The Root Of The Music

The saxophones singing in the back make my heart race,
While the high-hat and the snare tap are backed by the bass,
Quietly the piano plays a melody in time,
The count goes to one and he begins to rhyme,
Words fill the air conveying simplistic values that hold true,
A hidden message in the storyline of what he’s been through,
The sincerity of his lines let you know that it’s all real,
And it’s impossible to describe the way that this song makes you feel,
You feel the bass in your chest and the harmony in your toes,
While it’s on you can’t help yourself from letting it all go,
Moments of peace brought on by the beauty of the music,
Like the artist’s filled with perfection and he allows himself to ooze it,
It’s amazing what’s brought on just by hearing the sound,
Your whole life you’ve been looking for the feeling you just found,
That’s the magnificence of the music the mystery within,
It makes you forget about the world and everywhere you’ve been,
It seeps deep down inside and fills all your cracks like glue,
The oddest thing is that the music is created just by you.

Fourteen Hundred

Fourteen hundred white geometric shapes,
Stored inside along with the digital tapes,
Ideas and works of brilliant minds,
All of different various kinds,
A complex case to hold simplistic views,
Decorated with varying patterns of varying hues,
Just a box but it’s so much more,
Do more than you’ve ever done before,
Fingers dance away making it click,
Making their progress so unbelievably quick,
No one knows what lies inside,
Just like their users who seem to hide,
Camouflage into one so they’re all the same,
It’s no ones fault their all to blame,
Oblivious to their emptiness it is quite sad,
To know they’ll never know what they could have had.

Three Fingers Means You're Blind

If you saw with my eyes you’d see the world anew,
You’d feel differently about your life if you knew what I’ve been through,
Everything is perfect until you’re shown the flaws,
Everything is peachy until someone breaks the laws,
When you’re closed inside a box and there is not a light,
You believe that life’s lived blind without the need of sight,
They say you don’t know what you have until it is gone,
Many think that they’re on top until the world names them a pawn,
There was once a man who looked only straight ahead,
A metaphor for the lives we live something that I once read,
I used to know a prophet who was oh so very wise,
Three fingers means you’re blind he said but he didn’t mean your eyes,
I will remember this mans message until the day I see the light,
Because I know the things which I believe will not always be right.

The Feeling Has Returned

The feeling of warmth from the sun on my back,
A feeling that I’ve been given,
I lost it once but since it’s reappeared,
I remember my purpose for livin,
The feeling of warmth that heats my soul,
And warms the blood in my veins,
The thing that I’ve yearned has now returned,
And with me I want it to remain,
The feeling of warmth that lights up the world,
And brings hope to all in need,
Only time will show if this feeling will grow,
Like a tree that was once just a seed,
The feeling of warmth that was gone for so long,
It was getting hard to remember,
But now that it’s here there’s nothing to fear,
As it warms our skin that’s so tender,
The feeling of warmth that I love so much,
Cause it finally allows me to heal,
No matter how far back I go I just don’t know,
The last time that I could feel.

Literally Metaphoric

This is literally metaphoric in it’s poetic essence,
The lack of its existence is the thing that proves its presence,
It’s the missing link on the weakened chain that holds it all together,
It weighs down the pack because you see it’s lighter than a feather,
You’ll never cross it because it does only what it chooses,
Ironically the path you make is the same one that it uses,
It seems as though it’s never there when the sun shines bright,
And it only comes out into view when it’s too dark for your sight,
It’s like the shadow cast by the bird that passed over the bright blue sky,
It moves along never right nor wrong as the bird continues to fly,
Just like the light that hits the water at the exact moment of dawn,
This poem will end but its presence will forever go on.

Happy Clown

The happy clown is a happy clown,
With makeup and a big red nose,
He makes everybody happy,
Everywhere he goes,
The happy clown has the biggest smile,
And the funniest laugh,
He’ll make you chuckle so very hard,
You’ll split right in half,
He has the biggest funniest shoes,
That you have ever saw,
You’d think that instead of feet,
He had been blessed with paws,
He wears the baggiest overalls,
With the brightest colors,
He’ll pull a quarter out your ear,
Then another then another,
He’ll then go home and he will cry,
That’s all that he will do,
Because it seems that the happy clown
Gave all his happiness to you.

