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Soul Sail
The oceans deep;
where does the spirit go ?
when the wind dies down;
the fog rolls in banks,
times pasted in to history.
The souls, we give thanks,
for who we have known.
When the seas get rough;
small ships in harbors,
there sails down,
we lay in wait;
for sunny days to return.
The endless sea,
of dreams and wishes...Wess
Untitled
We the people of the lost world
share the dream of time and space
within the cascade of the waterfalls
the rainbow shine within us
transcending both soul and race
the nights filled with dreams
opening doorways to other places
keeping our tracks clean
recalling lost faces
the twilight stars shine bright
thru the curtain on the falling night
looking for others in the universe
who share our terminal plight
to escape the world and cheat death
the keys of thought we seek
into the new moons light
far beyond the stars ,,,, we peek ...Wess
Park Friends
Cold notes
the piano plays on
alone
the maestro gone
in the misty morning
he scattered like sand
with out a notice
with out a hand
a wag good bye
and now
I'm standing here
in the pouring rain
masking the tears
hiding all my pain
in the park
an empty ground
nothing lasts forever
and nothing here is to be found
the leash is limp
my dog , is gone
my true companion passed away ...Wess
Two is better then One
Burning in the summer sun.
Freezing in the winter night.
the thought,
add to me,
One place...
One action...
One emotion...
A warm beach,
A wonderful woman,
A welcome hug,
A feeling of love,
And let us be ....Wess |
Winter Time
Behind the outside world
veiled in the winter whites
the cringe of loneliness
beneath the night lights.
A smoldering embers
crackling in the fire place
nothing but sadness
and frowns upon our face.
Out in the cold
strangers in the night
never speaking words
something is just not right.
Even friends seam cold
thru many days drifting away
the winter blues have set in
and nothing can make them go away.
In the winter
days guilded in white
the grayness lingers
till spring time makes it right.
So where is the defining moment of your life?
Isn't it even from your life ?
It is to come in the spring
when I feel like superman
and can do just about anything
till then my only plan
is to survive winter time blues...Wess
Instant Life
the world of hi tech fortunes
the world of hi tech lives
the world of hi tech packages
the ease of convenience
just turn them on
just tune them in
just add water
the hi tech comes to life
the world of packaging
the world of disaster
a pack of life
contains an instant wife
Or an instant husband
fumbling thru the hi tech files
who is going to make me smile
for a little while
closes my eyes and think
pulled out one , blind
"what was in my mind"?
took it home
hi tech home to go with my plan
the instruction written by
someone I could not understand
in my hands
the instant life
the package before me
the instant wife
words plain
"just add water"
And she comes to life
tis my own new wife
the water I did spill
the package was only half full
I worry in disbelief
I would have been more careful
if I knew this would be this much grief
What to my surprise
out she came
calling me stupid
a hi tech mess
I try to explain
but she just said
I was too lame
"I wonder about a refund"...Wess |
Cash Tender
My age,
Is growing old disgracefully,
cater my poison, in a careful way.
That is why I feel awful,
and I'm going away.
I cough and spit,
blood on the floor.
My death bed decides,
do I care for some more ?
The fever looms,
the deepens gloom.
The jingle of stones,
in my bile.
I'm going to die,
this is my last mile.
Don't question me,
I don't race away.
The land and I,
will fade gray.
In this darkest hour,
a favor that I ask.
Try to make me happy,
paint on a mask.
I see a broken smile,
in an angels face.
A sweet depression,
yet out of place.
I mope around,
don't sink my soap.
I'm losing faith,
I'm losing hope.
Don't rise my bread,
I'm stale and old.
I never got bought,
I never got sold.
The last slice of the hour,
a humble part.
Kiss me good bye,
so I can depart.
The last hurrah,
in a life of sour.
I'm cashing in ,
this is my finest hour....Wess
FREE
The world...
Burdens to bear...
Long hauls to make...
Things needing done...
I was so tired of it all...
I was tided to the work load...
Where are my angel wings ?
Where are the happy things ?
Just what is the point of my life ?
My destination should be my choice...
They tided me down...
But now I'm cutting them free...
I'm laying down...
The heavy load...
The world is amassing now...
I'm so free I about to explode !!!
And now I wanna go...
To where I wanna go...
Said the mule to the wagon :-)
Free till they catch me ,,,,Wess
One minute more
I will not love, one minute more
Because I stand here alone ...
the ghost in the mirror...
the haunting in the shadows...
the cold chills in the night...
the feeling of something is totally wrong...
the spiders in the darkness...
the snake in the path...
the venom in your veins...
the frown on missing Mona Lisa...
because I will not love...
one minute more...
bowing to my destroyer...
I stand here, alone ...Wess |
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Untitled
About the time that leaves go back to earth. The hawk from the north is gone. The earth turns to the spring sun . Methodically the worlds, seasons change . Like dominoes falling , in line . One by one . the brief contact from season to season , is but a reminder . the joy we express in their , moments.
May it be
The seasons of life
when time slips away
we walk thru the years
thru joys and tears
memories in our scrapbook
of fond yesterdays
seasons in the sun
seasons in the snow
till it is time for us
like the leaves to return
the earth awaits.
Until then,
we fill up many books
pressed flowers of the spring.
The seasons renew ...Wess
Greener Cities
The children
in the hidden shadows
beneath the city
the twisted steel
cold all year
nothing to do but hide
out from the inside
out of sight
out of mind
the concrete playgrounds
unforgivably hard
the falls are hard
supper without words
there starving souls
but on the horizon
"VENGEANCE"
Dozers , dump trucks
the city removed
green fields come to life
life has a way
of self correction...Wess
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Texas
Moodily silence,
years drifting away,
like a raft out to sea,
looking for hope,
on distant shore,
but the facts remain
here in this place,
every day more sullen,
then the one that took its place,
sitting here in sadness,
moodily silent across my face,
lip pouting out just so,
like a perch for a rooster,
slowly circuming to my disgrace,
nothing left to cheer this weary travel,
no notes left behind,
no word spoken in kind,
just a nother day in Sulky... Texas....Wess
Magic Dust
I want to be....
all I can be !
I want to see...
all I can see!
from the misty mountains,
to the dead sea.
where ever I am,
that is where I have been,
and gone again.
moving on...
like the blowing wind,
from nowhere to nowhere .
the eyes piercing in the night,
the brink of destruction ?
no that is not right !
to the left...
to the right!
turn out the light,
let me slip out,
like a thief in the night!
trolling this world,
it is a slippery life,
a snake of many tales,
but that is the magic of ferries
and our dusty trails ...Wess |
Emptiness
What emptiness has haunted me by night?
Be thine name, the bell witch ?
How do thee ascend to me ?
from dark shadows,
from crimson pools,
from crystal lights,
Are you the rainbow soul ?
That haunts me
telling me lies,
of the glory of joy ?
Oh witch from dark world,
do not haunt my dreams
do not lust after my soul!
Keep the rainbows,
keep the lucky charms,
For is known,
I am the cursed,
I am the down trodden,
The room with out light....
The never ending darkness,
The sufferance of me,
is more then enough...
leave me,
haunt me
no more.
What emptiness has haunted me by night?
it is me, and only me ,,,Wess
The Gardener
The cold earth
the musty dirt smell
richly given
green thumbs
caked with dirt
soil beneath the nail
just a pail full
planted just so
with love
the eternal blooming rose
cared for day by day
the bud
opens wide
on the death of the planter
the plastic world
remained closed off..Wess
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