Sun Drops

Sun Drops

What if you could carry

a little drop of sun in your pocket?

balls of glowing warmth and joy.

Then, in that dark moment,

when you shiver

and put your back to the wind,

you could reach into your pocket,

pull one out and eat it,

and feel the warmth of the morning sun

warming your body from the outside in.

Oh what a joy that would be!

And what better way

to get out of your warm bed

than with a little drop of sun

early on a cold winter morning

when the real thing is still hours away

from showing its happy face.

Yes, I think that everyone

could use

some sun drops.

A Dream

A Dream

A flash of light,

A broken star– a cry from deep within,

The surly sounds of death blown wind,

And long lost hopes, begin.

The sod laden hills of ancient times,

Covered by bright blue flowers,

Now lay hidden once again

Under the newborn powers,

The thousand-eyes of looker on’s,

And the worries of an hour.

The dreams of all, consumed within,

and withered as a flower.

The Chaotic Mind

The Chaotic Mind

The Chaotic Mind is a human mind,

Layers of mysteries upon layers of wonder,

The mind is complex, the people say,

It is living,

It’s a computer,

It’s a marvel.

It won’t be told what to do,

It continues with its absurd thoughts,

Long after it is asleep, it continues to think,

To think of mysteries, of stories, of poems,

It streams through nonsense,

Through life,

Through logic,

Through unbelievables,

It continues to shock, to amaze those around it,

It continues to think,

Of life,

Of solving,

Of wonder,

All through it’s life it runs full stride,

a mass of whirling emotion and questions

but like all races, this one has an end,

a mind will only finish it’s race once,

Then it is through,

No more competing,

No more thinking,

Because the race is through.

But oh what a run it had!

Oh what a race was run!

And in it’s place a dozen more minds race,

powered by the rushing wind

of all the minds that ran before,

and those that run alongside.

And I have forgotten

And I have forgotten

I twist and roll in my bed

unable to touch my despair

I miss my heart, I miss my rest,

but my strung gut is twisting now

and there is nothing I can do.

I can’t let the despair go

I can’t release the tension

and I have forgotten how to cry.

Sing out the Sweet Songs of heaven!

Sing out the Sweet Songs of Heaven!

Oh! Sing out the sweet songs of heaven! Let them be in your voice! I hear them now as I sing out loud, though I'm sure you still have a choice. I see other people cringe, as they walk on by, but I just keep on singin', knowin' that inside they rejoice.

Now and then someone will walk by, a smile on their face, and they'll sit down next to me, and my coin forsaken hat. And when they open their mouths, to join me in my song, I get a smile on my face too, before they've been there long.

But always they leave me soon, brushin' off their clean new pants, but I just sit here, singin', the sweet songs of heaven in my voice.

Now there was a time before this, when I did many other things, oh I built a hundred houses, and reaped all those rewards. But none of it brought such joy, as just now I have found, sittin' here and singin', the songs of heaven in my voice!

Oh! Sing out the sweet songs of heaven! Let them be in your voice!

I hear them now as I sing out loud, though I'm sure you still have a choice. I see other people cringe, as they walk on by, but I just keep on singin', givin' them my voice.