Bob's Poetry

waters movement
calms the mind
one falls silent
one keeping time
but not the time
in seconds or by clock
but time everflowing
each drip and each drop
and not the silence
like no one is around
but the silence of my innervoice
i become every sound
sitting here at waters edge
waves roll in and fill my head
with thoughts and dreams of my own life
natures healing
worth any price

you might think that i am dumb
but from where do questions come?
my silence this time just can't conceal me
from where answers are from i can see clearly
but the why's the where's the when's and why nots
i can't figure
then what have i got?
just a list of some thoughts
to think upon
if i'm not right must i surely be wrong?
can i keep asking questions
that i know not where from?
or will one day i find
where questions are begun?

the night tonight
is grey and black
ocean breeze blows
trains click click clack
the air is full of peace from within
i first breathe it out
then i breathe in
in the still i think
night is like a well
that we drink from so deep
and the well is like an ocean
that we swim in for free
and the ocean is like a stream
so fresh and so pure
and the stream is like life
flowing ever more
and life is like death
the only constant is change
and death is like a circle
with ending points arranged
and a circle is like the daytime
the sun draws in the sky
and the daytime is like the nighttime
but the moon rules way up high

for the future
or for the page
the whole world is inside of us
our body but a cage
there is no deeper meaning
don't try to look within
our time here is but fleeting
so look beyond your skin
inside each one of us lies vast energy
your body will only turn to dust
your soul will set you free
realize each atom in our bodies
used to be a star
take this thought and make it yours
and you'll always know who you are

why can't i fly ?
into the blue cotton ball poka dotted vastness
why can't i fly ?
to where the future has already past us
my soul through a dream
salmon up the stream
bats in a cave
everyone at a rave can fly
why can't i ?
a seagull harnessing the power of the rotating earth
two dragonflies fly tandom while mating for all they're worth
a butterfly through the autumn aftrenoon sky
a bumble-bee buzzing from flower to hive
can fly
why can't i ?

falling quick now fast to sleep,
candle's wick just burns so deep.
our subconcious fills the bottoms,
of the wells and oceans of our minds.
but if we could but weigh them,
we'd know what really was inside.
our minds and our bodies
seem in these two ways conflicting:
our bodies bound in space,
and our minds space is never-ending
our bodies are the chariot of
our mind our spirit and soul.
our minds are just awareness,
yet retains total control.
if you take these thoughts and look,
they will fit neat and nice together.
but look at them in detail,
and you'll go on looking forever.

night times reality,
a place to run away.
human's commonality,
a space to let the mind play.
dreams are hidden from the waking mind,
as though covered by a lattice sheath,
but sometimes they're the break through kind,
and your concious sees underneath.
dreams are pure creativity,
that frees the minds captivity,
and allows the body to try,
what it can not on the outside.
dreams are the key to understanding,
what your subconcoius is demanding.
dreams are too unbelievable to be true,
dreams are every part you.
so do yourself a favor....
and listen.

silence recalibrates my senses
silence sets them to zero
silence increases my chances
silence keeps my ears low
silence frees my senses
silence emancipates my inner voice
silence leaves me no defences
silence opens up every choice
silence precipitates all the answers
silence anticipates everything
silence hears my every heart beat
silence makes my ears ring
silence tells no lies to me that i don't tell myself
silence lets my mind be free on a cushy waterbed of wealth