Some days the highs
are nowhere to be found
Other days the highs
Are barely off the ground
Most days are lows
An ever constant foe
Some days the lows
Just make me want to go

My body leans
In the scene to the left
Where my soul in perfect time
It starts to melt

My body leans
In the scene to the right
Where my soul in perfect time
Finds dreams to smelt

My body stands
In the scene in the middle
Where my soul is froze in time
And nothings felt

A brief touch of left
It did create the light
To vaporize the right
In scenes of inner fight

From a stagnate middle
When you’re feeling brittle
And the meanings riddle
Where all feelings ripple

My soul it starts to sing a song
When it feels some kind of bond
Perhaps it knows that it is wrong
But it still needs to sing the song

My soul wants what the eyes can’t see
To sooth it in those times of need
To guide it with that forward speed
That helps the mind to intercede

My soul wants what the eyes can see
By complicating want for need
My eyes can see in front of me
My soul wants it to set me free

Contradictions are afflictions
In a world that’s full of fiction
Contemplating want for need
So very often won’t succeed

A soul that wants what it has seen
When what it needs not in the scene
A soul that needs no college dean
To tell it this is where it’s been

My soul it starts to sing a song
When it feels some kind of bond
Perhaps it knows that it is wrong
But it still needs to sing the song

don't mind at all, although meaning is open to interpretation.

It fits very well depending on how you interpret the verse.

in the first case the soul is escaping the family trees with disease so its looking to be lost at sea.

I have to admmit i find it difficult expaining meainng in my poems since they are mostly biographical and filled with hidden meaning.

I have one that has been read many times and no has yet to find the hidden lines in it.

Please excuse me now, in hoping you don't mind since this came to me as soon as i read your line.

A soul wants, what the eyes can't see
To sooth it in those times of need
A soul wants, what the eyes can see
By contradicting want for need

A mind that’s filled with logic gates
Each one directs a new debate
An AND an OR exclusive NOR
Call all debaters to the floor

A mind that’s filled with memory cells
Indexed, divided addressed well
Philosophy in storage space
Debate subjects will challenge faith

Evolutions a conclusion
Or perhaps just an illusion
Outer space the grandest place
For perhaps another race

Ghosts and spirits are they near us
Can they see us or just feel us
Religions found some shaky ground
Hypocrisy and bigotry can that really set you free

A mind that’s filled with hidden wisdom
That has no wealth and rules no kingdom
A soul that been to outer space
To contemplate the human race

A note a note
It’s not a moat
A note to quote
A quote to note

Notes with words just have to send
A note that's written with a pen
A note that’s penned in time to spend
A note in ink for you my friend

A note a dot a music score
Some quarter notes with time for more
Notes are played with soul to tend
A symphony for you my friend

The double life that is a note
A symphony of notes to quote
A bridge of notes to cross the moat
A bar of notes to help you float

A note a note
It’s not a moat
A note to play
And not to quote

A sad life it’s all trite
Search keen knife glean
Jailed soul first scene
Lights up open dream

Darkness fills a tragic mind
Where trying only kills the time
Repetition as a course of action
A time a line no more distraction

A lifetime’s trials to find a line
Where happiness and love combine
Acceptance calming brand new truth
Lightning split trees all rotten roots

Family trees long time disease
A soul wants lost a soul wants seas
Sharpened axe smooth hardwood handle
Chop a V then light a candle

A soul found trapped in nothingness
Despite its love despite its gifts
A soul that withers and soon dies
Within those fears that wet the eyes

And fear combines to find the line
Where life’s relief is just a dime
Crisp white papers black ink sign
Material things to leave behind

A sad life it’s all trite
Search keen knife glean
Freed soul end scene
Fade light close dream

i had someone at my door this morning at 3 am
looking thru my mail slot and then they
beat the door with a baseball bat and left
it at another door down the hall.

what kind of intent does a bad
show

it's quite a bad, and i am now
scared shitless that trying
to reconcile my life on this
site may have instead just
put it in danger

i barely have friend let
alone enimies that i don't
even know...

i think i should kill the profile
and try and get back into my shell.

nope, these things just pop into my head whenever they like, just started writing them down 3 months ago. This is number 58.

