Who's is this

You can't make someone else be free
You can only offer them the opportunity
You can not make them accept change
You can only speak wisdoms name

They have to see the light
They have to walk out of the night
They have to learn to learn
They have to hold to discipline stern

We can only fly if we have wings
We alone must uplift our voice to sing
We must face the fierce grace of eternity
We must through tears learn to see

I must say this truth is my own
I must stand even when all alone
I will find the light of insight
I will I will unwaveringly

Do what's right

　

Neils
9:04 pm
02/26/2014

　

　

　

Everything happens for a reason

I don't believe that crap


Sometimes it just sucks
Sometimes it's fucked up beyond all belief
Sometimes the hits keep on comin
Grief upon grief upon grief

But you keep on fighting
You keep on living
You keep on loving
You keep on giving

You put your shoulder to it
One more time
You get back up
You drag yourself to the line

You can learn from everything
Yeah and that's a bunch of crap too
Sometimes it's all you can do

To survive it to scrape to scrap
To crawl through

You get back up
You drag yourself to the line
You put your shoulder to it

One more time

　

Neils
6:52 pm
02/07/2014
*written over the last
three days

N.....again

I must

I've been living in an intellectual wasteland
Like reading is the most boring thing
There is nothing in their empty heads
That makes them want to sing

That wait for you in bookstores
Like when are we going someplace else
There is nothing of ideas they want to discuss
All they're truly interested in is their self

They split their attention when you speak
To them of something of which you truly care
They're absolutely amazed when you stop
They just look dumb founded and stare

I've been living in an intellectual wasteland
Where art is just some shallow la di da
They could care less about a painting
Or a sculpture or anything you ever saw

That had any heart and sweat and divinity in it
That has any echo of infinity in its form
Empty pattern after empty pattern they do go on
Even their way to rebel is but a way to conform

I must find another set of invitations to accept
I must find another for whom I can reach out
I must find the presence of those who share
The driving force inside to find what its about

When speaking of the roads to creativity
And how to get magic projects put in play
I've been living in an intellectual wasteland
I must find another way

　

Neils
7:16 pm
02/01/2014

Lightning

Lightning
Lightning Boy
Good Boy Lightning

Good Boy

He had a deep throated bark
And he meant what he said
He had a strong strong spirit
And now

I lie here on my bed

****
****

My world is less
But I was blessed for a while
He was a dedicated protector
He brought with him warmth

And a smile

He knew there was evil
He knew there was danger
He was nobody's pretend friend
To loyalty and affection no stranger

Lightning
Lightning Boy
Good Boy Lightning

Good Boy

He had a deep throated bark
And he meant what he said
He had a strong strong spirit
And now

I lie here on my bed

And I miss him
But it's not about me
Oh the pain of knowing
That only with real love

Can there even be

Tragedy


Neils
8:39 am
January 29th 2014
*transcribed and arranged
12:58 pm
01/29/2014

N.....again

I heard my dogs Bark this morning

And

I thought....
Life listens to itself
Life speaks to itself

Out in the open
Loud and clear
Here and there
Far and near

Sometimes I feel
Like my dog
When he chases his tail

Sometimes life is
Such a joy
When it all goes clear
How can we fail

Celebrate the day
Look upon the newly fallen snow

There is no seen and seer

When in one we know

Dance..
Dance..
Dance like the wind
Dance..
Dance..
Dance with the wind

As it is in the beginning
So shall it be

In the end

I heard my dogs
Bark this morning

And I realized
I visualized
It all conceptualized

Into we are all
Each others ears nose and eyes

And I smiled
Because there's no cool
Ending..
For this poem

But so what


Neils..
11:48 am
01/06/2014
*
transcribed this morning
10:17 am
01/07/2014

N......again

What kind of question is that

A junkie is a junkie
And a whore is a whore
What ever happened to love
Is it just another score

What ever happend to truth
Is it sinking into the pit
What ever happened to love
Is it just another hit

Nobody loses their way
Nobody needs to come back
Not every extended hand
Is an intended attack

There is no price to pay
Only fear is in control
There's always another day
That we can save our soul

Walk me to the edge
Play this game with me
Oppositional defiance
Is the only way to be free

Everything doesn't matter
Everything is turned around
When good is evil and evil good
The world is upside down

You take it all too serious
You can't take away my thrills
Especially my biggest one
Makin you pay my bills

I'll never hit rock bottom
But I can grab your shirt
As I'm goin over the edge
And together we can share the hurt

I'll never endanger
Everyone around you
That is something
I'll never do

There is no turn in the road
It's not my decision to make
It's always up to you
Will I be the one you forsake

　

Neils
9:21 am
12/30/2013
*transcribed this time
8:37 am
12/31/2013

N....again

Thoughts after a 2 mile ice run

All you young men who threatened me
And challenged me to a fight
You better get your shit together
You better get your heads right

Something was watching over you
Because if you'd have put your hands on me
It's would have immediately gone to life and death
It would have immediately gone to

To be or not to be

I always carry at least three blades
And as crazy as it gets now a days
You'd have been loosing blood
And going into a daze

Before you'd have figured out
You were being killed
You were already dead
And all for that stupid stupid thrill

Of you being a bad ass
Ready to go post to pillar
Because frankly I'm not a fighter
Anymore

But I am still a killer


Neils
6:14 pm
12/21/2013
*
transcribed this time
6:37 pm
12/22/2013

N....again