Calling all outcasts,
The thinkers and thieves,
Those beyond the cardboard
Who See the world and grieve.
Unite as one to claim this planet,
Each aspect to be changed,
And implement a plan of action
To rise from the flames.
Neighborhoods and cities,
Far as the eye can see,
Not knowing what they're missing,
Or even what they could be.
Every school and business,
Doing as they please,
Not working for the betterment of man,
Grasping at any power they can seize.
Fear and anger,
The ruling class, ready to destroy,
When all that's needed is thought and persistence,
In place of another ploy.
I call to you on the sidelines,
Watchin
Vivid shades of red and gold,
Streak through the sky in lines so bold,
Painting pictures of times long past,
Holding a remembrance that will never last.
Clouds so white they speak of snow,
Blending with mountains down below,
Connecting sky and earth alike,
Forging a bond that feels so right.
Under the stars, so far away,
Where the sun shines high on an unknown day,
A wholeness can be found where no other remains,
As the world turns its face into the rains,
To bask in the rays of life once known,
And weave a pattern so carefully sewn,
That all will find a path back home,
Uniting together rather than roam.
I was aimlessly wandering round a forest of legend,
Breathtaking worlds I could only imagine,
Each color of the rainbow bound and tagged
Some so old their covers sagged.
In these stacks of leather bindings
Lay fantasies beyond wildest findings,
The impossible world of the never mind,
Held within a book for all time;
Stories untold of countless dangers,
Rising anger, fearful strangers.
Tales of woe from a bygone age,
A powerful mage, a guiding sage.
Lines of a universe still to be born,
A mantle to be worn, a world yet forlorn.
These endless pages of long remembered times,
Called to me ceaselessly in their own rhymes.
One in pa
Purpose.
The underlying search for reason.
Reason.
The justification for life.
Life.
The unending cycle of existence.
Existence.
A journey through time to death.
Death.
The end of the search for purpose.
Purpose.
The reason for life,
The journey of existence.
Death defines us.
Calling all outcasts,
The thinkers and thieves,
Those beyond the cardboard
Who See the world and grieve.
Unite as one to claim this planet,
Each aspect to be changed,
And implement a plan of action
To rise from the flames.
Neighborhoods and cities,
Far as the eye can see,
Not knowing what they're missing,
Or even what they could be.
Every school and business,
Doing as they please,
Not working for the betterment of man,
Grasping at any power they can seize.
Fear and anger,
The ruling class, ready to destroy,
When all that's needed is thought and persistence,
In place of another ploy.
I call to you on the sidelines,
Watchin
Vivid shades of red and gold,
Streak through the sky in lines so bold,
Painting pictures of times long past,
Holding a remembrance that will never last.
Clouds so white they speak of snow,
Blending with mountains down below,
Connecting sky and earth alike,
Forging a bond that feels so right.
Under the stars, so far away,
Where the sun shines high on an unknown day,
A wholeness can be found where no other remains,
As the world turns its face into the rains,
To bask in the rays of life once known,
And weave a pattern so carefully sewn,
That all will find a path back home,
Uniting together rather than roam.
I was aimlessly wandering round a forest of legend,
Breathtaking worlds I could only imagine,
Each color of the rainbow bound and tagged
Some so old their covers sagged.
In these stacks of leather bindings
Lay fantasies beyond wildest findings,
The impossible world of the never mind,
Held within a book for all time;
Stories untold of countless dangers,
Rising anger, fearful strangers.
Tales of woe from a bygone age,
A powerful mage, a guiding sage.
Lines of a universe still to be born,
A mantle to be worn, a world yet forlorn.
These endless pages of long remembered times,
Called to me ceaselessly in their own rhymes.
One in pa
Purpose.
The underlying search for reason.
Reason.
The justification for life.
Life.
The unending cycle of existence.
Existence.
A journey through time to death.
Death.
The end of the search for purpose.
Purpose.
The reason for life,
The journey of existence.
Death defines us.
I'm going to make this short, sweet, and to the point.
I have not been as active on here with my own art and writing as I should be. This will change.
I am cleaning out the old stuff, the depressing stuff, the things I wrote when I was in a place I will never re-visit.
New things will be posted soon. Poems I have worked on since I went to college, and then moved to Colorado. Things have changed quite a bit; I am currently in the middle of my move back to Michigan, but some time between the next month and October, I will be headed to yet another new place. A completely new place. A place I have never been before.
Oregon.
My mantra la