would you please, give her back?
Why would I ever?
Why did I ever? Do it,
Anything, at all?
Just let me sit here and cry.
I told you, I want nothing.
Every night I pray,
For her, and for me, you see,
I finally know,
And accept that she's gone now,
My one and only true love.
Me -vs- You
Oh my soul,
It's torn in two-
One part of Me,
One part You.
It’s like a mirror
Made of broken glass
With only one me looking in
But way too mant staring back
You say you’re always there for me
But that is not the way I see
You are cruel, you are mean!
I dont want you as a part of me
I was full of laughter; full of fun...
But now look what have you done?
I now stand up here- Oh! So high.
And you keep yelling at me to jump, and die
But I’m not ready, not today.
I finally manage to banish you away!
I will live; I will laugh!
Without your cruel catcalls behind my back
Because from this day on I swear I’m free;
You are no longer a part of me!