Apart

There is no doubt a loneliness in being alone

While the world is all current and you steady as stone

But the knowledge is lost where it was once known

Has the message gone feeble from His royal throne

Yet some hear it louder while others are deafened

By their own distractions and self-taught lessons

The current is flowing but the birds call today

Assuring each fish that they swim the wrong way

Who can be sure where this stream will end

While I know for certain it will always descend

I’ll continue to swim up and against

For alone and apart can reap great dividends

I find comfort in those who have taken this path

Are at the top waiting and smiling back

There is no doubt a loneliness in being alone

I’m the one moving closer to The Heavenly Throne

Live Like A Child

They say it derogatorily but it’s the most precious trait

To act like a child

When was the point when you started sitting up straight

And forgot what it means to run wild

Is it such a bad thing to run, dance and sing

All the glee of life left to hide

Life is serious no doubt but we need not shout

When we are nothing but jealous inside

Is there flaw to marvel and joy

Over riches we soon take for granted

The truth is, we yearn for that purity

We once were but shortly lasted

 Maybe just once instead of condemning

We can quietly sit and stare

Try to learn how to live and love like a child

And maybe one day we’ll make it there

Patience

Counting to ten and ten once again

Until parched from the glasses of water I drink

I thought I was patient by virtue of nature

Yet it’s taking me over, I think

I am who I think I am but never gave it thought

And relied on the comments of others

If they tell me I’m patient, who am I to argue

For that isn’t the comment that bothers

Somehow eroding one spec at a time

Unnoticed by the passive eye

Then one day a fire prepared to consume

Emerges unpacified

How can I, the known patient one

Confront this unseemly foe

But today it has taught me that patients begins

Only when you’re about to explode

Carry Yourself

Freedom calls from the wings of flight

Miles above the observers’ sight

How high does he climb? As his heart reckons?

Perhaps to where the blue beckons

Until wind carries his wings on hers

She must be fought to be worthy of her thought

For soaring can only be found

Once he carries himself from the ground

Continuos Choice

Every second of existence gives you a choice

To worry of the next and repercussions of the last

Alas only the given moment presents a second voice

A million and one reasons to fill your heart with joy unsurpassed

Perspective

Is it a piece of pie or a piece of home

Is it snowman season or just getting cold,

Is it wrong or just different

Are you what’s inside or just the outside appearance

Perspective is deceptive and we each have our own

While the paradigm is lost in time we have what we know

But look if you can into another view

Maybe life will look a little different at you

Is it old or aging rusting or smelting

Difficult and challenging depends who’s contesting

Dark is scary yet dark is peaceful

Is it entertaining or just deceitful

What's Inside

I sometimes wish I could master the art

Of being who I’m supposed to be, playing the part

But to keep where I am inside contained

Is just tightening the lid on fermenting grapes

While something beautiful may be brewing within

As pressure mounts, the explosion begins

But of exploding Champaign there’s little complaint

For the pleasure or pain depends only on what was contained

Puppet Planet

I personally never thought much of it

Thinking that this world is a big round puppet

Would it give you stress or worry

Wouldn't you like to know the whole story?

To think you are not in charge

To think you have no control

How can you live like this?

How can you depict your role?

Would it be better not knowing this?

Don't the folks say ignorance is bliss?

We may never know what's really going on over here

I suppose it all depends on The Pupeteer