keeping up with expectations

idle here
where the world drifts
off into oblivion

The Pauper Plays

Tear down the stage
break out the boards
bleed the script
send off the hoards

Take the pauper there
in the empty chair
juggling with his
last affair

he pawns away
his last coin
for one look at you
before your'e gone

will you spin your web
of deceit
leave me listless
on my knees

The actors here
on stage commence
with lethargic words
that have no dance

with military expertise
take down the King
and kill for peace

the crown of gold
its shattered price
release the bleeding
hearts rejoice

this town of apathy
makes us weak
give me music
give me release

Dali meets me here

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where the sky and the desert meet
exploding riots of color
at this crossroad
beneath my feet
howling winds
enticing siren's song
keep me turning my head
guessing where the music
is coming from
what path is next,
and wondering at the
path that led me here;
where have my footprints
disappeared.
The restless and the weary
souls lay down
their burdens to the sand
and sift their hands
to turn the time again.
I have come here with
the knowledge
that I know nothing,
but still I wait for
always something.
This conflagration is igniting
and burning and catching
and swirling and fighting
swinging upon the breeze
and I am thirsty
crying for my soul
to quench this need.
The light begins to fade
as the clock ticks time away
and I lift my leg
keeping stride with the desert
whispering in my ear
to just keep on going.

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We are the loose feathers
springing into action
once the wind picks up
take me with you
on your flight to the unknown

Swinging Intermission

tap tap tapping
my fingers to the beat
cigarette smoke and
syphonic notes
circling at my feat
the crescendo breaks
and the saxophone aches
burn burn burning
through the room
twisting notes
lingering like red wine
on my glass
and my fidgeting hands
playing with the band
tickle the tabletop
sticky with the atmosphere
rolling through the jazz guitar
and pounding out the bass
I've left my seat
and wandered through the halls
I'm out walking the night street
scuffle scuffle slide
I'm on the west side
I'm on the east side
my feet barely touch the ground

the Island

Waves stand like sentinels
upon this beach of ours
we've claimed this kingdom
for our own
our toes intermingling
with the water
that is lingering
in calming caress
When all else is lost
you can find me here
when fate has other plans
you draw me near

Weary Battle Song

This is a battle I can't win
like tossing a flower
into the wind
when I am ready
when I am able
I will see
When you have found it
you will have lost it
and you will see
go around
and go around
and go around

Come back for me
come back for me
I am ready
I am ready
I am

she isn't like you or me
she keeps her hopes
like single pennies
and drops them down
drops them down
into the sea
I wish that I
could be that free
follow me home now
I open my door now
won't you please come in

Come back for me
Come back for me
you are ready
you are ready
you are