iz a song

a song  being sung

laughter loosed

with head held high

& flung back..

somwhere a child

 fallz

a mother rushez over 

to soothe the savage woundz

of life

being

spent . .

somewhere

all are asleep

dreaming 

& dreamless

stretched out

yet restless

alone

yet

with

armz about one another

crowding in 

to some

 near

desperate embrace

to share

the darkness

or

the promise

of

  coming

lite . .

somewhere

the road 

seemz

long 

the mountain

high

the distance

endless

& then

here

you are

& there

you must go....

somewhere

are those 

whoze

destiny'z

the sky....

somewhere

we sing

softly to ourselves

in hopes

of finding 

peace

in our distractionz..

& somewhere

the world waitz

on tippy toez

to hear our next word

to see what we'll do

next

to share a part

of our journey 

there

into triumph

or 

we wake up

from the day

dream

dreaming it all

to ourselves

instead 

perhaps no closer

or no wiser

than before

but a little later

now

or

the gift of angelz

firmly in memoryz

grasp

we have exactly the peace

we've been searching for

now

& look out world..

somewhere

the answer

begz

the question

for lack 

of a better

love . .

somewhere

the myth

of the stranger

strangles

the populace

as the mind behind

the media

kisses

the great nothing

in the boot

of roses

gingerly nicking

each thorn in succession

creating itz brainz

out

as somewhere

some

one

thinkz

simply

or kindly

of them

selves

left

out

side the fold

of time

the immortals

somewhere

the greatest

challenge

facing the world

today

iz

for each

one of us

to remain

present

& conscious

within

our own 

personal

fieldz..

to remember

who we really are

where we actually come from

why we came here

& where it is we're going

to end 

up...

 ?

somewhere

silence

enterz

in

sacred

&

conscious

itz mother/loverscent

beckoning

to kiss us

full

on 

the lipz

but

itz patience

infinite

awaitiiiiiiiiiiiiiing

our choosing 

in our finiky persnikity wayz

to turn

from 

our myriad

of distractionz 

& illusionz

& giving

 hungerly

gleefully & willingly

 of  

the depths 

of our  undivided attention

that we each might drink 

drawing deep our fill

as if we could every be so filled

& be in a momentz instance 

truely 

changed

 forever...

somewhere

burp

excuse me....

somewhere

the end

of the world

newz

comez

 too late

to do any good

or

 iz postponed

another

moment...

somewhere sex 

iznt enough

i mean good

jungle boogy

s e x

iznt enough

i love you

iznt  enough

money 

wealth

5 tonz of gold barz

iznt enough

to keep

us ..

here

somewhere

iz joy

complete

gazing out the window

watching the spring

walking down the street

into timez version of tomorrow

pages turning 

into 

the wind

pages turning

into

dust

on the wind

somewhere

life times find

there own preciousness

before being completely forgotten

az a skull fragment 

only pieced together

after the fact to be wondered at

and pondered over where in the long chart of timelinez

do human remainz fit in the fossil record

scratched & skipping 

through the doorz

of earth...

somewhere

she standz in her beauty

and in her age

 looking so

ready

to burst 

beyond the constraints

of this her world

only she wont just yet

she's not done with 

him with her with them

and their kids and their needz

but she has stepped out there

on that curb

off the curb actually

& though she doesnt know it yet

there really iz no going back into the box

back into the wrapper..

we love you iznt enough to keep her..

somewhere

a young man walkz 

up and down the beach

day after day

mumbling to himself

screaming at the air

scaring the fecal matter out the bowel aperture of the nativez

giving one pause

to wonder

is he crazy

or gifted

is he seeing something we're all missing

in our civilized frequencyz of hurry

iz he picking up the simple vibrationz  we've left

all over the world

the litter of our psykic noise

unconscious as we are to the remificationz

of our thoughts being real thingz

walking up and down

up and down the beach he tripps over and over

civilization..

somewhere

the pain goes away

as the seditive takes hold

& the child screaming is soothed to sleep

and the love of the higher thingz returnz

& somewhere

they sneek

out

to see one another

live...

somewhere

the road 

seemz

long 

the mountain

high

the distance

endless

& then

here

you are

& there

you must go....

somewhere

are those 

whoze

destiny'z

the sky....

somewhere

we sing

softly to ourselves

in hopes

of finding 

peace

in our distractionz..

& somewhere

the world waitz

on tippy toez

to hear our next word

to see what well do

next

to share a part

of our journey 

there

into triumph

or 

we wake up

from the day

dream

dreaming it all

to ourselves

instead 

perhaps no closer

or no wizer

than before

but a little later

now

or

the gift of angelz

firmly in memoryz

grasp

we have exactly the peace

we've been searching for

now

& look out world..

somewhere

the answer

begz

the question

for lack 

of a better

love . .

somewhere

the myth

of the stranger

strangles

the populace

as the mind behind

the media

kisses

the great nothing

in the boot

of roses

gingerly nicking

each thorn in succession

creating itz brainz

out

as somewhere

some

one

thinkz

simply

or kindly

of them

selves

left

out

side the fold

of time

the immortals

somewhere

the greatest

challenge

facing the world

today

iz

for each

one of us

to remain

present

& conscious

within

our own

personal

fieldz..

to remember

who we really are

where we actually come from

why we came here

& where it is we're going

to end up...

 ?

the foolz

parade.....