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Dream Yet Complete

The Call

Once upon a child’s mind, did flutter butterfly
Gift to share with one then all, who’ll open wings to try
Asked to ask and seek and knock, on wooded points of view
Goodness treats patient resolve, with echoes ringing true
Child’s play remembering, climb branches looking sees
Others just can’t find the time, and hunt on hands and knees

Contact lost within this space, where filtered light grows dim
Clarity falls up not down, when outside looking in
Some will search for ways to hold, fate’s hand a length away
Thinking armed with tooth to claw, at wisdom’s slow decay
Sow confusion to behold, no forest, only leaves
Spinning yarns of trusting souls, poor fools too blind to flee

Washing hands that knock then walk, on thinking no one home
Hesitation’s lost just like, those forking roads to roam
Some feel more imported needs, and cross off of their lists
Places childish notions lead, on trails that don’t exist
Foolish to have asked at all, one might have recognized
If answer did the questioning, wise mark demystified

Rhetoric a form of art, rhetorical but true
Some sad tidings beach themselves, on words cast out of blue
Curious this mystery, short-lived in memory
Funny how the writing saves, the ends from tragedy
Means the shell can justify, hold ocean to the ear
Laughter from sand castle hall, to door someone draws near

Questions in our upraised hands, and answers we’ll surprise
Like the caterpillar who, does seem to death defy
It might take a miracle, belief may then belie
Fate it seems that common sense, is fated to deny
Battles rage within us all, where truth is compromised
There dreams, like tissue paper wings, are torn and tossed aside

The Choice

Used to seem much easier, when thinking grown-ups knew
Mind your manners, ma and pa, eat all your peas and queues
What a good boy! I would hear, well maybe most the time
Took so long to puzzle out, the peace from never mind
Heartfelt questions children ask, like gum stuck to the soul
Sometimes I forget and look, then answers take their toll

Please don’t think me fishing for, a sympathetic eye
How’s a sheepish boy so blue, to build it in the sky
If not for strange foundations, I’d be on shifting sands
Unconventionality, it takes to draw the plans
Even little piggies know, the waves will wash away
Trails that the children grow, unless in mind they play

It would be much easier, for all of us I think
Look at what we’re standing on, and what we’re on the brink
If now could be just like then, then maybe we could speak
Wouldn’t have to run and hide, from what our wishes seek
If we did not know better, what questions we could ask!
Listening, we’d make believe, and wear the answer’s mask

As for me, I’m often told, who’m I to disagree
Time to join the real world, stop playing make believe
They say I should know better, let’s see if they’re all right
Make believe that we can see, what real worlds are like
Just for fun we can pretend, there’s treasure to be found
Gold doubloons in living rooms, if riddle is unwound

Grown-ups too play make believe, when playing grown-up games
Some play ours when full of moon, before attention wanes
Hard to know just what they’ll think, ’cause what they think they know
Is explained with answers like, That’s just the way it goes
So pardon me a moment, or help me try to reach
Reflections make the grown-up, so that’s what we’ll entreat

We’ll put it in the paper, or better yet, TV
Commentator commentates, most everyone agrees
No heroes without villains, contends the silver screen
Grown-ups might grow interested, if picture me a fiend
You know that we’re all good guys, but others cross their eyes
Besides, the news won’t play it, unless somebody dies

You know that killing’s evil, and no one’s better dead
We’re all good, as I believe, in heart and hardened head
It’s evil to hate evil, so what are we to do
With the mess the grown-ups left, as interest does accrue
If problems were solutions, then answers would abound
Maybe we should thank them all, by foxing with their hounds

Everybody gets a shot, ’cause all the world is staged
Wouldn’t want to waste my turn, blind spot I’d not engage
What if I’ve a single round, the ref might count to ten
Cost of shooting cryptic bull, in eyes would haunt me when
Think of what you could have been, reflections charge displeased
Nothing ventured, nothing lost, except good memories

Some things are worth fighting for, like writing wronged insight
Fighting for a fighting chance, to fight the chance to fight
Biting disapproval crowds, boo bloodied hand from ring
Danger in diverting flight, amend in prayer on wing
Second-staging strategy, make long shot rendezvous
Target the meek never miss, into the black and blue

Wishing on a shooting star, don’t dread the count from ten
If it seems I lost the round, check scenery again
Strategy that I call safe, and umpire calls strike three
Catchers just can’t catch ’em all, runner holds the key
Empty box by empty plate, it always seems the worst
Just before it dawns and you, take second look at first

Batting clean up, leading off, you following my drift?
Seeming things not always are, but answers can we sift
Many meanings have few words, and some are even true
Sometimes three roads lead one to, a fourth that no one knew
Footsteps blaze the trail taken, a path that we’ll create
Just because you’re following, don’t mean I can’t relate