Poor device failed first inspection
That sweet sadness of rejection
“DEREGISTERED”, without flection
A Hacker’s Art of new dissection

Oh but soon, a cold boot thrashing
Beeping, flashing, electrons clashing
Hacked and stacked with no bashing
A hacker’s glean for something flashing

A hackers mind cannot be blind
To inner secrets so entwined
For soon the springs begin to wind
Rotating gears soon slowly grind

Hackers keen to push the rules
From greedy minds of corporate fools
Who manipulate the social tools?
And denigrate the halls of schools

A hacker’s mind it’s designed to find
A hacker’s mind it will not resign
A hacker’s mind it’s a diamond lined
With all the things not yet defined

If you learn past the tab, the images could transform to sounds, the dots and numbers to notes.......

The one thing i can't do with my words, is create the rythme they deserve.

Personally, i've been learning the guitar for many years now. Mostly finger style, can't strum worth a ****....

here's two different variations of something that came to my mind some time ago.........I think i belongs with one of my poems or perhaps with something yet to come. Lets see if i can do this in pure text mode......

">" let ring
"s" slide
"oo" repeat between

BPM = 70

this was the first one that came to mind

3/4 timing - eight notes, 4th and 8th and last whole.

E |------9------12>----------|-----7-----10>-------------|
B |--10----10----------------|--8-----8------------------|
G |--------------------------|---------------------------|
D |--------------------------|---------------------------|
A |--------------------------|---------------------------|
E |--------------------------|---------------------------|


E |-----2-----5s-4>----2>----|--------------------------||
B |--3-----3-----------------|--------------------------||
G |--------------------------|--------------------------||
D |--------------------------|--------------------------||
A |--------------------------|--------------------------||
E |--------------------------|--------------------------||

then i thought i would speed it up a bit to see
what would happen....

12/8 timing

all quarter notes, 7th and 14th dotted, end with whole.

E |---------9-------------12>-------7----------10>--------|
B |-----10-----10----10----------8-----8----8------------|
G |o-11-----------11----------9----------9---------------|
D |o----------------------------------------------------|
A |-----------------------------------------------------|
E |-----------------------------------------------------|

E |--------2-----------4s-5>-2>-------------------------||
B |-----3-----3-----3-----------------------------------||
G |--4-----------4-------------------------------------o||
D |----------------------------------------------------o||
A |-----------------------------------------------------||
E |-----------------------------------------------------||

A sweet and simple line
Where everything’s entwined
And not much seems divine
Within shadows of the mind

A line made out of rocks
All sloping out to locks
Formed out of all the blocks
Compressed from all the talks

A line made out of shells
Arranged into the cells
Complete with inner bells
Arithmetic of hells

A sweet and simple line
Where everything’s entwined
And not much seems divine
Within shadows of the mind

A line made out of sand
Emotions which are spanned
A bridge built from the strands
Of all those things unplanned

A line made out of time
That intersects divine
And crosses thought to mind
Sublime, defined, combined

Hot melt glue can make you blue
Hot melt glue will stick to you
Hot melt glue will bind things tight
Like a container on a ship at night

Hot melt glue attracts the cool
Like clear blue water in a pool
Hot melt glue will follow you
And a touch may make you blue

Hot melt glue will surely set
Without your fingers poking it
A quick retreat reveals the feat
Caused by decay of inner heat

Hot melt glue can be real fun
A long cool web no spider spun
For hot melt glue exists in space
In two completely different states

Bring cool to heat and let it steep
And it will slowly start to creep
Like oil in a pristine creek
And for a while it all looks bleak

Hot melt glue may lay the tracks
To playing with warm candle wax
But only if you mind the facts
And really try and just relax

Hot melt glue an ode to you
A solid with a liquid past
A liquid’s end in solid mass
A strange companion for a task

A common chord of action
Can create a real distraction
And perhaps a little traction
Towards a simple satisfaction

An action can be numerous
Within a mind that’s devious
In casting away the previous
To make a life less tedious

An action can be frightening
Like being struck by lightning
An action can be exciting
When there isn’t any lighting

With an action that’s erotic
And a common though melodic
You can dream of the aquatic
While you wipe away chaotic

A common chord of action
Can create a real distraction
And perhaps a little traction
Towards a simple satisfaction

Life will drip down to the floor
Where it collects for something more
Earth’s gravity will force a flow
With perhaps someplace to go

