Sense is real

Whisper to the rise-
Between twilight and the spaces in the light-
Within the nights that stole my life-
Muted by life's dark stain-

While I can scarcely define this moment in time-
The sun setting and stars rewritten-
Frost etched stretches all we've left undone-
Empty hands serach for spirit-

In a world of yellowed memories-
We're all victims-
Like thoughts twisted within the morning rays-
Finally, I understand heaven and diamonds, life and love-

So let the rain begin-
Washing my mind from recollections spoken-
To realize if spirituallity is the door to heaven-
Then the key lives in the universal sense of love-

Tomorrow see the things that never come

Life. A revolving puzzle, disecting and building. Let it out and let it in.

Today is a day chalked up to disecting. Yet, cleared away are these eyes. Feet to the path, goodnight.

Colorblind

Setting sun, falling sky and story progressed-
These writings will disolve with memories, absorbing these years-
Words that bleed with questions of purpose-
Purpose buried in the whitewash of my mind-

Disguised as some biblical angel-
You were a story that passed through my life-
An eternal phrase to the slate-
Still these lucid dreams haunt me, in the absense of clarity-

Bidding farewell to the prelude-
...I apologize for what haunts me-
As another season bends to catch me older-
Wondering where you are today-

The truth was, I was the one spent-
A sould treading water, from ash to memory, in a closterphobic life-
And thats what brings me here-
While the picture remains colorblind-

November 1994

Summer's evening is rolling down the hills again-
As shadows run through my days-
With sounds of distant bells waking silver memories-
...Got to get to the shore on time-

Though these changes have come, I often wonder if I'm too late-
Maybe if I were asleep I could dream-
Of somewhere in time I no longer remember-
As I still cannot recall how I lost my way-

Not a word is spoken now-
While it's getting harder to wake-
...Occasionally I wish you were still here-
Though so many changes have come-

We said 'goodbye' before hello-
For it was back in November, 1994 I last saw your face-
The trinity has got you now, caressed by the frost too soon-
I know the boy has grown with the time thats passed away but I still carry yesterday-

I hear your voice in my soul, showing me a smile and something to believe in is all one needs in this life-
...In any change that may come-


(For Elmer Lamb)

Refresh

So after being away for a bit I'm back. I've decided to use this forum as a place to post songs, poems, thoughst, ect. We'll see how it goes.

Peace and love
-Tyler

Thoughts

These past few weeks have me convinced of two things. The first being that as we hurdle through time and space upon this rock we think of the events that shape our lives in terms of a series of beginnings and endings, serving the purpose of breaking up one's life into happenings that come and with our next breath are gone. To me this seems to be why I hear so many peers long for the 'good ole days,' to them I say look at things in a linear fashion. Life without question has its assorted chapters but it is a path that does not have endings, only evolution into a higher state of consciousness and shaped by mistakes and moments of revelations and refrain.

Secondly we till this day cannot learn to live, love and except those around us. If someone disagrees with our point of view we thump our chests and battle to the end instead of accepting that one of God's greatest blessings is free will to live the way we choose. Not saying you should commit heinous acts and deem it 'free will',' but after witnessing last week public stain at UW-Whitewater I feel sick of who we are as a society. What started as a open forum on abstinence turned into a public verbal beating towards the individuals preaching abstinence NOT "ant-gay" rederic as what it was ultimately shaped as. We need to except and love one another....that’s that. For those who don't subscribe to the Bible deal with the fact some of us do and for those who try to live life in a Godly manner, take into fact God loves all ... let him deal with the end result.

Remnants

In the silence of streetlights the distance of memory, returns-
Like some old record playing low, confessing I'm gald to see this go-
Moments stretched from madness to melody-
A flash behind these eyes, conveyed in letters and shapes-

Like the pause before waking, tattooed black on my veins-
With voices that will be gone another years, bathed in kerosene-
A remnant of life, as it blows through my hair, holding me fast-
Speaking to thoughts that settle on your reflection-

Telling me to relax, 'In time you’ll see no one knows for sure'-
Still memories spread upon the pallet of passing days haunt this shadow-
Calling my name to God only knows where-
Changing my face, like a soul untitled, unable to remember-

As one by one these days fly across clouds, on a wave of blue-
On a path leading me home, with eyes that dance with familiar verve-
To burn, eclipsed in words describing desire-
Incandescent frames and a heart of flesh-