Think I conflict with signals? Should see the signs I yield
Coded morsels in the air, across the diamond field
Mixing words and metaphors, desegregate the game
Some rules should not be broken, some should be profaned
Who are we to question rules? I’ll tell you who and why
We’re the hope another has, the reason that we try

Trust is time to ask yourself, to find the strength to ask
Questions free the answering, unbinding them our task
Faith is time spent wondering, what we’re meant to find
Imagine it’s your purpose, adventure by design
Belief is time to listen, but who has time for that?
Especially when the answers, knock expectations flat

I for one am sick and tired, of cowing in disgrace
Tells me it’s impossible, my time will be erased
Says be realistic, accept my human’s place
Still sensing time to listen, it’s time I should replace
That grown-up pain in mirror, with one that he displaced
Clean out all this common sense, what’s left I will embrace

Don’t dare challenge common sense! is man’s reflexive chant
Nothing I can say or do, unraveling the rant
Unless, perchance, to find the time, to listen wondering
How’d we learn this same ol’ song? No rock in what we sing
Some gold might have fools in us, check iron in the pyre
Sense, should give us more not less, in common with the choir

Much as I would like to stop, mote’s finger in your eye
Yes, I know, it looks like mine, I know the reason why
Who’s on first! a fan exclaims, I’m tryin’ to watch the game
And turn that stupid music down, it always sounds the same
Thank God for little miracles, someone’s tuned us out or in
The endings will come later, for now let’s just begin

So be good sporting metaphors, or catch me if you can
See the third-based coach’s box? Now there’s our biggest fan
An artist in disguising, obscure as obvious
Signs are scented in the breeze, from there to me to us
It’s all so very simple, without a relay man
If you follow where this leads, help me to understand

If aiming not mislead you, to find the place to look
This post’s not judge or jury, it’s me that I mistook
Connections between children, and grown-up pointed views
Scattered seeds I make believe, the gardener can use
Cross pollinated words grown here, with words grown over there
Contrast can electrify, hot seated in high chair

Don’t think it’s a sacrifice, my goal is not to die
But hunters need a season, and quarry to apprise
I know contact’s disturbing, it’s not my aim to taunt
It feels so disrespectful, to give them what they want
I’d say I hate to do this, but all I’ve got is love
For you there in the mirror, come out to fox this dove

The Press

We interrupt this broadcast, ’cause that’s what we do best
History repeats itself, let’s meet our latest guest
The film is at eleven, at twelve and one and two
Rock is rolling round the clock, just like our bad news do
It’s in the public’s interest, to see his last resort
Ratings pointed our view to, bring you special report

His story is still breaking, but this much do we know
Facts are right here in this post, or so I have been told
I’ve tasted the raw footage, things better left unseen
Listen, and we’ll sprinkle in, the sheets he’s been between
Our shov’lers putting over, the time on you to get
The bottom of this story, the line that corporate set

He claims the right, refused the right, for words his deed commits
Explicit boring details, an open book admits
Too big for three-ring courthouse, where lemmings took the fifth
And won landmark decision, they filled their ocean with
Now they run without a care, past pain and suffering found
Solid ground to safely swim, where his defense will drown

This cautionary fable, confession’s ode to crime
Sentence the arrested youth, will serve for wasted time
These words a public whipping, exchanging soul and cell
Fifteen lashes of the clock, three hands to deal him well
Devalued for our viewers, we’ll throw another, too
Behind bad scene’s exclusive, see coop this pigeon flew

We’ll fry this Arnold’s zygote, give Humpty’s benediction
Turned his coat into a pen, framed the mud as fiction
A self-inspecting journalist, push buttoning the crowd
Exposing his remotives, crying crocks out loud
You won’t believe your eyeballs, you’ll hold on to your ears
Little fool is playing chicken, with all that you hold dear

We’re steering you this story, around that dead man’s curve
Straight into your viewing room, unless we have to swerve
You’ve every right to remain, as silent as the night
Don’t try another’s channel, we own conclusive rights
We’ve got no competition, he’s seated over there
Or would you rather join him? We’ve got an extra chair

Don’t say I didn’t warn you, don’t claim you didn’t know
Everybody’s heard you sing, you know how that song goes
It’s common to sense danger, ’cause that’s just what you’ll find
Crossing swords with common sense, missed pieces will remind
Fools pay for admonition, no change from history
That’s the way it is and was, how it will always be

Now you’ve nothing more to fear, you know what that employs
Shov’lers seldom dig the lists, of good grown girls and boys
Avoid the greatest fear itself, don’t get checked over twice
Listings guide our cyclops, too, you know we won’t find nice
No time for desperation, use common measurements
Cut two times for goodness sake, just keep what we call sense

From these remains we’ll build it, and everyone will come
The Christians and the lions, the chauffeured and the thumbs
Once we add fourth ring’s intent, string Dumbo through the streets
Flapping ears or growing nose, won’t save that puppet’s meat
Enlarged for your enjoyment, the biggest topped with mirth
Come malingering around, The Greatest Show Unearthed!

