The Eighth

The favorite number from ever forever,

For me the past that lies before,

The road seen many times together,

And yet there seems to be something more.

I can't pull away and can't leave the tracks,

Ongoing and going with tunnel vision I see

Only the line ahead keeping me from being free,

Keeping me from being me. No, just relax.

It is me it must be, for on this path I

Continue until the stampede in my chest

Stands taller than all of this distressed

Tossing and turning and driving my mind's eye

Beyond before during and everlasting

Never stopping breaking and only surpassing:

The Seventh

Death came knocking on my door today,

Not really to take me away,

But to show me through its eyes,

What lie in store behind all of the cries,

Into the mind's eye to see,

To feel what cannot be free.

Sometimes I have lied awake wondering,

To sleep is to shut down that very engine

That allows us to experience the impossible.

Wandering through woods and between trees

Wandering through the city and around people,

Place becomes unimportant, sight blind, hearing deaf.

We can feel the touch of any story, moment, or everlasting desire,

And close our mind to the explicable, tangible, to feel the imaginable.

The Sixth

Guilt lays hard on the hands of The Humble.

Straying about, here and there

Never stopping to look around, beware

Of the melancholy spots surrounding us thus,

Here, there, around everywhere, with fuss

At us be-cuss no one sees, no one hears

The ones who are coming to bring tears

To the heavy hearted hardy handlers

Who take one wrong turn into Mandlers.

Now spinning, now flipping, now crashing

Into the abyss we have been thrown,

By our own intentions we should have known.

Here it ends, here it lies, the forget-me-not

Fruit that evergrows in our minds.

Our own mistake, our own wrong turn,

Once only once did we reach out and burn

The hearts of the beloved, the hearts of they,

Those who stood before us, listened to us say;

I am here. Here I stand. Before all of You.

What a moment. What vision. What a View.

Follow Me. I'll show you the Way.

Be not afraid. Be not led Astray.

And so we went and we walked

We dined and we talked.

All fine and dandy strolling along

Until that poor schmuck hit a gong.

And so we are here.

At the bottom of the abyss.

And no one can see to the side.

No one can see, only can we bide.

And the Mandlers are around unrelenting.

At this moment in time we think repenting.

And all the while we cannot bear the weight.

Until that poor schmuck opens up the great gate.

And then all shall look to fantastically behold and see.

Up above where we once stood firm upon solid ground.

There is a Light of Hope leaking from every angle around.

Guilt may lay hard on the hands of The Humble,

But after the fall has been accomplished, ye arise from the crumble.

The Fifth

All the woes and pleasures of the world unite,

Bring forth the sweet smells of morning delight,

When all that is can be found,

And all that was lies unbound,

Forever and ever as the stars ordain,

Without cares and wonders in vain.

Yet: the ones who say they know prove,

the ones who say they have proof know,

intelligence come forth from reason,

reason escape from the tangles of treason,

the sun fall through the clouds above,

And the winding mazing roads lead to love.

I shall sing a sweeter song tomorrow,

But tomorrow is yet to come.

The Fourth

Staying, decaying, fraying, laying,
Draining, baneing, janeing, paining,
Ailing, bailing, snailing, failing,
I just can't focus.

Waving, raving, paving, shaving,
Ebbing, webbing, plebbing, thebbing,
Wasteing, basteing, pasteing, fasteing,
I just can't focus.

Seeing, teeing, being, meing,
Teething, seathing, weathing, reathing,
Tearing, scaring, pairing, frearing,
I just can't focus.

Searing, gearing, rearing, leering,
Pulling, dulling, tulling, bulling,
Hilling, shrilling, killing, milling,
I just can't focus.

Guessing, resting, festing, messing,
Withing, wiseing, whereing, whening,
Whating, whying, howing, whoing,
I just can't focus.

Ibbing, Cribbing, Arkibbing,
Nilbbing, Frilbbing, Orkibbing,
Cilzbbing, Urilzbbing, Srkilzbbing.

The Third

For how many times,

How many rhymes,

The unrelenting wall

Prevent and forever stall.

All too common this block,

With a life like a rock

That stays and never strays,

Portrays but never conveys.

So why continue on,

To push until dawn,

Without advance forward,

What is there to look toward?

If not to break through,

Why pick and dig for new,

When the results remain few,

And the digger never tastes dew.

Because, when the stone never relents,

When the rocks refuse and the pick dents,

Neither matter in forever and ever,

No matter it be dust or diamond,

For now until the bittersweet end,

One always has the pick to crash and rend.

The Second

In life, love, and loss;

Through strife, beyond trial, in the depths of moss;

One must know the way;

Two must look through the fray;

Four begin to move without sway;

All hold the other up when the head is dropping;

None left behind for they will miss the topping;

To know no matter what, no matter when, no matter where;

When the road ahead seems to dark and dangerous to bear;

And the road behind is already fading;

One must only look up to see what is wading;

Through the fog, behind clouds, above the sky;

The sun is always waiting too see you fly.