Can you see me, can you see?
I wonder if you may..
For even I'm not sure
Just who I am today.
Do you know me, do you know?
What child might lurk inside?
Who I really am?
Can Anne come out and hide?
Do ya really wanna find me?
Why do I stay away?
'Cause in my warm, safe place..
My true self won't fly astray.
Win me over and defeat me?
Bring me out to play?
I don't wanna play your games..
So here is where I'll stay.
Will you care, care about me?
If I decide to come on out?
Or will you just abuse me...
And slap me all about?
Do ya really wanna know me?
Then you'll have to come on in...
'Cause I ain't coming out there...
No...not without a friend.
Do ya love me, do ya love?
Then you should know my fear.
Is met not with pure joy,
But is covered in a tear.
A desire to come out..
To show I do exist..
But not to play the games..
On that, I can't subsist.
Can ya tell me, go on and tell me?
You wanna try and meet?
Meet me in the middle?
Accomplish such a feat?
Do you care enough to try?
And reach out with a hand?
To help me out, not force me?
Of this self-imposed quicksand?
Is it safe, safe to show?
Who I really wanna be?
Not just in here alone...
But outside can I be me?
Maybe I will come...
If your hand is one I trust...
Then I may reveal myself...
It'd be my choice, and not a must.
For those in need of daily inspiration
Thursday, August 26, 2010
The Night - 1986
We are the human ones...
the running, fervent, fleeting ones.
They are the voicing ones...
The crying, grasping, groping ones.
And through a lonely space a voice is traveling...
Through the wind, it's only home.
Wind is the howling one,
The freezing, dark and stinging one...
Home is the loving one...
the longing, warming, calling one...
And they're perpetuated through their voice
and neither can we remain stationary nor leave...
for the earth, it is our chain.
For us, communication is not transparent...it lies within us...in our hidden souls. Yet the voicing ones...yes, they can see through.
But we cannot see them...for they aren't mortal beings...rather, substance...which is so far above us.
What are they to humans? Why are they so special?
The answer lies within the wind...elusive....never to be found and trapped.
What are they? They are mortal dreams...unattainable and always moving...
Out of reach, yet always sought.
We are a Naked Race.
the running, fervent, fleeting ones.
They are the voicing ones...
The crying, grasping, groping ones.
And through a lonely space a voice is traveling...
Through the wind, it's only home.
Wind is the howling one,
The freezing, dark and stinging one...
Home is the loving one...
the longing, warming, calling one...
And they're perpetuated through their voice
and neither can we remain stationary nor leave...
for the earth, it is our chain.
For us, communication is not transparent...it lies within us...in our hidden souls. Yet the voicing ones...yes, they can see through.
But we cannot see them...for they aren't mortal beings...rather, substance...which is so far above us.
What are they to humans? Why are they so special?
The answer lies within the wind...elusive....never to be found and trapped.
What are they? They are mortal dreams...unattainable and always moving...
Out of reach, yet always sought.
We are a Naked Race.
The Show - 1986
An empty lonely heart is what she has...
And the ones she sees around seem so fulfilled.
The dripping, burning wounds can find no salve.
The pain and tears she's felt, she may have willed.
Yet tears are now released like endless rivers.
Gone and washed away are all old fears.
While others try to believe that they are givers..
of love, that causes happiness, not tears.
She says to them in spirit, "don't be fooled..."
by heartless wishes, selfish and woebegone...
Search for solid dreams, that will never cool
Come live a life that's real, sing a true song.
Don't say that only you can feel the pain.
That everlasting, aching sensation gets us all.
Sometime you'll have to face all that you'll gain
by seeing through the writing on the wall.
It illuminates the truth about ourselves...
and it takes away excuses we try to find.
By lying to ourselves, we find no wealth
only seek an untrue life ~ leave it behind!
No longer afraid, she cruises onward now...
Knowing that others too, now they will see
That what she realized was only hard at first...
And the tearful rivers, for them, won't have to be.
She waits for them to come now, she's felt alone.
And knows they'll see now all they didn't know..
Anticipating friends, light hearts, a sense of home..
Bowing graciously, they each will leave the show.
And the ones she sees around seem so fulfilled.
