Dec
12
1999

Sunset

by Stephen Messer

The hills peel off
into an expanse of time
that I’ll pass through too.

Silhouetted, their worn and
jagged shapes strung out,
layer after layer,
before me.

I face the cowardice
that comes with solitude;
the blood oozing from knee;
reminding me
of the finite nature
of this perception.

Facing a yellowing sun,
I watch the dimming
of a star that gives us life
and serves as chronometer
of that life’s passing.

The descent from this peak,
This pinnacle,
lays ahead.
I face it with the
trepidation that comes
from knowing,
the courage that comes
from feeling,
and the winsome thought
of
what tomorrow brings.

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Dec
12
1999

Be Here

by Stephen Messer

The chill of night
is sudden;
a burning sun still visible,
though balancing
on a distant
pacific.

Clouds swirl in a gentle anger.

The day revives me,
enlivens me.

It will be good
to have been here.

It is good to
be here.

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Oct
20
1999

Rejoice in You

by Stephen Messer

There is a time
when our lives will
break free of each other.

You have the rest of
your life ahead,
and I have mine.

Though our paths may again cross,
our paths are forever intertwined.

The change in my life
that you have brought,
and the change I hope
I made in yours,

we shall always carry on,
we will always share.

Death may be near,
Or death may be far.

Not even death’s
awakening hour shall
take away the thoughts
I have of you

I will always have my memories
and You will always have yours.
I will always cherish you,
And I hope that you cherish me.

I share your all your future joys,
I despair in all your losses.

But I rejoice in you.

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Jul
03
1999

Heat

by Stephen Messer

Heat pass me through
there is nothing i can do
but enjoy the moment given me
a moment stolen back from sleep,
that would allow me to enjoy a silence,
a silence filled with
the calling of the gecko,
the stridulating cricket,
distant, silent lightning,
the itching of a mosquito bite.

I enjoy the night.

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Mar
15
1999

Times gone by

by Stephen Messer

I shed a tear for times gone by
and all that I had learned;
I shed a tear for the past
and everything that can’t be turned back;

For all I’ve known and all
I’ve taken for granted in this life

I am touched by a history
I’ve never known or understood.

And who I am and from where I’ve come
are more important to me now.

Nothing can be taken away
even though I am not at home.

I shed a tear for times gone by,
And the relentlessness of change.

I shed a tear for the experience
of whatever makes me whole,

For all I am and all I’ve seen,
what’s important to me now,
Is that nothing can be taken away.
I’m already what I am.

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Jan
28
1998

Angry Man

by Stephen Messer

I am an angry man
though I don’t know what that
means to you,
I know what it means to me.

I am an angry man
and I can rationalize all day
and explain
but I cannot justify

I’m an angry man alright
and it’s personal
between me and myself

And I’ll be angry
if I like,
or if I can’t control.

I am an angy man;
it’s not a lonely emotion
but it keeps me alone

I’m an angry man.
I’m alone.

No-one comes in to comfort me
This heart is not available to see
This anger, my enemy
my company.
This emotion that is defining me.

For I am an angry man
this emotion defines and controls me.

I am an angry man
but don’t want to be.

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Dec
17
1997

Loved by many

by Stephen Messer

There are just so many friends one can have..
to be spread so thin, to know where I fit in.

I don’t belong with them, though I know I’m not straight…
I don’t feel like a surfer, though I know i love the waves.
This is the right time to feel,
to feel all is free
to feel like me.

I don’t belong with the junkies, but I love a good high…
i don’t feel like a flyer, dont know where I belong.

this is the right time to feel
to feel all is free
to feel like me.

Why feeling so distant, beyond all of it.
Why feel so listless, life’s just a temporary phase.

It isn’t the first time and it won’t be the last.

I can’t explain that all of this is the end.
I can’t explain to you my friend…
friends, i have many,
but who really knows.

And those who know are not my friends,
those who know are those whose
trust I have given,
trust i have gained.

I have spared my friends.
spread my friends, so thin.

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Dec
17
1997

Where do i belong?

by Stephen Messer

Where do I belong?
Where do I belong?
Is it with all those who would ride perfect waves
is it with all the people whose heads have been shaved
is it chanting a mantra to a god i don’t know
is it sitting right here, singing this song…..

Where do I belong?
Where do I belong?
Is it down in the pit with the rest of those teens,
is it lost in the mountains in the land of my dreams
is it conforming to the west and it’s nine to five thing
is it living my life, is it somewhere within….

Where do I belong?
Where do I belong?
Is it a country I’ve been to or one I don’t know
is it where I was born or where english is unknown
is it right here with you here at my side
‘coz right here with you i know it feels right….

Where do I belong?
Where do I belong?
Is it alone and uneasy facing unknown perils
is it in some kind of treatment facing my own devils
is it right here with you here at my side
it is right here with you, i know it feels right….

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Dec
17
1997

Ocean

by Stephen Messer

I want to feel your freedom, I want to slide my hand
over the glassy crystal surfaces, that can’t be found on land.

I want to see your inside, see the world from within your cacoon
I want to grasp the power of the planet and for an instant, understand

I want to take your power and ride with it down your face
I want to help you to truly express your powerful grace

I want to ride, i want to feel, i want to live through you
I want to go just one more time, to surf, to live through you.

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Dec
17
1997

Question

by Stephen Messer

I fly between these places, but there is no way I can know;
I travel to distant lands, that I wish I could call home.
There is no end to the feelings of the loss that I have known.
There is no way to tell you of the life I have outgrown.

And if I were a storyteller I’d have a story to tell,
if I were an artist I’d have somehing to express,
and if this were the answer I’d know what I had asked,
and if I can make it through this, it wouldn’t matter any way.

But I’ll tell a story if I can,
I’ll express this feeling anyway,
and I’ll ask you the question
about all of this.

I don’t know whether this is it, or if it’s just a lie;
don’t know where the answer is but I’ll go to my grave as I try.
There isn’t really anything here I haven’t asked before,
but nothing has been answered yet so with it I’ll endure.

But I’ll tell a story if I can,
I’ll express this feeling anyway,
and I’ll ask you the question
about all of this.

Don’t give me an answer,
for that would end my quest.

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