Scribble and Strum

These last three moons
Mind stood unphased as
Heart was rent in two.
Half bled west with
what it was, Half east
toward something new.

I'm feeling new again
But not in the way I wanted
So much to glue and mend
When one restrings the heart

I'm feeling green again
But not the way we're sold it
Questioned, counted to ten
Now I'll push off to my part

*Hmm, could be you hear what I hear
And, yeah, maybe you see what I see
I've no doubt that you know what I need
But I've never found the answer in anything I read

I rode the timeline
To the center of my mind
Then kissed the hand of
My greatest guarantee

So I'm feeling new again
But am I true "I", I wonder
When time's dried the land of
What I used to be?

*Yeah, could be you taste what I taste
And, yeah, likely you'll leave when I leave
I know now why I seethe like I seethe
But I've never known another who breathes like I breathe

+Can I blow back the storms
On this cold, lonesome ocean
When I find that I
Am now too tired to scream?

Can I raise up new norms
From the black sea of question, or
Will I row, row gently
To the bottom of my dream?

I've grown to be jealous
Of self-powered weirdos
Who'll power their lights as
Old, burned-out batteries

Dribbling fun acid
Upon pristine notebooks
Uncluttered by ink
Or imagination

Here I'm just waiting. I
In fact, did acclimate
To new churls and purpose
Pushed toward then denied me

Here vanished everything--
Lost long by negligence,
Blind supposition, and
Love's drowning smile

Farewell, fashionable fear;
We’ve killed calamity color.
We’ll tell you when they’re here so
Your farness can feel fuller.

Alone, I appeal to your baser instincts
Tune my riddles like a Fabergé Sphinx
Surprised you brains trained years to get this
'Cause I hit the heart and who could regret this?

Ask me to consider a debatable history
Of heart in the art and some greater mystery
I don't need to learn 'cause mine churn out soliloquy
Carve out these marvels from the stone you broke and we

Haunt a present where no one can subjugate
The Bold gone Gold, upsold like a delegate
I'm not asking you to forgive the ignorance
Just dole out the dollars for our kids' allowance

Far corner of stone, as hard as a cyst
A hand held open curled into a fist
Parties still gather to plead to the son
Who carries his father down the mountain
With distance some laugh, but I'm willing to bet
That laugh thins with trouble the closer you get
To no man's land and its cold facades,
Hollow houses and dwindling odds

Twitter kills paragraphs
Now I only write epitaphs
Because the word, word, word
Well, the word is a bird

I've no desire to repeat myself, but
I have to get back in the groove of my rut

Same now as then
Lame bow, passed yen

A dap ta tion

If there's one thing we'll never do
It's travel to the moon (the moon!)
If there's one thing we'll never see
It's evidence on TV

We'll never put the big top down
The happiness will last and last
Our main events behind us
The puppets of the past

So where's the future? What's a future?
That's just more of what we've got
For anything created here is
Captured old and never caught

Like dinosaurs, our colored dragons
In lines we wonder, understand
As good as any, every story
As good as God, the word of Man

Oxygen, air, breathe
Oxygen, water, breathe
Oxygen, earth, nourish
Oxygen, fire, fuel

Gravity, eye, glare
Gravity, voice, sigh
Gravity, arms, tire
Gravity, skin, sag

Piano, tongue, soft
Piano, soul, cry
Piano, mind, piece
Piano, heart, peace