Wonder is the devil to a creative mind, impossible to shut off and forget the things that were left behind, never knowing if what is now is real or if yesterday has somehow created the cloud. It is close to the surface and yet just out of reach the pain still lingers and happiness weeps. Tears from blue/green eyes fall like the rains from the skies, their are not answers to the questions left behind only the raw ache of a life over before their time, we wonder sometimes can they see do they know the pain that we feel and why healing is so slow.
We close our eyes and hope for a glimpse an answer to the question upon the soft rose lips, in the darkness we cry and wonder why, when life is so fleeting are we left behind? Is it by chance or design that we are given such pain? There are no answers only our truths that we live with as we walk along the lonely darkened beaches of life, we pass each others strangers who also cry and we wonder why? Finding no solace that we are not alone in our grief only the truth that no one else can see what we see so plainly in the black of the night.
Lost in the creative mind we search for the tide that will take away the pain we ride like the electric horse up the mountains so high, there is no end in sight for these lonely nights that wrap us up tight and hide us from the light. Only tomorrow will bring relief at least that is what they say personally I think it is decay that wipes away the pain we carry as we ride the fairy of life.
We walk along the shady lanes of life, looking and searching seeing only strife. Our paths cross many roads, some paved and some dirt, we travel and travel with no end in sight. Ten steps into the dark and we run for the light, always searching for something not within our sight. The wind blows howling in the dark pushing us farther and farther from the light, the tunnel we begin to see is never ending, and goes on and on for eternity.
We rise when we are knocked from our feet searching long and deep for the strength to continue to travel on this unknown road. Our world grows smaller and darker with each passing year, only the hope that tomorrow may bring back the light keeps us here. The paths are broken, the words go unspoken as we pass each other in the dark, we do not see that pain we feel reflected in each others eyes. Watching and waiting we come to understand that we are destined to travel this land forever searching for a place to land.
As we trek through the mountains and the deserts searching for answers that will not hurt we come to understand that Eternity is all we have, in this life and the next we are doomed to repeat each life until we get it right.
The sea of change is blowing in wiping away the past and renewing the present. Tomorrow is only a dream away as we travel through the precepts of time. Walk along the road of before us never to stray away from the beat in path, each step we take predicted, we never stumble and fall. Taking the unbeaten path we learn to move away from the safety of the known and the adventure of the unknown. The path least traveled will provide it’s own rewards, there is no playing it safe in life, it is an adventure meant to be lived
I am from the desert so dry the earth cracks, where the seasons dont exist. Where you can drive 45 minutes north and be surrounded by ponderosa pines.I am from a place where water is scarce yet the earth still produces beauty. Where the painted desert and the mountains meet in the middle.I am from the land of blue sky as far as the eye can see, where tumble weeds dance across the landscape and saguaro, barrel and jumping cactus dot the land. I am from horny toads and Gila monsters, from the Apache and the Navajo. I am from where the salt river runs freely and Roosevelt lake is always too low for a boat.
I am from 120 degrees in the summer time and 75 degrees in the winter, from Phoenix and flagstaff and all parts in between. I am from the road runner and the diamond back from bears and coyotes. I am from John Joseph and Johnny Dale, From Daniel and Anthony. I am from Judy, Lillian and Elora, from Betty and Esther and Dinah. I am from Italia, Romania, Germany and the Cherokee.I am from small town America where copper is a commodity and life moves at a snails pace. Where cowboys and bikers work side by side. I am from a welder and a cook, from a laborer and a cop. I am from rock and roll and gospel music, from baby’s got her blue jeans on to Sweet child of mine. I am from timber camp and round tables and bonfires burning at night.
I am from three tubs and cattle ranchers, from the northern rim of the grand canyon to the border of mexico where the desert is so hot that your blood can boil. I am from believers in God and believers in nothing, I am from the excommunicated and the newly baptized. I am from the heart of mother earth, I feel her heart beat in mine. From the beginning of space and the ending of time, I am from mother earth her soul is wrapped in mine. I am from bikers and cowboys, gypsy’s and hippies. I am from love and laughter, great food and great music. From love and hope and arguments not meant to be won, from the sane and insane and all those in between. I am from Mom and Dad, yes sir and no ma’am, from excuse me and thank you. I am from mother earth where all life begins and ends.
silver and gold glittering bright, stars that shine dancing through the night, loneliness goes on and on without a fight and time moves on no end in sight. Deep dark secrets that are never shared with only a moment of time to spare, looking at yesterday long and drawn out, a broken heart and pain are the only route. Time stands still for no one they say we live and we die, all of us heading toward a grave. Dreams are broken some never come true but always there is a price that comes due. so we live and laugh although the pain is real, we hide it behind our mask pretending not feel, some answers are yes and some are no but each moment we live we know the place we go. from the moment of our first breath we are marching along headed toward certain death, one foot forward we wander this world, it happens so fast just a swirl of a dance and we are through. It is the dance of life we live one that is expected to give whether long or short it is what we do, we live life’s dance and then we are through.
We stand on the brink of darkness where eternity lies, with dreams out of reach and hope that dies. we march to the beat of the stagnate drum looking for a reason to laugh, play and run. the beat keeps us moving forever forward towards an ending we are unsure of. Eternity a place of possibilities or is it? we keep our feet firmly on the ground, always marching to that droning sound, one foot in front of the other until we are all in line marching in step keeping time.
We pass through our lives with blinders on never seeing what is so wrong, we never step on the cracks fear that eternity will pass. Always searching and never finding our bliss, one step forward and two steps back the darkness is never ending as we search for the crack.There is no time we must move on looking and searching as we miss the song, we dance in darkness that never dies searching and reaching past the lies.
The dimensions of change are never ending as darkness is always descending, wrapping around like a warm blanket to absorb the hope so that we have to fake it. The darkness claws at our mortal souls as we stand at the edge of the abyss. the darkest place we can not see this is the space we will never leave, one more step into the black there is no where to go no looking back as we enter where eternity dies there is no hope only lies.
To dream seems to be only for the damned, things you want and can not have. The torment of knowing that deep in the dream where anything is possible there will be only one scene. Something strong we can not hide and no matter how much you want can not have. Dark hair soft as silk and warm lips that make you melt these are the torment of your mind the things you can’t have the things you can’t find. Dreams unfulfilled linger in your mind with the wants and needs of another time. Where it passes you do not know but for certain there is only one show, the torment we dream of things we desire when there is nothing left only the fire. To close your eyes and dream of things that where once yours and no longer seems to be a special kind of hell where what you feel is like an empty shell. So we close our eyes and dream of things that can never be because life steals those dreams broken but real.