maybe someday soon

it'll seem, as if it were
all a dream
coming and going on open roads
only you would see
what lay before you
on the shocks, the comeuppance,
the limits and lack of understanding
forgetting tommorow and just letting
things slide
only you would have known
only side would have seen
what we wanted mostly now gone
far-reaching possibility
and understanding
emptying out yourself

findings and exoneration

stumble down my street
hit the bridge canal
knowing what you eat
is better then your hell
finding missing places
events to run in mazes
things you shouldn't do
if they come for you
what you wanted to do
today, tommorow, forever
everything against everything
that's the way it's told
the solution's not so bold
it's scary when it's sold
it's odd, and strange, and yet
you'll get what you get
when they all come through
will it mean something to you?

freedom and misgivings

understanding that you've taken it too far
knowing that you've journeyed too far
to see a capture you've wanted and then
it all goes out in the blink of an eye
figuring problems designed for your kind
and finding them out wrong
you continued when it was too late
you said maybe when it had to wait
something newer makes the sun go 'round
on this cavalcade of kooks downtown...

wonders and apparitions

amazed at the resounding shocks
the palace beat to bet the fox
the only one who knew so is
the one who stopped this unseemly fizz
only you would make the world seem
like a character from a strange dream
what you wanted now will be
only that which you see
and concluding next in the
alternate dimension to be
the one you wander in will take
the proverbial cake
only to make it seem
that it was only a dream
and you were...
standing on the docks throwing rocks
throwing rocks
while the seagulls dance above
in their tiny mountain home
abode to noone known
secret now, to the throne
the passion now awaits
to be the king let's grace
to sing his earthly praise
what is saved what is lost
only now we find the cost
problem found problem fixed
now we all can go to sleep
and rise again, where slumber brings
in the land of mortal kings

running adjacent

understood to be the cause
only you would know
the solution resides within
the heart
and the stolen one knows
what he has done
and only his help can stop him
from what they have
conclusive evidence
made ready for your approach
endlessly declaring left over
maybe you'll find it later
forgetting all the cares
only you would have known

misconstrued apprehension

hidden is what you lack
behind the black, leather-faced
frontage supposing to be
an anger shouted against you see
the last second thought
before turmoil
before the hearts begin to boil
and ring their toil in the leather-faced
frontage-heart, murky and circled with color
mystery to me what it is you see
drawn up into confusion and turmoil
the mystery soups they broth and boil
hidden now from me, what it is you see
to truly be in the projection of all life
growing and rising and rooting and then
all things are done in the blink of the eye
the way the eye catches from its leatherbound room
and comes in too soon, to mean what is truly there
duly done and sacrificed against these men and their advice

falling from you

hidden only seen
knowledge made will be
what conclusively
means the attitude
of what we have to do
kept away for a long time
only you, who understood
the things they do
that they can be
only you want to know
bringing it out from you
onto the new room-veiw
in your house, built sturdy
ready for the day
opposites attract
and you know
what to do
when they follow you