Train Ride

Where’s this train going?
Purgatelle.
A place that you know
Oh so well.

You’ve boarded this train car
So many times,
But never quite rode to
The end of the line.

‘Cause life is teeming 
On so many tracks
And you’ve got no time
For looking back.

But rear views the best views
For seeing blind,
This time gonna ride
To the end of the line. 

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Sea Legs

When first I sailed 
The rolling waves
Transformed my grounded station,
And rocked the baby boy in me
With endless undulation.

Then stepped ashore 
And stood the ground,
My sea legs rocked and jellied,
With every step, the firming earth
Gave lies unto my belly.

Worse, took a drive
And rocketed along
With frightening power,
Felt dangerously unstable
At thirty miles an hour. 

But soon enough I found my maze, 
My legs forgot the buoy–
The sounds, the sands,
The ways of life
That ocean brings us joy. 

So now again I stand upon 
The lonely shore in ashes,
And wonder how
From where I’ve come
This bliss gathers and crashes

So far from where
My rivers run
With people by the score,
In teeming crowds,
Arriving now on track one thirty four.

 

First Change Yourself

The grass is never greener
Your waters are below.
How much do you really want to change?
What self do you know?

Your obstacles aren’t hereabout
Because the world is bad,
They’re here to teach you how to grow,
To be your launching pad.

That’s their purpose, though it seems
Quite different sometimes,
They seem to lie in wait
As if to punish you for crimes.

And when at first you see them
You’re astonished by their size
How in Hell did that get here,
Can I believe my eyes?

And running makes it worse because
You feel like you’ve escaped,
Then other same-faced obstacles
Appear in different shapes.

But stop with all your finger pointing
Though that may seem strange,
This obstacle is yours alone,
Do you really want to change?

I Brought Up the Sun

I brought up the sun today,
From its dark place smoky gray,
Walked into the hellish pit
And brought her out despite of it.

Now we walk the emerald green,
Nothing standing in between,
Hand in hand we seek life out
To understand what it’s about.

I brought up the moon tonight
Challenged her to find her light
Flew right out my window case
And found her in her other place.

Now we fly between the stars
Night sky partners happy are,
Surprising those who sought the night
We turn depression to delight.

I brought out my heart just now,
The darkness wanted me to bow,
But for the faith I yearn to see,
Seedlings sprout in front of me.

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Old People

Old people are artists,
They feel the turning,
And see the lights 
Ahead still burning.

No longer bothered 
With youth to blind them,
Their wisdom stretched out,
Before and behind them.

Traversing horizons
They paint all sublime,
Even this moment
In ¾ time.