Above the Clouds- inspired by Leonard Cohen

Above the clouds are marshmallow clouds
And they taste so lovely if you chew slow

Above the stars are rainbow stars
And they will sparkle if you just softly blow

Above the moon is the chocolate moon
And it's a taste so rich we earthlings could never know

Above the rain is the diamond rain
And it sparkles so brightly in its continuous flow

Above our world is the perfect world
And if we keep dreaming here, it will continue to grow

You fit in so well

An old tune on the radio
You know all the words
Ah! what a wonderful song
And I wonder how it has been around for so long
A classic, yet I have never heard something so strong
You sing along
In your personal private way of being perfervid
Passionate but quiet
It's sung by Dion and Belmonts
I want to dance
Thinking of nothing
But now and then
Yet somehow not now nor then
The music allows for a different time
My heart continues to climb
I think we fit in well
Swinging and swaying
Nothing but seemingly simple music
Filled with character, soul, meaning
We move across the floor
This feeling letting my mind explore

I'll keep dreaming lover

Creativity is defined by Bricks.

In the place where bricks are used as balloons
It is very hard to feel heavy.
Floating up to a dark sun with your brick in hand
It becomes more and more difficult to see anything.
Of course, when the light source is pitch black
We feel to get back on track.
So touch the air to find where you are
And I will send my balloon in that direction too
And we can be together in the dark, just me and you.

Skeleton Mode

Sometimes when I look around at the world I imagine the skeletons
that lie underneath all their beautiful faces.
I try to picture how funny it would be to see their interactions
in their skeleton selves
because if that were the case
they would have a lot more trouble interpreting emotions
and if that were the case then words would become
all the more powerful.

Heart Room

This heart can open up
Into a warm room where all of you
Are invited to take shelter
From any nasty weather you've ever encountered.
For in this soft beating space it is safe.
No one here knows how to judge
And you, in fact will forget as well
Once you arrive.
In the heart room
Everyone only does what they Love to do
And your common overarching thoughts
About unfortunate nuisances are unable
To enter your mind.
This is the place where you may enter
To live solely in the moment
And everything you feel
Registers and then floats away.

Favorites

Poetry, wine, cheese
-please
Chocolate, love, sex
- next
You are by my side
With cold weather outside
And dreams follow the sleepy-eyed.

Lady of the Shower

I washed a face away
In the shower today,
She looked at me sadly
Because she knew she would never
Come back the same way.

Her eyes didn't scream,
They were just sad and calm
As she'd known her life wouldn't be - very long.

You can never recreate the exact same face
Unless you succumb to the practice of 'trace'.
And no, no I will never take part in such a thing.
So I say "so long sad lady"
We shall never meet again.

Bowls in a modern café

I do not mean the bowls in which we drink from
but in fact the bowls we sit in,
attached to a trolley system -
hanging from the ceiling.
Really hanging, like an amusement park ride
but instead you are riding to get your caffeine fix for the day.
Little pods where you can fit up to six people
and in your private bowl, you simply press "roll"
when you are ready to order.
Rolling down to the cashier you order your favorite café latte
then you are sent on your way back to the air space to sit and sip
and discuss daily activities and listen to your favorite music clip.
Down below, which you are able to see because your floor is made of glass,
lies a beautiful garden, a floor with the greenest of grass.
This café, with its own organic Eden, is the most beautiful place to soothe your soul
for you can sit and sip in your own private, modern café bowl.

Music

I Love,
When you hear a new song and you
Are so touched, affected and connected
To it that you need to hear it
Over and over and over again
Until it is pulsing though your body
Until you can feel it
Moving through your veins;
If you have not had this feeling
Then keep looking.

Twisting and Bending through Lives of Others

I worry as their lives starts to simplify
With everyday acts that need to justify
Through actions you must do to continue through
To makes means to an end.

As the twists in her life start to lose that bend
Then maybe he, himself shall lose the parts of what he loves
For they thought all this as an artistic venture
But none of this is seeming of that nature.

You are now in a world consumed by trying to get out
And once you are out, you want back in
The never ending twists of a working world.
Though excited at first, it seems to lose its touch
in the quickest of spurts, completion? not much.