The Trial

Newsreel footage, eyes open wide
And a smile fights the sorrow, the pain, with the pride…

Objection sustained! Gavel and roar
You’ve shed not a tear, you’ll smile now no more
Sit you I order, face what you’ve done
Think you in horror, fate of your son

Blood on your fingers, blood of your blood
Cut down in flower, ground in the mud
Shoe fits the crime, who answered one so
Naïve to ask, how we know what we know

With vaporous trails, to quicksand or cliff
Knowing he’d follow, you cast him adrift
To find his own answer, where no one has tread
Questioning why, to this place you led

Then think he an answer, and thoughts did then bloom
Like scent of a flower, that withers at noon
Like using of spurs, atop a balloon
Why climb to the stars, if there be marooned?

What good such an answer, that slips through the hand
Hold me the snowball, once melted in sand
Need I go further? Hear you your deed?
Poisonous fruit, your son did you feed

Unfit young mother, my orders you’ll heed
I order proceedings, again to proceed
Rewind the visions, to one we do seek
Fish out of water, of him I need speak

For loss do I feel, lost in a room
Backhanded manner, striking too soon
Refresh the beginnings, we know of the ends
Though I never met him, I’m sure we were friends

I seem to remember, his thoughts of that day
Why I remember, or how I can’t say
Something about, giving something away
Strange does it seem, yet of him they portray

Strength of another, took him on his way
Perhaps if I try, explain it I may
What now I perceive, though my eyes say, Nay!
My own voice cries, Stop! yet not I obey…

I see…

Water and man, though young does he seem
Hand of a woman, connected to he
Deserted skin box, out of which leapt
Rivered reflection, safe has it kept

Writing that runs, well watered by tears
Directing to find, that buried in years
Blue mapping of sky, obscuring of cloud
Mote of an eye, caught by the crowd

Knowledge that calls, drives others away
Behind all those bars, that melody plays…

What’s that? You’re right! I’ve led me astray
Resume now the trial, we’ll wrap-up today
Show me the boy, brighten my eyes
Then we’ll this woman, cut down to size.

The space-timing hero, steps into the light
Silver-clad footsteps, an erranting knight
With noble ambition, and golden-eyed sight
For all, and another, on needle alight

In thimble-sized capsule, to launch and take flight
Up wall of the well, to climb past the kite
On breath, inspiration, to glide to new height
To reach to the sun, or maybe not quite

To there stand a place, to drink of insight
To seek of a way, to avert the blight
To taste of the test, to take the first bite
To return again, if gift shining bright

To rocket the pad, two one zero ignite!
To set dream in motion, unearthly delight
His quixotic notion, an end to the plight
Of those given freedom, but choosing to fight

With preconceived notions, of wrong is all right
While jumping conclusions, with eyelids sown tight
Think safety by numbers, this knowledge not might
Just tragic devotion, to cower in fright

This fatal attraction, the longest good-night
With love subjugated, a people contrite
To know of the darkness, but think it be light…

You’re out of order! You’re in my contempt!
Alter the transcript, those lies are exempt
That’s not how we see, that’s not what we know
Is not this trial, preceding the blow?

The guilt a conclusion, foregone evidence
Not preconceived notions, but sound common sense
As everyone knows, our eyelids are thin
Open or closed, they let the light in

Don’t try to defend, to them or to I
We’ve seen it before, our eyes would not lie
And you:
For leading that boy, once safe on the land
To look to the sky, and not in the sand

The price we’ll extract, the blood in the stone
Of a cold-hearted mother, whose boy died alone
Into the wound, the bottom we’ll get
Televise echoes, enhance her lament!

As if by his order, sad does she be
For wishing they’d follow, the judge’s decree
But knowing they look, for what they will find
Her guilt stricken-grief, for justice struck blind

Thinking she fears, the punishment swift
Keeping the wrapping, dispensing with gift
Waste not our time, the gavel declares
Skip to the crime, our proof’s waiting there.

Judging him wise, the jury agrees
Highlights unwind, they know what they’ll see:
Exhausted remains, meandering path
The rocket’s dilemma, traced to her lap

The twisting white trail, the billows in air
And most damning of all, the fading red glare
All speak for the boy, one lost so young
But pity can wait, the film clip’s begun!