Doesn't Matter Anyway

It doesn’t matter anyway,
I don’t really care,
It’s not my fault that the game we play,
Isn’t really fair,
There’s nothing you can do about it,
It will all be over soon,
Just like the blistering cold November,
Quickly turns to June,
If you blink once and it’s still there,
Close your eyes again,
When they reopen to the world,
The view will be changed my friend,
Don’t be so scared don’t worry at all,
Everything will be okay,
Because whatever you choose to do,
Doesn’t matter anyway.

Living For Tomorrow

Sit back and watch the day roll by,
Observe how people live their lives,
Rushing from point A always to B,
Never stopping in between,
The roses are sad they’ve never been smelled,
The people are bored all fun is withheld,
Always living for what’s coming next,
Doing things they think are best,
Never taking a break to rest their feet,
And allowing their bodies to soak up the heat,
One day they’ll realize that life isn’t long,
And that they’ve been living they’ve been living all wrong,
You’ll never guess how they’ll spend the rest of their time,
Not living in the moment but looking behind,
People in denial please open up your eyes,
Start living in the moment you never know when you’ll die.

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The door with no handle just standing there still,
Right next to the man who lives with no will,
On the island that goes on never reaching water,
Watched over by the man who was birthed by his daughter,
On the planet that orbits only around it’s own core,
But that was only after something that didn’t happen before,
In a galaxy of nothing no black and no white,
Where only the blind are the ones who have sight,
The light isn’t there but you see it if you don’t try,
And you can’t reach the ground because it’s far too high,
In this place you suffocate if you don’t hold your breath,
And if you stop breathing you’ll never meet death,
In order to get there you must stay away,
And talk to the man who has nothing to say,
He might not give you the key to the lock that’s not there,
Because on the door there’s no handle if you weren’t aware.

Perfect Guy

Make her happy every day,
Always take her breath away,
Make her smile when she’s down,
No matter what always be around,
Don’t forget to be sweet,
And don’t make a promise you can’t keep,
Communicate your every feeling,
There can never be any concealing,
Do everything in your power,
To make sure that in love she is showered,
Be there for her when she cries,
Never allow yourself to lie,
Be the man who’s in her dreams,
Make sure she knows you crowned her queen,
As long as you never leave her side,
You will be her perfect guy.

Getting Nowhere

Driving in circles getting nowhere,
All I know is I want to get there,
The blackened tar with perfect white lines,
Taking orders from painted signs,
Swerving left then swerving right,
All through the day and into the night,
Never ending the road goes on,
Under the moon and through the dawn,
Grip the wheel tighter hope you speed up,
But no matter how fast it isn’t enough,
To be home right now would be a blessing,
But those aren’t given often or so I am guessing,
As the sun sinks into the sky,
I wish to myself that I could fly,
Over each car and each bus and each bike,
To whichever place I might like,
But I think I’ll close my eyes and sleep instead,
Cause my appetite for dreams never gets fed.

I Wonder

I wonder how you’re doing,
If you’re happy or you’re sad,
I wonder how you’re feeling,
I hope that you’re not mad,
I wonder if you sleep now,
Or if you lie awake in bed,
I wonder if you’ll see this,
And if you’ll like what you have read,
I wonder if you smile,
Or if you always to cry,
I wonder if you love your life,
Or if you want to die,
I wonder what is on your mind,
At this exact moment in time,
I wonder if you still have hopes,
That everything will turn out fine,
I wonder what you’re doing,
In your life from day to day,
I wonder if your life is good,
If everything is still okay,
I wonder about your family,
And sometimes all of your friends,
I wonder if they’re still around,
And if on them you can depend,
I wonder if you’re wondering,
About me like I of you,
I wonder if you are aware,
That I’m wondering about you too.

The Sun Beats Down

The sun beats down it burns through the leaves,
It burns through the clouds and it burns through the trees,
It heats up the ground sending squirrels to the shade,
And little birds into baths where they quietly wade,
It heats up the roads and the bright blue sky,
It heats up all the bugs as they silently fry,
It heats up the air and everything around,
It seems as though this is a deserted town,
It bronzes the skin of the women lying outside,
The brave and the few that didn’t try to hide,
It cleanses my soul from deep within,
By releasing sweat from holes in my skin,
It revitalizes my brain and heals my pain,
That’s why I smile while you all go insane.