ELEMENTS

LONELY ROADS

By Peter Gracey

Roads are lonely when not traveled them,

They need a friend like you.

To sweep your way the waters rest,

Equally traced on both sides if so,

After a lonely nights its dew.

The creepy creatures crawls across,

But light are the jumps and hops.

Not heavy enough to make a dent,

As the pave is hard and need the weight,

To feel as if it's worth the wait.

The moon is gone and the sun is bright,

Remnants of the night remain.

For the road, no cares for the scary night,

And the true purpose now is served,

And the bodies washed away by rain.

Accomplished duties in a full day’s work,

The purpose served its worth again.

The sun is set and the crawlers back,

With heavy wheels their backs are cracked,

The roads are lonely when not traveled them.

MUSIC OF THE NIGHT

Peter Gracey

Splendor of the night in silence thought,

Swaying light in the summer's wind.

They dream of things I have yet naught,

The sounds of peace I bring.

High pitched, on key, music to some,

A sudden! report! It’s ceased.

To you my dear may be delight, 

Another may seem un-pleased.

Antennae up the director’s stand,

And wait for a silent night.

The band of others stalks their prey,

While some predicts their plight.

Silence if you will, the curtains are up,

To those I can't command.

The audience awaits the heavens so bright,

To go off in wonderland.

Sit and await a building's touch,

The lights are finally out.

The music prepared but nothing’s planned,

A melody without a mouth.

On a simple green piece I call my space,

The audience asleep at last.

I play the music of the night,

A cricket on a blade of grass.

CHILD'ISH

By Peter Gracey

I once felt like a child again,

Vibrations of my past through my eyes.

All of a sudden I felt like a child,

Even the colors, oh such beautiful cloudy skies.

Once was this man and twice was his childhood,

Means the end might just be near.

How does it feel, just right before death?

Is it adulthood or a childish affair?

Have you ever felt like a child again?

For a split second you sensed your teenage days,

You will never know what tomorrow brings

Unless you change your childish ways.

NECESSITY

By Peter Gracey

We’re all here to experience this life,
we’re all here to survive.
We’re all here to roam this earth
and simply try to stay alive.
 

No one is surviving any better than you,
Survival simply means to live.
With peace as my basic necessity
And the courage and the will to live.
 

Titles and wealth means nothing to me,
I’ll Control my intelligence and live,
Old age is the single most blessing,
Grace was meant to give..

  YOU SEE A MAN'S FACE

Peter Gracey

You can see a man’s face but not within his heart,

His intentions, only if he wishes to tell.

An itinerary in motion and his courage to go on,

An agenda he has to sell.

A smile like elastic to your face,

The implications are unknown.

It’s critical to hold an unfaltering stance,

Without making their system your own.

You can see a man’s face but never inside his heart,

Every man for himself.

Create your own and magnify your aims,

If you’re not a traveling man, you’re always by yourself.

My cable-tow stretches wide and far,

Every human deserving of relief.

Whether or not my smile is for you,

Or contrary to your own beliefs.

You can see a man’s face but not within his heart,

The universe will expose his plans.

The law of attractions does not take sides,

The subconscious doesn’t know right from wrong.

My brothers are secure no matter what it takes,

But some must understand;

A ring means nothing without your heart,

Knowing out of many, we are one.

You can see a man’s face but you will never know his heart,

Though it doesn’t matter with my mind intact.

Do as thou wilt, whatever he pleases,

One man down, it’s with love I react.

LINE IN THE CLAY

Peter Gracey

The blood from my heart dripped,

It made a line in the sweltering clay.

Hard as the ground and hot as the sun,

Your heart has turned away.

Turned away from my longing eyes,

Your face has turned away.

Your broke my heart and left me to bleed,

Made a line in the sweltering clay.

The line in the clay is dry now,

Crispy t’was on the hottest day.

My heart is broken and no more to bleed,

As you turned your love away.

Your back is turned with someone else,

Hand in hand they swing and sway,

I turn my back with a broken heart,

I gave my love away.