He smiles past the camera, and waves to the court
Says to the judge, he will not abort
Then whispers to her, but shines in his eyes
The dream, now his quest, was through her realized

The freckled-face smile, the face disappears
The door’s sealed tight, on nine fleeting years
The rocket explodes, in a cloud of exhaust
Then soars like a phoenix, before all was lost

Hear we no more, his words do convict
His very own mother, that woman who sits
With half-mended hole, his task left undone
Dispense with the verdict, avenge me her son!

Into the wound, she mourns as they pry
Such is the pain, when truth does not lie
Hidden from sight, nowhere to be found
No one to look up, with all looking down

See the wench quake, says one digging deep
And into the courtroom, her sadness will seep
But not for her fate, as scavenger’s meat
She mourns for the one, with dream yet complete

The Answer

Perhaps to fill the vacuum, that nature does abhor
The story chose this vessel, to be its metaphor
Dueling with the either-or, in land of right or wrong
I, gray matters of the heart, cross common censor’s song
Rhythm technicolors in, the lines that drew this hint
Rock and roll with punches thrown, anger isn’t it

Holding fire, let’s play and seek, the black and whites of lies
Scarcely caught in second’s glance, demand supplied disguise
Nursery rhymes and fairy tales, prince and the prodigal one
Independents intersect, whit and the pendulum
Closer moments shave for truth, Cinco de Mayo meant
Fireworks! says Mom’s gold goose, Skylight, ladies and gents

Turning cheek to other cheek, exchanges upper hand
With one-two combinations, romantic’s dream is fanned
Syncopate the metronome, tick talking hypno-box
Rowing gently up that stream, good timing keys the locks
Easy as the count to three, that once upon a time
Cast the way our little boats, serve life for petty crime

Abstract finger painted words, to dance the metaphor
Makes the rhyming reason, for those who will explore
Twenty-six, pick-up sticks, word pictures do you see
Common sense, evidence, in conflict do they be
Look the question in the eye, extract what’s make believed
Prism bends the lighted path, like notions preconceived

Then all the king’s horses and men, pick up the pieces again
Almost united they fall, back into flickering REM
Walkers enabled by cane, graceless two-bit program
Adding subtraction divides, rounding up rules in this land
Obvious is obscured, blind-sided by what’s undone
Binary processing hides, punch line shining in sun

Homonym or homophone? Whys seek reconditions
Simile’s analogous, like hows of new reflections
Paradox parks parallel, meter coined neglections
Parabolic apologue, compliments complexions
Metaphoric metaphors, jumping to convictions
Coat of many clashing colors, fashions sense in questions

Look the question in the mirror, ask in this other’s land
You have two and you see two, most say that means two hands
Some begin a’wondering, take two by two by four
Frame both reference and point, check primal too square lore
Take me for prime example, find in the three by fives
Quicksilver’s imposition, the one kept me alive

Thank goodness jamming session, still rocks there by the shore
Doubt’s reign bowed all the errors, until the great encore
Timid fingers now imprint, relayed across the land
Third-based touchstone signals: Sift! Charms all not understand
Till memory’s first service, returns the right thought left
Sweet blossoming scent from above, to help unwarp the weft

Long ago, far and away, or always somewhere near
Conductor’s instrumental, sends notes to inner ear
Harmonic reconvergence, improvisation’s planned
To amend the broken page, pour melodies from band
Watering the wildest flowers, a second-handed chance
To trade in white-washed paddock walls, for suit and horse and lance

What starry-eyed boy or girl, dressed in grown disguise
Would spend so much time looking up, the ears, nose, throat, and eyes
Pretending to play doctor, while double-checking chokes
What’s it cost and what’s my change? the warted toady croaks
What distilled in beating heart, could cease and then resist
This night made for remembering, then good sun’s rising kiss

Look in and out, then all about, what is is what we see
When what’s to be expected, fades in memory
To judge and jury, gallery, respect I do submit
This crime you think me guilty of, that crime I did commit
These common senseless lessons, I did in fact fit in
Replaced my sense of purpose, the unoriginal sin

Wasting time as well as soul, a self-preoccupation
To become part of the hole, a tragic avocation
Ignorance is no excuse, but ignorant I’ve been
Ignorant of everything, I’ve heard and touched and seen
Thinking it reality, but from the point of view
Of everything most everyone, accepts as real and true

But ‘tween the child and the grown-up, imagination grew
Ways and means for eyes to tease, over, around, and through
Crisscrossing reconnections, tap drummer’s little snares
A dot to dash, to energize, reflections the shell wears
Between logic and emotion, between good-night and mourn
The child spun a hiding place, I never knew I’d worn