No One's Listening

I sing of life
I sing more than words
I sing melody and rhythm
I sing for joy

Life is a joy
Of abundance and flavor
Life is a song
It goes on forever

I sing of leaves and grass and air
I sing of the smells
That drift through the air
I sing of sunshine

Songbirds sing with me.
We sing of beauty.
We are full of our happiness.
We share it with the world

The world is so full of music
Music rings from the trees
As the sun filters down
To my earth down below
Where I sing and I play
And life fulfills life
‘Cuz I’m alive today

It’s great when your
Second time feels like
The first.
Don’t be mislead
Merely by words.
The first time was
Disorganized
To say the least.
And I was untrained.
How rude!
Of course what did
I know?
New learning, new
Knowledge,
But getting over it,
I’ve found something
Real.
And it may be the
Second Experience,
But the first time
Right.
I know
Much better now.
Education is nice.
Experience is better.
Redemption is so
Refreshing.
And starting fresh?
Welcome to heaven.

Can you see?
Thank you.

When I come in the morning
I’ll envelop your face.
Like the skin you wear now,
That sheet I can replace.
For every sad misconception,
To which you so dearly hold.
A piece of mind does not exist;
A piece of skin…

What does it take?
Who should I be?
I’d give anything to help you see.
I myself live in the dark.
I may be blind,
But it’s your vision I can give
If you choose to have life,
My life I’ll let you live.

Some fear death –
Is it an end in itself?
Some fear growing old –
What dark path lies ahead?
Some fear pain –
Can it be fathomed?
Some fear the lack of love –
Isn’t it equal to the above?
Some fear the lack of freedom –
But, where does freedom come from?

I fear the lack of knowledge.
How can I know what lies beneath the skin?
The human soul is a soft and sad deception.
More than anything I wish
I could know someone’s pure motives.
Yet, the more I live
the more I realize how little
I know about my deepest inner soul.
How much more can I know
or understand about anyone else?
I shudder at the fact
that no matter how well I know anyone,
I can never have pure confidence
In people’s motives.
If I can deceive myself
you can deceive yourself
right along with me.
Is that what makes love so special?
The more you give to another person
the more you open yourself
to the pain that they can cause you.
Blind love ignores the danger of closeness
True love sees the danger
yet sacrifices personal confidence
in security from the lack of love,
pain, a future of sadness, and a lonely death.
That is why we have One security,
and no matter who fails
we can live free of fear
of loosing the One.

A piece falls to a cold barren ground.
I sit alone in my world.
I watch as the smoke curls to the sky.
Twisting, it is liberated as it ascends
To the great open.

People…
Where are all the people?
Another piece falls.
Burned, used, and wasted.
I smell the stale air
Mixed with my own aroma.
As night falls I begin to notice my solitary glow.
But I am not warmed.
Still cold I labor on.
But I labor alone.
Alone, yes.
Did you hear me? Alone!
But there is no one listening.
Another piece drifts away
Shattering softly as it touches the ground.

Reflecting…
I see the remains of those who came before me
Scattered and swirling in the wind.
The more I lose
The quicker I approach the end.
I’m losing purpose.
I’m losing function.
I’m losing order.
I’m losing it all;
Everything that I never had to begin with.
Who am I?

Solitary…
Yet another piece falls down.
Down, down, down
The consuming spiral
That tears apart your soul.
It eats away; consumes me.
As I smolder to a slow nothingness,
Smoke goes up –
Ashes drift down…

I glow bright today.
But my empty existence is reaching its time.
Its finite time,
Time of termination.
I feel it coming as my fingers glow warmer.
My lips will soon be still.
My taste will diminish.
I will be snuffed out
With no aftertaste to leave behind.
I see it!
It’s coming!
Another piece blows away.
I’m on my last strand.
I think I’m there…

…I cease to think.
I was.
I no longer be.
I burned out alone;
Always alone.
I reached that point.
Only my filter remains.
And it is cast among
The rest.
The rest.
Useless.
Alone.
I pause.
I die.