New Stuff for December Part Deux

Poem: The Potter 

Have I been torn by luxury?

You are half a century old

but there's life inside you

stories left to be told

Your work and your love

they keep you so young

People pray to be immortal

for a kingdom to come

But with your hands

Eternity is constantly done

It is spun on a wheel, the axis of your world

In each mold you see wonders, the smiles of your girls

The shine of space's sun, the gleam of deep sea pearls

Yeah, your years on this earth more than double mine

yet I am worn, jaded, embittered by time

So in the same way you find council in clay

I look for guidance in each word you say

So tell me, Creator

Have I been floating carelessly?

Has my reputation surpassed the real me?

Have I fallen victim to opportunity?

Have I been torn by luxury?

New stuff for December

Song: Victim of Motion

I've been listening to your clicking joints

looking at the way you move

when your body isn't searching for a point

when you are truly you

You got shivers in your fingers

Tremors in your toes

and oh it just feels so good

all this movement, all alone

The school bell ring seems days away and you're

squirming around, not acting your age

Your bag turns to a ball and chain, and your desk

seems more like a cage

And you wish you could shut it out, cause its taking all

your devotion

But you can't help yourself you're a...victim of motion

You lock your door and look around

you never know who could be there

Stereo starts making sounds

and you let down your hair

You don't care about the melody, cause for now its just 

you and the beat

Singing with your sidestep, drumming with your feet

If some eyes besides yours pried

you'd surely bring a stop to the song

But one day that shame will die

and you'll prove all the naysayers wrong

When that mornings sun does rise, and you realize the coma you've been on

you'll yourself a victim...a victim to motion.

more soon to come!....