An inventory of the story
Does not leave much room for glory
An inventory of emotion
Results and faults accepted notions

A river flows across the floor
Seeking that crack below the door
A river seeps into those cracks
Created by those things that lacked

Ashes float in eddy currents
Within a soul without deterrents
A soul floats out with infinity
With the acceptance of reality

Safety nets all built with branches
Without support are simply stanchless
A falling soul that only found
The cold and hard of solid ground

A life’s lessons from the past
A screenplay written with no cast
A life’s ripple in the river of time
Will silently complete the rhyme

I write the words within my mind
That serve some purpose that it finds
Anger fills it to the brink
When people speak before they think

Those conclusions in your head
Of what the writing really said
Force my soul to pick a fight
For who gave you that ****ing right

Interpretations my sedations
Need to find some inner patience
Interpretations are conclusions
Those are simply your illusions

Read the things my mind can think
Or wash them down the ****ing sink
I can't excuse that bigot’s cause
For it deserves not one applause

Bigots they will anger me
For all of their stupidity
Bigots are just space in time
That simply ****ing wastes your mind

Simple words from ****ing turds
All gathered in some kind of herd
Force my mind to hear the third
While anger morphs right into curds

I'll dig my feet right in the ground
And burns those bridges all around
While anger bleeds out on the land
To feed me while I make a stand

Bigots are a ****ing strife
That should be cut out with a knife
A cancer morphed into those words
That never should be ****ing heard

Interpretations my sedations
Need to find some inner patience
Interpretations are conclusions
Those are simply your illusions

You may not like it or invite it
This different me that’s here to stay
The past is dead in future’s way
And I for one will have my say

Take those illusions and conclusions
And check them at the ****ing gate
For all the bridges to my doorway
With be burnt with all such hate

Moon rays dancing thru the trees
On a still night with no breeze
Are casting shadows with an ease
And ebbing tides within the seas

Emotional autopilot would not hide it
When those moon rays had divided
Bounced around and then collided
With a flash that soon subsided

Reflecting shadows in the vision
Of all the times with indecision
The man in the moon will fraternize
To simply make you close your eyes

Soon lunar visions mesmerize
Emotions locked and pressurized
With fleeting thoughts to temporize
Sweet memories of stellar skies

A soul that needs no golden locks
To put itself back in the box
Anticipations outer touch
Can simply seem to be too much

Windows reflections they will blind
Thoughts of different in your mind
The recollections they are directions
To the inner soul’s deflections

Ninety degrees multiplied by four
Add some height up past the door
Fasten the door up really tight
To block out all that outer light

Shutout the ears without the tears
To block out sound to last the years
Close your eyes and memorize
The visions of your new disguise

Visions of a different scene
Sometimes are really only dreams
Looking thru those windows seem
To conjure up an unattainable regime

So put the soul back in the box
And fasten down those inner locks
Perhaps it’s good to leave the window
While the mind just sits in its limbo

Acceptance it is a brand new step
To keep the heart from what is left

The science of a poets mind
Sometimes it is not pure divine
For it can be a real curse
With a mind that’s always
Filled with verse

You can write it all inside your head
Without it ever being said
You can write it while you stand in line
With the rhythm of the perfect time

Your soul it just won’t miss a beat
When the rhythm makes move your feet
For it will represent defeat
To that rhythm that is strangely neat

A poet will take pure emotion
And convert it to a form or notion
By taking something felt not heard
And converting it to simple word

You can let it take your mind instead
On a trip from what the words had said
To a feeling felt within the soul
From the trip of what the story told

The science of a poets mind
Sometimes it is not pure divine
For it can be a real curse
With a mind that’s always
Filled with verse

Snapshots taken of a moment in time
Captured, held within your mind
Snapshots taken of a slice of memory
Developed, fixed to the family tree

Windows that reveal a simple find
Locations, notations within the mind

Allow the soul to start to flow
With the slow rhythmic waves
In that absence of a haze
On an ocean of emotion
In the absence of commotion
And the time is simply frozen

Frustrations, creations that make it blind
Repetitions, prisons for a soul resigned

Simple days there is no haze
Simple days without a phase
When the wind has stopped its run
To strike a deal with the sun

And a soul is on the run
From the nothingness of one
And the mind runs from the night
In the search of something bright

Snapshots taken of the current emotion
Guided, divided then silently frozen