SPECTRUM
Nine thousand four hundred and ten
Obscure channels on your television set
I have obscure channels on my radar vision, yet
I’m not the gun
Would you be the one to Say that you think?
Take a drink;
See what has become of me and
What’s become of this world
The choices avaliable to me
Visibly slip back into the sea
You’ll stand by, by my side
And twiddle thumbs, watch as my spectrum corrodes
If you would close your eyes for a year, or
Maybe® three to be on the safe side,
Then open them again; all the colored things you’d
Missed would leave you surprised
Now, imagine if our world taught us to do this at the
Age of twenty-five, then
Forgot to send a reminder note, or
Say it was an April Fool’s joke, and we
Stayed that way for life
If we aren’t careful what we take away from ourselves
A sea of gray-on-gray will assault our optical senses
JUST AROUND THE CORNER
Mine eyes burn with the fire of
Blue and green ROOMS of humans
Hating and wanting
With LOVE in their HEARTS
Of gold and metal DRIVE
Me towards a place to change
HISTORY can’t affect what I WANT
To see in the FUTURE can’t change
The way I see the WORLD
„Lets me know
How small I really feel ABOUT
People who knew you
Just around the corner…
MIGHTIER THAN THE SWORD
Do you laugh at the futility of words?
Sent from across and through the world;
Little pieces of black and white,
Dancing on a page
Every shooting star we see is a
Planet tumbling once and for all
Into the sun and burning up
One day, as days are these
A distant child will see the Earth’s bright streak9 and
Wonder at what this means
The line in the sky and the gleam in her eye will say
Mightier Than The Sword
I heard third-hand that a friend who makes
The moon smile and the stars to shake laughing
Remembered us planning…
I thought she had forgotten
And the light stings on fragile eyes when the
Locked-away regions of my being are pried
Open on Tuesday with a shove and a slide, I’ll say
Mightier Than The Sword
Open our arms
Feel with our eyes
To love one another and never to die
Our shackles will crumble
A new generation
Feeling our power
Taking our stations
Against tyrrany and oppressive evil
Making our stand
Asking for confidence
Carry us forward
Our time is here
Because we are
Mightier Than The Sword!
Our hands are
Our feet are
Our words are
Our lives are…
Mightier than the sword
DISPASSIONATE ONE
Dispassionate one
Where have you gone?
Always would run
Under a yellow sky
Never happened, no it
Could not be that you were queen
Now you find that
In the streets we disagree
Come alive, come undone
The painting’s mine, and I
Always have so far to go
Dispassionate one
What have we done?
Swimming through the ocean
Climb the salty motion there, and
Through your hair
Thought of poison ivy,
Leave it to the spicy air – never care
Complete with toys and applesH
Dapple lightly in a double-dare
Come alive, come undone
Wonder why, the artist has to know
Come alive, come undone
The painting’s mine and I
Always have so far to go
NEBULA
The cold outside
Threatens to invade
My silvered lungs
Any of
Numerous clouds of gas or dust
In interSTELLAR SPACE
Take me in
Wrap my tired body,
Wrought from over-exposure,
In your fog
In your nebula
Envelop, enclose
The sound of it grows
Nearer to falling
Your nebula,
Calling
LONG TRAIN RUNNIN’
Dripping, breathing
No word can lift the
Afghan of the rain
In the dark lights of the
Station
Suns of the street and
Smells of the 1920’s
Its a long train runnin’
The towns we pass
Look like candles under
Glass that’s been broken
Sleep is all around
So try not to breathe too loud
Or touch my hand
Its just a long train runnin’
The time has come
The choice is ours
To make or regret all our dreams of
What we wanted this to be…
CLOUD 9
The first few seconds wandering
Watch the city lights turn on
From my peak to a castle in the sky
After I went and lay down
In the middle of the road and shouted
What did you do?
Going to Johannesburg
Then the moons of Jupiter
The far side of the moon is calling sister
Insight inside the ripples of
Acknowledgement of substantial
Existence more than pain poured from
One vessel to the next
The soundtrack changing, sometimes we
Would look into each other’s smile and
Ask why are we here?
Close encounters became years
Revolution in a bowl and
Propaganda takes your soul
What is my disguise?
The paintings on the underside
Of your eyes
I wrote these up to accompany the copyright submission for BSFFF. -h, 2011
