sue is hiding

i want to go outside
play in the sunshine
free to find my place
i hear a child calling
come and play
come and play
lead the way
its your turn now
my child is lost
maybe taken
im not sure
only a short moment in time
so long ago
gone forever
a childish voice calling
come and play
come and play
lead the way
its your turn now
memories just a photo
could be i was there before
it all seems so familiar
but i was only a child
a distant voice calling
come and play
come and play
lead the way
its your turn now
no memory
no past to share
only a short moment in time
so long ago
gone forever
people all around me
where were they
to help me then
helpless to help me now
their child is lost too
maybe taken
im not sure
only a short moment in time
so long ago
gone forever
a crazy dream calling
come and play
come and play
lead the way
its your turn now

JG 9/99

Not What You Think

You can't take it with you - in fact, it's best when left behind...

Take with you:
Feelings - they are forever inside Memories - ghosts of time
Don't look too closely for meaning - just stand back and take it all in
lasting impressions - not of stone but, of

Summer buildings on the beach

Sculptures of ice in mountain snow

Drifting on a peaceful lake in springtime

These are the only provisions you'll need
for the long journey home

Eleventh Hour

There is a Master in the hall
A keeper of time
A fixture on the wall

Driving us - forcing us on
Reminding us when to rise - when we're late
When to rest

With a sing-song chime we're both-blessed by keeping promises
Cursed with accusations of forgetfulness and irresponsibility

Mending the broken and reminiscing the lost in perfectly synchronized nagging

No faith, no policy, no purchase necessary

The Master rules all

When chance comes to visit (he can never stay long) the rules can bend a little
but the game continues on - until the final hour

There is no real goal
and sooner than you think

The master will be no more

feelings and fears

feelings and fears long since gone
come back as quick as one small notion
the essence of the things faded into yesterday
one glance at a passer-by and... "Hey! Isn't
that 'so-an-so'... I think it's... no..."
our mind plays tricks and we wonder why
the scent of something familiar, old taste-buds recall
a place to remember or a shiver that wants to forget
habits and beliefs tried and true
just childhood ideals going out of their way
to mock us from a safe distance
freeze frame on "remember when"
is it possible we could still be there?
visitors of another time?
never really leaving
no need to go back
we are there
in our heart
and mind

Freedom Fighter

crashing waves
laboured gasps of breath

burning flesh
fragrant oil

sunshine

what are you dying for?

hero in a strange land

still breeze carries mist

spirit in the fog

"Quotation"

"Everything we will ever need
here on Earth -
is already available for us
in the Ocean."