tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42506971610788896732024-09-05T15:39:46.503-07:00Discussions and thoughts ranging from philosophy, spirituality, and life experience verbalized through verse.Steve Barretthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13201485308622707087noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4250697161078889673.post-3698660209680208642010-07-27T01:00:00.000-07:002010-07-27T05:56:40.862-07:00

The dim lit sky yet billows gleam dark and light wrapped around its ever-growing trunk It rises and spreads grabbing the eyes We stop to watch the pattern arise from something so inviting yet often terrifying, awe-inspiring Faces, and shapes, abstract and exact everything we want to see In these mountains of clouds Gods and demons wrestle within them shaking the air and splitting the

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Most of the time I can't see straight Caught between the rocks and hard place So cherish the pain that you're feeling The pleasure of faking it Cause we awake ready to dream for a better future We think it's possible But not probable Put it on the shelf and let it be a memory Every day is just a day some days to survive, some we don't feel quite right The "fullest" is an ideal and we are

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Committed to an idea Relationship or Virtue Deity or Führer Keep things coming but you can't see the future When you put all the power in the hands of the preacher He's just a man, a hero, a saint maybe but he's got issues too Pray that it doesn't get crazy Like me or you cause we are the sheep and he's the shepard We are the lost ones and he`s got the rod So what's in the food that we

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Velied in your security Lost in all the meanings Rage against society without a remedy Who can climb the highest tree or claim the sky as his property? Under your skin is the fear of the unknown What you know you follow you weave it along as you go from shadown to shadow avoiding the heat waves Keeping a cool face Not knowing where you`re going So you gotta have faith Faith in something,

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A sweet taste on my lips My thirst is quenched Slippery and wet taste still on my tongue Needs another one So I return to A cup full To the brimHold it closely ever so gentle It ripples as it gravitatesto my mouth Satisfied once again How long again till I thirst?

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Are you aware of your thoughts? Do you recreate your dreams? Do you let them evaporate like the morning dew? Do they drift and fade back into you? When you stop and listen what do you hear? Is it a devil or someone dear? What kinds of voices are inside your head? Are they living or maybe dead? Watching the stream flow by with my poleI`ll take hold of... A genius` thought A murderer`s ire A

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