The dripping, burning wounds can find no salve.
The pain and tears she's felt, she may have willed.
Yet tears are now released like endless rivers.
Gone and washed away are all old fears.
While others try to believe that they are givers..
of love, that causes happiness, not tears.
She says to them in spirit, "don't be fooled..."
by heartless wishes, selfish and woebegone...
Search for solid dreams, that will never cool
Come live a life that's real, sing a true song.
Don't say that only you can feel the pain.
That everlasting, aching sensation gets us all.
Sometime you'll have to face all that you'll gain
by seeing through the writing on the wall.
It illuminates the truth about ourselves...
and it takes away excuses we try to find.
By lying to ourselves, we find no wealth
only seek an untrue life ~ leave it behind!
No longer afraid, she cruises onward now...
Knowing that others too, now they will see
That what she realized was only hard at first...
And the tearful rivers, for them, won't have to be.
She waits for them to come now, she's felt alone.
And knows they'll see now all they didn't know..
Anticipating friends, light hearts, a sense of home..
Bowing graciously, they each will leave the show.
True Love - 1988
When feeling confused, there's not much to do
but figure out what you want.
Life moves too fast, too much good can pass
right before your eyes if you don't.
There is nothing in life that can keep away strife
and ensure all will be as it should.
But there are a few things, like true love can bring
to make the bad seem far less than the good.
Just what is true love? It can't be "defined"
but to me, the key word here, is "true".
Someone you care for, you'd be lost without
who is with you when happy or blue.
It's someone you're sure of, you're sure that you need..
you want, you love, and you care.
Someone you're willing to sacrifice for
because you want them so much to stay here.
It's fairness, companionship, trust, passion, love..
well, they're all just rolled into one.
And in turn, comes some good and yes, there's some bad...
all that exists right under our sun.
So if feeling confused, there's not much to do
but figure out what you want.
And if you can trust love, then I can trust you..
and let go of true love, well, we won't.
but figure out what you want.
Life moves too fast, too much good can pass
right before your eyes if you don't.
There is nothing in life that can keep away strife
and ensure all will be as it should.
But there are a few things, like true love can bring
to make the bad seem far less than the good.
Just what is true love? It can't be "defined"
but to me, the key word here, is "true".
Someone you care for, you'd be lost without
who is with you when happy or blue.
It's someone you're sure of, you're sure that you need..
you want, you love, and you care.
Someone you're willing to sacrifice for
because you want them so much to stay here.
It's fairness, companionship, trust, passion, love..
well, they're all just rolled into one.
And in turn, comes some good and yes, there's some bad...
all that exists right under our sun.
So if feeling confused, there's not much to do
but figure out what you want.
And if you can trust love, then I can trust you..
and let go of true love, well, we won't.
Anonymity-Keep the Bubble Alive - August 2010
(A (cynical, yes) view of many people in our current world-2010)
I can take it and I can leave it
Nothin' means too much to me.
Stamp out any discomfort caused
Would rather ya just leave me be.
No black or white for me, no sir!
Wanna have ample room..
Don't pin me down; ask much of me..
For that brings on nothing but gloom.
For the answers to all big questions, to me,
Just couches me in shame...
I'd rather live my life, oblivious..
I'm Joe Stupid, I've got no real name.
Having one would pin me down,
Box me in and just limit my dreams...
Don't take away my anonymity
Or you'll expose all of my sins.
Bubble mine, oh sweet, pure thing of joy!
Thank you for your protection.
Comforting illusions feed all my lies
And offer me the ultimate affection.
And all you, the rest, just leave me be...
Don't steal my mask of blankness.
Let me live my lies as the truths they now are,
To dwell in my false sense of hopefulness.
I can take it and I can leave it
Nothin' means too much to me.
Stamp out any discomfort caused
Would rather ya just leave me be.
No black or white for me, no sir!
Wanna have ample room..
Don't pin me down; ask much of me..
For that brings on nothing but gloom.
For the answers to all big questions, to me,
Just couches me in shame...
I'd rather live my life, oblivious..
I'm Joe Stupid, I've got no real name.
Having one would pin me down,
Box me in and just limit my dreams...
