StephenVanTuyl

dislocated bits of gray matter written down in notebooks for posterity who will ever care to read them and what will they think if they do written down in notebooks for posterity oh what a pompous pretention what will they think if they do my pen is writing and I can't seem to stop it words flowing for the sake of their own existance to think that I could walk in such company to fly with the eagles and the owls words flowing for the sake of their own existance muted voices speaking into empty darkness to fly with the eagles and the owls who will care to read them muted voices speaking into empty darkness dislocated bits of gra

I heard about love in a fairie tale once a long time ago how can people talk about forever when it's something they can never know one thing I have found in the course of my life learning how to play this game forever is a lie because everything changes nothing ever stays the same broken windows and lost oportunities wandering souls caught up in the wind searching for reason in all this insanity circles in circles beginning to end I once knew a lady with a fire in her eyes they burned like the sun for me we were best friends we were together it was something anyone could see but lately when I look in her eyes in the eveni

What about them What about the faces on the evening news Where do I put them What do I do with them while I'm putting on my shoes What about him What about the man with the sign on the street that sais he's homeless and hungry what do I do with him as I'm sitting down to eat What about her what about the woman who's husband beats her black and blue yet she's too terrified to leave what do I do with her while I'm making love to you What about the children hiding from the bombs falling on Afganistan and Iraac what do I say to then where do I put them while I'm thinking of payback What about him what about the man sta

old man haggard staggers along the pathway through the park Skin weathered leathered wrinkled lines in the poem of time eyes haunted daunted broken windows in the dark hand reaching beseaching why must I be left behind phone ringing singing empty tones from a meaningless song hello hurry worry I look around but now he's gone