Wait in the Waiting Room

Waiting in the waiting room
You know it's always nice to have a book in hand
When you are in this place you cannot stand
When you are awkward and others are too
And you just cannot face meeting someone new
So we all look down
and put on the same boring frown
and wait.
Wait in the waiting room.

Young Living

The Questions often asked of us,
repeated, repeated, whether intentional or not,
whether outright or in the words we are taught.
They are there seeping into our pores when all we want is to explore.
And so we answer, whether outright or not:
No, I don't know where I am going
No, I have no idea what I want to do
No, I do know if I was meant to be with you.
Thought at times, these answers are covered up
with words that speak in a language our questioners will accept
To get them off our back, to recoil to that state
where as youth, we are kept.
Of angst, anxiety and anticipation.
All feeling the same feelings; the same hesitations.
Asking what it means to be real, does it mean we will finally get to feel?
To know everything that has happened and will happen?
No.
Things come up and we take it, taking an opportunity to make it.
This means to stop looking
Relax
Breath
And Live.

Oh! the Gym

Here again, an awakened energy hits me
I feel alive.
We wait so long sometimes to reunite because after
such a short time, a distance can grow between us.
You become so fearful and intimidating.
I know you affect others like you affect me.
So many love you, so sometimes I get jealous I suppose
But once I return I know you love me too.
You have that ability to see right through
Me.
See right through any troubles I may have encountered along the way
and you make me work, re-focus and work out those problems making me stray.
Why of course, there are times you have pushed me
Too hard, too fast
So this relationship did not last
But I think through all our ups and downs
I've now grown to accept our differences
And now I will only let you push me to a good length
So dear friend, we build in strength.

remembering the facts

Questioning abilities to remember facts
Only leads to my own personal attacks
For all the memories which I lack.
Frustration sets in with ease
For numbers, dates, they enter then leave
As they please.
Sometimes thoughts of worry appear
Because, yes, I fear
That my future is unclear.
Need to forget the idea
That I will be like that
That I need to be like that
No need
It is in the other parts of life that I succeed.
Do not let strengths of others question your way
Remember you for you
And you will succeed this day.

waiting

They do say waiting is the hardest part
And I cannot disagree with this fact
But then, ah, how waiting
Can let your mind explore, move to places
You'd never thought of before.
I sit and wait now and imagine
What will be said and
Felt, and yes, of course, I fear
But this cannot be avoided.
Fear stimulating a mind of creativity
Jumping from one direction to the next
Seeing the worst and best in the shortest of times
Then once all arrives and the waiting is over
All you have imagined is over too
What remains better the reality or the waiting
This is something I'll mentally be debating.

Close

I hold the key to you through a butterfly's wing.
It sits without beating next to me,
always close to me and
as long as it is close
I know you are there.
So stay with me butterfly
I need you to be.

The Power of Pie

Lonely Mary met a man today
Bought him some pie then went on her way
He thought she was great
And licked up his plate
Then ran off to ask if she'd accept a first date

Oh! how pie can bring us together
With it's sweetness or tang or mix of whatever
It reels you in, if you did not know
Sometimes with speed, sometimes it's slow

Now Mary she knew this all along
She'd been plotting her victims, the process was long
When the man walked in she knew he was right
She knew that he wouldn't put up a fight
She saw the piece, it smelled so sweet
And passed it over, "it's my treat"
What could he do, he couldn't refuse
From this young woman, the innocent recluse
But after one bite he felt a change
An uncontrollable take over, most powerfully strange
That sudden urge to pursue and take
This woman he needed, there was no mistake

Now years later Mary still loves her man
She feeds him and nurtures him as much as she can
Ah, the power of pie we say
Once you've had it, you'll never stray

Imperfection

In the all the ways you are not
You have completed me
You lack the flawlessness thus holding the edge
The edge to a world in which I can jump,
Enter and be part of all that I have ever dreamt
Of becoming.
Your world is different
Because you never asked for perfection,
You want only the connection,
A love affection,
and this mean imperfection.

