May
19
2002

Day is Done

by Stephen Messer

Every minute of every hour
all twenty-four of them
The day is gone the time is passed
the memories created will be talked about
by those who shared

but eventually that memory will fade and be
nothing more than a photo of people
never known to the future beholder of that photo

And of time and of place
where I passed through
enjoying the life
enjoying the time
enjoying the freedom
of being me

of being human

of being in this body

which has been built up to a peak I’ve not known before
and whatever means I’ve taken to get here
have been worth every bit
to ride and to feel
and to create without the pain I once would have suffered
is reward in itself
it’s a reward for everything that I’ve ever done

and I give thanks
for the day is done.

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Apr
27
2002

Unloaded Feelings

by Stephen Messer

the words
unloaded from my heart
don’t make the weight
any less

and I wail
and let forth the sound
that breaks me thus
and brings me
into touch
with the reality of my
own being

I haven’t felt
these feelings
before
I care not to
feel them again

but the weight of the feelings
unloaded from
my heart
doesn’t make the life
any easier

don’t make the love
any sweeter

don’t make the heart bleed
any longer

I go on
despondent
in all life’s dealings
left behind
and set apart

not as I would be remembered

but that leaves
the truth unheard
no truth less hidden
less despised
or less feared

I take on the moments
one by one
and with each moment passing
a thought is gone

a thought created
a thought passed on
a feeling felt and left behind
a feeling remembered
and forgotten all at once
for the feelings flow onward and forward
they come so fast
they leave behind an indelible mark
that I would forget and I would erase

But alas, the feeling has found its place
in my heart,
And I try to unload with the words I sing
the weight of the feelings
weighing down my heart.

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Mar
04
2002

Family Tied

by Stephen Messer

Mortality brings us closer;
It isn’t easy, living, being human,
Being a part of the bigger scheme of things
that we never get to know or fully understand
Until that moment when our mortality rears
its ugly head
and lets us in on the secret
we’ve forever waited to understand.

I’ll miss her now,
now she’s gone.
The last remaining matriarch,
Until the next takes her place.

Family ties are hard to tear apart
Harder still to leave behind
They can be pushed aside
They can be left behind,
But they can never be untied.

Those ties are what bind us to the past.

And what steers us into a future
either by example
or by denial.

Do we want to follow in their footsteps? Or not?
That choice is very real.

And whether we choose to follow or not
has no regard for the fact that ties of family are what bind us
into this future,
into this past,
into the ever-present now that is spirit
that is grace
that is truth.

I’ll miss her,
selfish though it is.

But she is freed from the life I’d never want to live.

But what can we do?
Say goodbye and move on….
and never forget the love that is the family tie

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Feb
24
2002

Someone will use it

by Stephen Messer

Everything I ever wear all of the time,
and you say everything just isn’t alright
I have no idea what’s got into you,
and your misguided ideas about style
Coz why should I care about what you think of me,
and what you think that I should wear
If it’s all about standing out from the crowd,
then you are certainly there.

Oh to be free from a civilized world where
people don’t get to use their own minds
People don’t exist, we’re just consumers to them
and only if we affect the bottom line
And a mind is such a terrible thing to be wasting
coz if you don’t use it you’re gonna find
That someone’s gonna use it for you,
and you’ll have no idea how or why.

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Feb
12
2002

Onward

by Stephen Messer

Onward forward and faster we go
Onward and onward
and nobody knows
And we waste away
and we fire at life
and we chase down our dreams
and we deal with all the strife.

Onward and onward and forward and faster
And everything goes and every thing we can muster
But nothing is as good as it seems
and all is possible in the dreams
of the one that’s with you,
within you.

The one that is you.

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Feb
02
2002

Away from Here

by Stephen Messer

Do I retreat into a wailing wall
where bliss can only be found up against the wall?
And I’m surrounded…
Walls,
Ceilings,
Floors.

Surrounded and cut off from the life that lies outside.

And it’s a hard time coming,
and I’m tired.

Tired of all this lack of existence;
Tired of the life that is outside there
from which I’ve been cut off.

So I’ll take it to the streets one more time,
I’ll take to the trails,
I’ll take it out and take it where I want to go
Where I want to be…

Miles and miles away from here.

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Jan
24
2002

Friendship Reigns

by Stephen Messer

And a dead friend crawls into my dreams
Or so it seems
So real, but not that long ago
And I can feel, though its not real
I feel everything as though it were right now

And a dead friend crawls into my dreams
and the presence is felt
and with these feelings I deal
I miss
I love
I feel
I feel it’s so obvious
that that friend is still there
My friend, always,
Always will be
Always will be my friend
because friendships can transcend life
and time
friendships transcend lifetimes
and though the memory fades
and the friendship seems to fade
But always lives on and is always there
I always feel
I’ll always care
I’ll always know that everything we shared
Is always there
And though the memory fades, the memory is there
and though it fades and is replaced… it can never be replaced
It can always be shared
I feel
I live
I live on
My friendship lives on
My friend has passed on
My friend has died
but our friendship will forever be between him and me.

and friendship lives on and friendship reigns
and it will always live on
not quite the same
But always living on
This friendship reigns
This friendship reigns
This friendship reigns
This friendship

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Jan
16
2002

Starting Anew

by Stephen Messer

Let the world go on without me,
I’ve played my part
I’ve done my time.
I’ve figured out the things I cannot accomplish
But they no longer worry me now.

There is too much going on here,
Too much to talk about,
I’m stressed beyond belief right now.
And all I want is out…

Let the world go on without me –
I’ve done my time I know.
I’ve done it all,
All the things I wanted,
Though there’s still lots more to go.

But I care less about the future now that
I’ve lived a past fulfilled.
And there’s nothing like starting anew
As a spirit unfulfilled.

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Jan
11
2002

Be In It

by Stephen Messer

I understand more about the world as time moves on,
but also realize that I am less able to change it.

And as my understanding grows, so does my frustration at trying to comprehend it.
And as the understanding comes full circle, I realize how little I understand at all.

But should that make me stop?
Should that make me not want to change the world?

I’ll change it any way I can
I’ll change my world
my perception
my being
my circle

I’ll change those who want to be changed by me
Those who want to know me
who want to contact me
I can make people happy
I can make them laugh
I can make them sad
I can disappoint (and I have)

But yes,
I’ll still change the world

Just by being in it.

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Dec
23
2001

Victory

by Stephen Messer

it’s a pock-marked landscape and victory is claimed
no-one really wins among those who play this game
I see the suffering never ends, it will continue on
since religion will still be there, even when capitalism has won

and they call it democracy reigning supreme
and exerting it’s power over those lowly beings
and what of the people at the heart of it all
the people whose lives have nothing in store

I know very little about where we’re going or have been
but the human spirit is alive, the human being
and religion are the roots of all evil I know
religion causes more suffering than any wanton foe
because foes are all based on differing ideals
and on man’s insecurity in the realm of the free

and free we are to express what we say
but that hasn’t changed the beauty of the day
the beauty of the night or the life that we lead
and what is it for us to say who we have freed
and under what circumstance their lives may be better
because the human race is just an animal race
no matter what we claim to be

and this super power in which I don’t believe
it’s exerting its force on everything I see
and doesn’t represent what you or I think
only corporate profit and a stymied power to think

no, nothing’s changing,
we might have won a war

but I’m still glad I voted for Gore.

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