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