God's soup

Its dark
Its like God was carrying a thick black soup
and, entranced by the bright light of day,
Without looking, He tripped and it spilled on the sky
and all of the light went away
so He tried to scrape it all off with His nail
but it was too soupy to dry
so He left it but some of His sparkle shown through
Bright specks in the dark soup sky
then He sat on his chair, and looked at the spill
and the dreaming world below it
and He beamed at the dark and the sparkling stars
like the work of an artist or poet
His creation, so different from light of day
giving peace, watching sleepy eyes droop
and he whispered on winds through the cool breeze of night
"...I hope you like my soup..."

Just a friend

Is it enough to be a friend
is there merit in just this?
having all that is of value
but without the precious kiss?
Am I content to know your stories
sharing secret smiles and quips
when my heart is only thinking
of the taste upon your lips?
Can I smile and just pretend
Let you think I've no desire
to feel your touch upon me
and burn with true love's fire?
Would I trade my held position
as a friend that you adore
for a night of breathless passion
and the bite of sweet amour?
I wonder every day
what I'd give for just a chance
that my heart will be requited
and entwined in true romance
Though ignited passion blazes
but might die out soon and end
But yet, my heart still ponders
Is it enough to be a friend?

Crazy Day

I was in a store today, in a chair
without a care
in there

There walked in a giraffe
I had to laugh
on his behalf

Because he was so tall
and I was small
he hit the wall

A giraffe inside a store
stood ten foot four
or maybe more

You don't see that everyday
I have to say
no way

but then an ostrich followed him inside
my eyes went wide
I had to hide

I dont really care for ostriches, you know
I'm not mean, though
but I had to go

I would have stayed, I'm usually very fair
But there was an ostrich there
So I didn't dare

I wanted to meet the giraffe but ACK!
Ostriches are known to attack
so I can't go back

Time for Dinner

What shall we have for dinner tonight?  What shall I make if you please?
I pulled out a big bowl of leftovers but just then I had to sneeze
so maybe some sausage all brown and good mixed in with some beans from a can
but I got distracted and they got overcooked, and most of it stuck to the pan
so how about chicken all seasoned and nice, that would be good to eat
but I think its past date when I open the package, it kind of smells like old feet
so perhaps well have pasta and sauce and bread, we have had that before
but the pasta is old and the bread is stale and I forgot the sauce at the store
So how 'bout a steak and a potato? That sounds like a good meal
darn, the steaks are all frozen and the potatos have sprouted into some kind of plant like deal
We could have some soup but its boiling outside, one hundred and five at least
We could have a salad with dressing on top, but that is not really a feast
In the freezer, theres vegetables solidly frozen and a box of waffles to eat
theres something in plastic, decidly brown.  I think its some sort of meat
Theres bread with no lunch meat, mac and cheese with no butter, and tuna but mayonnaise is bad
and my hamburger helper has no help at all, without the hamburger to add
What shall we have for dinner tonight?  What shall we eat if you please?
I've looked in the kitchen, searched through and through, and I think we should go get Chinese..

Lost Me

I think I lost myself somewhere
I just can't seem to find me
Where I am I just don't know
If someone knows, remind me?
I bet I'm hiding out somewhere
With silly ties to bind me
I should have listened to myself
But I rarely ever mind me
I'm kind of like a pocket watch
And I forget to wind me
If I'd have been a credit card
I would have just declined me
I'm somewhat of a yoyo
Don't know how to unwind me
I'm just a bit dysfunctional
It's the way someone designed me
So now I've lost myself somewhere
I hope that soon I'll find me
I bet I'll find myself again
Just stop looking behind me

Adventure

You can find adventure is the places least expected
You can keep some shiny tokens of the places you've collected
And when you dreams are big enough, your mind expands to see
then you will find adventure wherever it can be

You can let your heart take charge and your boredom is absconded
You can tease the ones around you 'til the best ones have responded
You don't have to hide from life, you can hop aboard and fly
then you will find adventure as you soar across the sky

You can let your mind be happy from the joy that you invented
You will feel your heart be soothed and make your soul contented
You have a world to be explored, and the path is up to you
Just hope to find adventure in everything you do.

Not me

See the snowy peaceful meadow
with a softly gurgling stream
and the silence brushed in grey tones
as it whispers in a dream
See the hawk that rides the wind
on the gossamer threads of sky
Feel the peaceful vision haunt you
That is not I

I am sunsets, I am lightning
I am traffic in the rain
I am passion.  I am torture
I am love and I am pain.
I will never leave you peaceful
But I will infect your brain
with the notion that emotion
might just leave you quite insane

So watch the placid water
lapping gently on a hull
that floats upon a lake
as the wind gusts gently pull
See the timid flowers petals
that fly slowly through the air
Listen to the quiet
I'm not there

But I will be in the music
Blasting silence, playing loud
I'm in the midst of fracas
you can find me in a crowd
I am abrasive and creative
have more depth than what you see
but the peaceful sounds of nothing

..thats not me

The point of the day

Theres a point of the day
when it all goes away
when theres no more to say
and its now

Theres a time that I stop
and I just want to drop
but my mind starts to pop
and its now

Theres a minute or two
When I dont have a clue
what exactly to do
and its now

Theres a point to this day
but I just want to say
when will it go away
is it now?

A Shell

I am a shell, I am a vessel
Not my purpose do I serve
I must be without feelings
without heart, without nerve
I am a shell, a container
I'm only there to hold your game
I am empty.  I am nothing
I am soulless without name.
I'm devoid of all true feelings
I do not act like pain can get me
I am tired of pretending
I am not ok, forget me.
I'm your dirty little secret
No more value than a lie
but I feel more than you know
I'm a shell but I can cry
I'm afraid to ever know you
But without you will be hell
I am hollow.  I am empty.
I'm a vessel.  I'm a shell.

Tracy Suit

I'm wearing a Tracy suit today.
It looks just like the real thing indeed
Down to every last strand of hair
Its got everything that I need

I'm wearing a Tracy suit today
so all around me will see
Something that looks exactly like Tracy
But inside its some other me

I'm wearing a Tracy suit today
I left myself in my bed
I have my Tracy outsides fine
But I left home my Tracy head.

I'm wearing a Tracy suit today
If I said I was Tracy, I lied
I am Tracy complete to all who see me
But completely empty inside.