Don't take away my anonymity
Or you'll expose all of my sins.
Bubble mine, oh sweet, pure thing of joy!
Thank you for your protection.
Comforting illusions feed all my lies
And offer me the ultimate affection.
And all you, the rest, just leave me be...
Don't steal my mask of blankness.
Let me live my lies as the truths they now are,
To dwell in my false sense of hopefulness.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
A Common Confusion
New life and Death, well, they’re somewhat the same
And what’s in-between, it has no name.
We walk around in the light, in the dark
Thinkin’ we know what’s real, but we’re not that smart.
We think we know much, it’s a common confusion
But what we do know is a stinking illusion
I can think when I look in a mirror that I see
A reflection staring back that represents me.
Just what do we know? We know nothing at all.
What we think’s big could really be small.
And why do we think with our eyes we can see
All of our options of how life could be?
Sometimes I just think that if we were all blind
We’d look to our hearts and not just our minds
To find what is real and right in this place
And see what’s real truth just by reading a face.
It’s time to find truth through shadow and light
Put all senses to work using all of our might,
And trust hearts and feelings, not just our words
‘Cause then we’ll be free to soar like the birds.
And what’s in-between, it has no name.
We walk around in the light, in the dark
Thinkin’ we know what’s real, but we’re not that smart.
We think we know much, it’s a common confusion
But what we do know is a stinking illusion
I can think when I look in a mirror that I see
A reflection staring back that represents me.
Just what do we know? We know nothing at all.
What we think’s big could really be small.
And why do we think with our eyes we can see
All of our options of how life could be?
Sometimes I just think that if we were all blind
We’d look to our hearts and not just our minds
To find what is real and right in this place
And see what’s real truth just by reading a face.
It’s time to find truth through shadow and light
Put all senses to work using all of our might,
And trust hearts and feelings, not just our words
‘Cause then we’ll be free to soar like the birds.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Tears of True Reflection
Strength is Loving, Weakness is Hating.
The Strong, they're Showing-The Weak are Hiding.
Strength is truly Caring-The Weak are Apathetic...
The Strong don't need to force it-the Weak think they're pathetic.
Strength may be Crying-Bravery seen through a Tear..
While Weakness is Pretending-therre should be no Fears.
Strength is Admitting, that it feels completely Weak...
Weakness keeps on Bragging, that Crying's for the Meek.
Strength is real Truth-Tears of Honesty with a Face...
While Weakness Masquerades...Itself from place to place.
The Strong are Bold, Allowing-Room enough to Admit..
But the Weak continue plowing, through quicksand bit by bit.
Strength can also be Clinging, 'cause it holds on tight to Truth..
Weakness keeps on trying-to just fool itself and You.
Strength sees and knows itself-it contemplates life's Direction..
Weakness covets false wealth, as a mask hides true reflection.
Strength sometimes appears weak, yet it cannot ever go wrong..
And Weakness knows too well, that it's anything but Strong.
Strength knows who it is-and is sometimes picked on, torn apart..
But the Weak remain oblivious, that through some tears, true Strength could start.
We all are Strength.
The Strong, they're Showing-The Weak are Hiding.
Strength is truly Caring-The Weak are Apathetic...
The Strong don't need to force it-the Weak think they're pathetic.
Strength may be Crying-Bravery seen through a Tear..
While Weakness is Pretending-therre should be no Fears.
Strength is Admitting, that it feels completely Weak...
Weakness keeps on Bragging, that Crying's for the Meek.
Strength is real Truth-Tears of Honesty with a Face...
While Weakness Masquerades...Itself from place to place.
The Strong are Bold, Allowing-Room enough to Admit..
But the Weak continue plowing, through quicksand bit by bit.
Strength can also be Clinging, 'cause it holds on tight to Truth..
Weakness keeps on trying-to just fool itself and You.
Strength sees and knows itself-it contemplates life's Direction..
Weakness covets false wealth, as a mask hides true reflection.
Strength sometimes appears weak, yet it cannot ever go wrong..
And Weakness knows too well, that it's anything but Strong.
Strength knows who it is-and is sometimes picked on, torn apart..
But the Weak remain oblivious, that through some tears, true Strength could start.
We all are Strength.
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