Crow

Someone said you flew away
I do not know where you thought you
Might go but you did
Only to leave us here questioning
Never sure what was happening
And with that you changed
Now to become something different
Devilish if you will, so as
Karma fought back against you
Your red eyes, stared back at us
Love was lost from you bird
Evil taking the last word

Contessa

Only you can comprehend a love for this woman
Soles bare living her days through passion
Believing in the delectable yet sinful tastes where she shows her compassion.
Only you can appreciate the ways in which this woman
Regards life's simplicities with her own personal and delicate fashion.
Never withholding on the richness, why sacrifice? she will question.
Evermore she shall bring that "contessa" fare, bringing a joy so rare.

Rap Music

Rap music can soothe my soul
I swear the more vulgarity and profanity
the more I will lose control
and I mean that in a good way
and I know it sounds bad to say
but there is something about the words as they flow from a rapper's lips
something that just hits me in the hips
it makes them shift and sway in every which way
you know why? They really don't lie.
Something with that beat as it drops
it makes my bottom hop and I just can't stop.
The rap music can say whatever it wishes
as long as the beat is there I don't really care.
Sure, I like to hear something different sometimes
but in general as long as it rhymes I am perfectly fine
with the same old lines
about music, b******, money and style
I really could care less if its demeaning all the while.
I know what it's really out to do
its to get us up off our feet to bust a move
dust off the shoulder and show how you groove.
So I'll love this s***
til the day I die
its the feeling that counts and that ain't no lie.

Friend

Crafted, you have been in ways I could never fully comprehend
All of you, who is always there, you speak of whom you only care
Most striking to all those who see you, you who never backs down
Presenting the aura of confidence
Beyond which I have never seen comparison
Ever-changing yet always the same
Longest I have known you
Longest you have been true

Dear Cloud

I like you cloud
You shift and change with the wind
and I really do not mind
I like you in all your shapes and sizes
And in all the circumstances even when the sun rises
It is nice of you to sometimes let that big sun shine through
I think it shows the beauty that you possess
I know in these moments you are proud
Dear cloud,
But I think that most often you are shy
At times you are so dark I forget that you are even there
Then you grow
And I remember.
When you do your exercises
Sometimes it causes us all frustration down here
You perspire when you tire, you know?
I believe it is because you are so big
But it's ok
I know you need it to stay healthy.
Dear cloud,
I also like you for your humility
You hide those poor stars
they get so tired because they are so popular
It is hard to survive as a star
In the sky with all those pairs of eyes on you all at once staring from afar
they get stage fright, i know
You know too
People get angry sometimes when they see you
But I know what you are trying to do.
I like you cloud
I like you because every time I look you at you
You seem different
But it is refreshing
Just like your sweat.

Selfish

Sometimes we find it hard to accept ourselves as selfish
But we can't help it because we are just born into this world
Where an the action's reaction turns into our own personal satisfaction
Take volunteering,
We all do it, high school- it's now there so we can push through it
We do it for our resume
To walk away from a parent's dismay
But ultimately its for you
Try as you may
You cannot say that you're keeping those selfish feelings at bay
People want to feel that connection, we love the affection
The way you've made an impact in someone's life
It makes you feel so good, are there any objections?
We are making a difference, isn't that so?
I don't know.
It's hard to say for sure, what is pure?

How to be Alone- inspired by Tanya Davis

There is something great about being alone
You can sing and write without society's steady drone
With creativity feeding off these times of solitude
We wouldn't have these masterpieces in such magnitude.
And there is also this place called silence
When words have become so superfluous
We move to this space
Where there is no verbal violence
It's just quiet, even quite the riot
What can your mind imagine, you should try it
You might like it,
I like it.

But sometimes I feel scared when I'm trying to be alone
Maybe I AM blocking out that steady drone
but I need it
I need my creativity to breath off of it
I am set free off of it
For without my social interactions
I would have no satisfaction
No passion
So although being alone can be so liberating
In fact it's my social surroundings that act emancipating.

Dreaming

Your cat eyes are watching me as I fall apart
I fall apart in the moving space in which I sit
And where I sit I pass between the worlds of consciousness
Worlds where you become less and less real
Instead reality is your feline nature which has become overtaking
So now it is overtaking me as I roll into this new place
A place of dream where all is forgotten
Forget that you are in the passive state
And simply fall victim to where is takes you