Train Through A Tunnel

Train Through A Tunnel

Laid back, I sit by the open window
Resting my elbow on the frame
As the train rushes along, the fields
And rivers and trees, none ever the same

The subtleties of indifferent change
Brought of a steady foreign influencing
I sit through and watch it unfold
Over drifting pungent wafts of seasoning

The world, in essence, passes by
And is faster still the passing of day
The sun, exhausted on its own
Pulls out to its pale red parking bay

It's dark all of a sudden, a rushing dark
Not the sun, it still has a while to go
It's an ominous dark, a tunnel of smoke
For the light I then hold, inching slow

The subtleties of change, not indifferent
The now inward self influencing
I can no longer sit and watch unfold
Over the pungent wafts of self burning

The smoke thickens as old people join
The clouds left behind, for me to grow
The more the merrier, or contrary
For the light I then hold, inching slow

It's light, and sudden stops the smoke
The sun out west efforts on in my frame
As the train rushes along, the fields
And river and trees, none ever the same

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The Resignation Of The Resigned

The Resignation Of The Resigned

The path of you, your resignation
And the roads looking forward
Their summary asymptotic union
All encompassing, closing inward

The precession of omnivore hope
And the unfocused discretes
The faces that deny a stillness
In contrasts of unlighted streets

The promises, long laundered
Amid reassuring attempts
The self-help, the self-battles
The self-love and contempts

This resignation has been adrift
A paper boat in choppy waters
An ablution from the relatives
In absolutes of uneasy saunters

The railing on a loosened bolt
The last unsevered connect
To the unraveling of the reality
Where asymptotes intersect

Who has prepared for this?
Not your twisted flicker smile
This path of you, your resignation
Your trudge to the farthest mile

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The Eucalyptan Rustle

The Eucalyptan Rustle

The sunset breeze brings in tales
From the far lands out west
The mountains that raise my horizon
And the sea far beyond

I sit here listening amidst the leaves
This sweet-pungent carpet, ever growing
As the tales rise in louder fervour
And ebb away after dark

The tales are distant, of the unknown
Not all complete, or rational
Like day-dreams of a distant cousin
And I'm the unsuspecting privy 

I listen, for it is better
It reminds me of books
These, the tales of the breeze
Tales, in the eucalyptan rustle

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The Principled Man

The Principled Man

"That's the way I do it"
Says our principled man
Exceptions are his rules
And then describes in essence
All that he refrains, if he can

Persistence is personified
In our principled man
He's always out of tools
And his ramblings are forever
Astride a cranky ol' motor van

Give a soft couch of comfort
To our principled man
Think often of the mules
And he calls you a foolish splurge
'cause all foam deserves a ban

Its always a silent battle
For our principled man
Shrapnel are for fools
And the stakes are always high
So to the flanks is where he ran

Never look straight in the eye
Of our principled man
Glares of shimmering pools
And the flares may seem blinding
The wasted fire of a burning man

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Standing Still

Standing Still

Let me stand still today
Not like those tempting times
That I've rushed by my side
Done much of the same
Over and over again

Let me stand still today
The rolling stone in the bowl
Mossed and taken to a rot
Confined in its run
Over and over again

Let me stand still today
In a ten thousand souled river
As they brush by my hide
Take me in their rush
Over and over again

Let me stand still today
Its something new that I do
Over and over again

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Agora - Phobia || Solo Celebrations 

Agora - Phobia

Agora - Phobia

A man breaks into a sprint
Squeezes past elbows
And bodies that glint
Without arms that work
And minds that think
Timeless, tall, rusted
As if cast on a splint

Its not your world old man
We are in this gathering of fools
  
The man gets nowhere
Tumbles and falls
With no one to care
He breaks into a sob
The giants unaware
Metal pedesis flows
I hear a cry and a swear

Its not your world old man
We are in this gathering of fools

I wait for him to rise
Composed and serene
To reclaim his prize
An ounce of lost pride
Stifle the unheard cries
And lay this pile of rust
Amid dust of borne lies

Its not your world old man
Not any more ...
Not any more ...
We are in this gathering of fools

But there he lies in pain
As the giants surround
Pile the weight of pride slain
His cries cannot pierce
Tunes the sirens gain
As the metal sprouts hands
And heads gore a life in vain

I say .. 
Its not your world old man
We are in this gathering of fools

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Solo Celebrations || Standing Still 

Solo Celebrations

Solo Celebrations

When life pulls the rug from under your feet
Or makes you slip on a banana peel
Do your best for that moment to fly
Miss the ground and aim for the sky

Let yourself free from the hold of gravity
Be an astronomer on a space walk
Be the mighty eagle that soars the blue sky
Or the little hummingbird that buzzes by

Make the most of this chance you’ve got
Life doesn’t let everyone its launchpad
Celebrate this day like successes of your tact
But do it alone; failures are only a solo act

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Agora - Phobia || Standing Still