"I Could Say"

I could say,
Ah, Lord,
Still my soul!

Standing alone
In the twilight-

Looking down
From a hill,
Where there's
A river
Running deep
And slow-

The day
Seemed
To have
Gone on
Forever-

But now,
I face
The
Approaching
Night:

As I realize
There's no place
For me to go...

And as I
Cast my eyes
About me,
I think
To myself:

Oh, no!

Oh, no-

Oh, no-

Oh, no-

Oh, no!

But it doesn't
Change anything- anything-

So as I
Was first
Thinking,
What I
Could say,
I do say:

I say,
Ah, Lord,
Still my soul!

My soul-

My soul-

My soul-

My soul!

And as for
Anything else,
I just don't know:

I don't know!

Don't know-

Don't know-

Don't know-

Oh, no!

I say,
And in tears
I admit-

I very simply just don't know!

I don't know.

"Poetry There"

Poetry there-

The use of the imagination:

And I ignore criticism
From those
Who say for them,
There's no sense of clarification-

Why there should be poetry there...

Again and again from them,
The question being:
Is there poetry there?

(Is there poetry there?)

Because it doesn't
Come up to
Their modern expectations...

Yet there's poetry there,
If it pushes and pulls
Someone spiritually-

And philosophically:

And it is thought
Afterward,
And felt:
There is poetry there...

(There is poetry there...)

Like an image of she,
Who is young and fair-
And sits beneath the trees,
Reading to herself,
Verse from a book of poetry:

And suddenly a quiet breeze
Whispers through the leaves
Of the trees,
And slightly ruffles
The pages of her
Book of poetry,
And her hair!

Yes, I'd say
In just that image alone,
There is poetry there...

Regardless of how
Seemingly 19th century-

There is poetry there!

"Images (But You Shouldn't Let Them Be Leading You)"

Your mind filled with images-
But you shouldn't let them be leading you,
Calling you-

Even if they call in such a sweet voice-
And it seems,
Only to you:

So many promises,
And offerings
Of such beautiful dreams-

Yet who knows really
Where they actually
Might be leading you to?

Could be your own destruction-

Nightmares come true.

"Just Dance"

Important acquisitions-

Conceptual:

Avant-garde...

Computerized image of the world-

Green screen!

And girl, I give you a chance,
Just to see if you can dance!

Since as you tell me,
Within your life-

There's a whole lot
You've been scrambling for:

So let's see if you
Learned anything-

And if you know:

More? More? More?

So dance.

Just dance-

Dance!

Dance!

Dance!

"Floating Leaf"

A floating leaf-

Is that how you feel?

Being blown about
By a wind
That you
Have no control of-

That never allows you
To touch the ground?

And though that's true-

It still never allows you either,
To fly high enough
To brush against the sky?

Yet I must ask you,
Through it all-
Even as you go spiraling,
And probably
So very often tumbling-

Forever it seems-

Without end-

Between Heaven and Earth:

Does that stop you
From wanting love?

"What May Bring"

What may bring
Pleasure to the senses,
Or the mind...

Like something very smooth-

Such as beat time
To a music,
Played not wild-
But softly:

To make you feel
That you almost literally
Fall into a dream...

No pushing strokes though,
Because you're not
Going up-
But downstream:

Ah, nothing less
Than a kind of feeling
Of a supreme bliss!

And if that's the case-

Close your eyes now,
And make a wish....

"Your Mechanical Fashion"

Your mechanical fashion-
As if it's some benefit
Toward reaching a goal:

Ice and snow-

You've grown cold
In your soul-

But you either don't care,
Or don't even know:

Oh, your mechanical fashion!

Throughout your life now
In everything!

Comprising far worse
Than just simple routine-

Have you forgotten
What you mean-
In your mechanical fashion?