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found on and under the waterfall, i am.
the trust must rush up from under the tricks of concious.
i fall free of this water, flung out in the misty, empty air, missing the water as it falls beneth.
water held me close, pushing away now.
through the waves i created, the rapids i fought, i can always see the calm possiblity.
late night failure looks down on unanwsered questions.
past, present, last week? i fought this demon before.
he won't stay down. you won't let me kill him.
there are those amoung us who would hurt us with air, words, thoughts.
observe! if you're so good at it.
tell me what you think.
tell me where the current is heading and why it fights.
tell me what tugs at the undertow.
i've got words for the future. wings need to be spread, things need to be said.
i'm leaft, and i'm still leaving.

A trick of the light

bring me to a river
dance with me in the water
under the sunshining
throw back the dark winter

trip over the waterfalling
down the meadow
and under raindropping
and in the valley low

step in time
deliberate within your mind
a trick of the light
and a sweet good night

dance with me over the bridge
to that world of love
happy to be here
happy to be alive

and tugging me down
throwing me round
the light of night
and the chances too

drift off, with who you need
remember the dance of joy
member of that club
always waiting

check off the dance of desire
cross out the pain of love
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writting a screenplay
or watching the shadows dance
goose neck lamps

the shadows play and run
the way i wish the words would
the best words sitting a top a tent poll

lonely perhaps
words working hard
somewhere else they'd do better

with someone better suited to the job
someone not playing with the lamp
social distractions
progressive actions perhaps

music fills the the space between
action and reaction
should be filled with drama

expectation and result he said
that's where drama lives

where do i live?

ink, dark and final
took me from a denial
and lifted me up a smile

i looked in to her eyes
while i helped another cry
she let me try

i would have wandered
learned nothing and pondered
but now i'm held in wonder

am i being understood?
do i have what it takes to be good?
do my actions show what they should?

ride with me, a steel street
concret in the mind
hard under foot

the flight was short
and the landing long
slowing to take root

maybe i've changed
maybe you
maybe never

vines climb my new abode
fighting the coming winter
dressed in silver

wrapping with dark warmth
upside the light
downside the chill

i want to sit ouside
cold again
facing it will my will

dressed in silver
beams from the moon
red and black

you look
turn
and drive me

calm like a bomb,
surrounded by the chaos surrounding me. 
ticking slowly on some internal clock
i'd walk.
if i were you
we kings would be powerful
but it's late breaking, and living in the past.

dark like a candle,
light isn't quite
as big as it once was.
but it is
light, we kings would rise.
but it's tired and cool, needing heat

alone in a crowd,
once and again
over the rainbow
down I go.
wish, hope?
when i was young?

drive the hole in the heat
with a candle,
an ice cube,
a square of smoke,
walled up some where cleaning
me.

take what no one gives
she said
over, under. nude
i had nothing but what
i took back,

walls fall with nothing behind.

what worlds come of night that do not come of day,
that cannot fly with in our hearts.
it's an extra L isn't it? or maybe just missing the rest of the time.

controling the worlds is as hard inside the head as it out side,
day to day.  control the outside
so you don't have to deal with what's on the inside? 
maybe there just isn't enough.

maybe it's too much.
((together we may get a way. this much maddness is too much sorrow))

maybe we don't control those worlds in our head.
maybe that's why we try to control the rest of it.

yesterday someone threw something at me,
it made me laugh.  without control.  worlds exploding

the overused metaphor rings true tonight
drops of moonshine sprinkle through the tree
like the humid sweat, everywhere.

remember when sweat was sweet, no more.
not tonight at least

the moon is running for the safety of the horizon
from my failure i hope to rise, red feather abound
...ashes, they said

i see you moon, the last spark of light in this city night
stars didn't even try, but you?  why?
why even try to claim this sky?

so much to compete with down below
things you've never even thought of,
and while you streak you relfective light
we all focus on bright, close entertainment.

you used to be a god, moon
now just a curiosity.  how did that happen.