Blue Man Group

Boom! The audience awoke with a jolt
As if the room was a game, someone hit "Go!"
The beat and the bang of the stick on the
crumpled can was like a heartbeat that moved
through the blackened building.

The seats pounded with anticipation
The people held their breath
The walls seemed to dive
The floor seemed to sway and all of a sudden
the stage lit up with color.

Blue went the pitter patter of the tin can
Orange went the clip-clop of the base
Green went the ping of the chimes
The music became color in front of our eyes.

Blue filled the floor as it jumped to the beat
Orange went the walls as they danced.
Green went the seats as they came to life and
The people stayed dark to take in the sight.

Boom! Went the blue and turned back to black
Clip! Went the orange as it returned to night
Pong! Went the green as it darkened.
The music stopped as the color died.

The TinMan still works

i've dealt with so much stress for so long that i am looking for an outlet

and i need to fight to give myself one

i can't live in this sink or swim attitude. i need to be. i need to live. i need to appreciate the parts of life that don't concern themselves with tomorrows and don't boggle down about the past.

it is incredible if i just open myself up to being creative how much just seeps out when i am not thinking about it

but i have squished that part of myself for so long its like oiling up the Tinman. It is going to take some time for the joints to work properly and the squeaks to go away.

But this is more important than Dorothy finding the yellow brick road. It is about how I need to and that the only Wizard of Oz is trapped inside my mind struggling to get out of the dungeon he has been trapped in.

In Love with Nature

I see the trees swaying.

Their leaves blowing in the wind,

On branches big and beautiful.

As if waving a hello and telling me never to leave.

I see a blue sky,

pictures in the clouds

floating all around.

getting lost in warm

bath of sunshine.

I see the birds

They fly all around

Singing their sweet, cheerful song

that I know is meant just for me.

I see the grass

long and soft.

so tempting to

fall into its arms.

I feel the wind blowing.

as if playing a gentle game of

tug-a-war

with my hair.

The love of nature is consuming

if you just walk through the door.

City of Chaos

Glass shattered and

sirens ignite the air

into the darkness you

find flames engulf the world

that extinguish happiness

while combusting in fear

The screeching of tires becomes

the music of the night and the

car crashes battle for the senseless fight

Gun fire and lead the only savior you know

Yet as dawn arrives, there is no end in sight

the broken become reckless,

the brave become cowards

of the darkness and continue the

momentum of chaos.

For no one can save the city from itself.

The Color of Loneliness

The sky is light blue
And blood is curdling red
all he wants is a piece of bread.
He lives on the street,
ridiculed and beat
he has cuts and sores all over his feet.

His stomach is aching His heart is sore but his dream is baking He just wants more He wants the taste of happiness of pink lips And the laughter of gold

The feeling that tomorrow isn't a deathtoll He wants sunny eyes to look at him with joy As he gets back on his feet And runs with the green of Earth to the life he is currently lacking.

And he feels the void of together Worse than the void in his stomach Or the chill in his spine Even if he only tastes such a thought in the black of night It calls to him.

The color of loneliness is as gray as the sidewalk he lays on.

Mounting Air

You climb a mountain

realizing that the lack of air

is all the air you need.

You go on and keep climbing

not considering what it means

for those around you.

and there is so much more that the tip of

the iceberg just entices you more

So you climb higher until the

high is all you know

And in the middle of the road is a door

and someone has thrown away the key

A door with questions not yet answered

And never knowing what it could have been.

Yet you lose sleep wanting to be the one

that opens the door and you hack and wack

until the wood splinters and

You find yourself in a pit

A pit of regret with no one to guide

No one to beat you

You have no friend

And you realize that the monsters

lurking in the dark

Are those you left behind

for the limelight

As they push the vault

closed

And the dream you once had

dies

along with your breath

Knighthood's Darkside

I feel the flash of wind up against my skin

A coolness that has never seen the

light of day before

As I forge hot metal into the night

the sizzle of inspiration

the hiss of desperation

And I dream of

the nights that howl as the moon weeps

when it sees the light from the fire

that even the sun grows envious of

The steel forming from a rival of the light of day

Yet still it needs to burn the water of Earth to make it

Harden, darken and stricken

The core of knighthood

A new day will start with a new name

on the Earth's breath

As the sword that was made of darkness

lives in the light

Darkness Drops

 

There is tension in the air

And electricity on your breath

Your cheeks grow red from the heat like

lightning before the storm

"Not now!" you scream inside your mind

Not ready to collapse

Yet you get lost in the ocean of your thoughts

As you’re delirious about what might happen next

And then the inevitable dam breaks

You feel your eyes start to glaze

like the clouds during a rainstorm

And the drops start their winding maze

All the way down your cheeks

Releasing the tightness

relinquishing your sorrows

screaming your rationality

and losing your resolve

All that's left is to let the drops

Drop down

as you reason with yourself

that gravity will always provide

a release

there is nothing left to do but

fall away

and you sink into the knowing

of not knowing and never understanding

that expels out of the world

and into the darkness.

Waterproof

 

I think it's ridiculous that people can put me down,
insult me and ridicule me because I am a teacher.

So because I went to school, I get to be treated as less?
In what world does that make sense?
Or is it because you "went to school once" too
YOU were that 6 year old in a classroom
And you remember "what it's like" because
surely the 6 years of college under my belt
isn't worth more than dirt.
Better yet is it because I work with children
you have the right to treat me like one?

So insults should wash over me like pouring rain
but I am not to get wet. Like I can walk out into a storm
avoiding the drops without feeling the pinpricks of cold in your tone
and the dampness on my very own cheeks.
That I should let it "go under the bridge" like all water should
just because you needed to "get it off your chest"
or because you were feeling a tadbit frustrated
as your words turn into a downpour of insults towards me.

My world is about your child.
The dirt is under my nails as I pluck the weeds out of
their nasty little habits of picking noses and picking on others.
I trough the fields to give them something to grow upon and
spray away the bugs that eat their homework and lose papers are forever gone.
As I fertilize the land that they are proud of standing on top of
and there you stand like a monsoon over my delicate plants demanding
more of my after work time to be devoted to your child as if every
after working hour wasn't already.

You want to complain about me and what I am doing.
Be my guest. But do not share those raindrops with me.
I have enough water coming out of my eyes
as I hear their stomachs grovel and beg as I sneak them a snack
because the only meal they eat are the ones coming from my hands.
Or how the only time they hear that they are good enough
is that silly little ping on the board to tell them that they are doing what's right
and those lime green notes that said they rocked at... something.
That I believe in them more than they believe in themselves.

My 10 feet by 10 feet world where I fall in love
with every boy and girl as if they were my child.
I chose a land to surround myself with where I am giving my
whole soul to a few. Like how to find Lily the perfect book
how to help Amy get in front of the class. How to help Garrett
care more about his effort than about his red shiny clown nose.
I chose a profession that allows me to change the world and
it all starts a few boys and a few girls.

I didn't decide to get in front of the class to be pounded
by your thunderclouds or to leap from your lightning venon.
No I chose this job because water is needed to strengthen a
planted child but so is a hug when they need it and a shoulder to cry on
when they fail. A place where mistakes are okay and where laughter
is contagious. And of course the right nutrients for their mind is surrounded by safety.

I chose this profession to help make your child the highest tree
and the prettiest flower all wrapped up in one killer little bow.
I will eat your words and swallow that venomous water
So that I can be a guiding hand and show your child that its possible
to be rainproof and that as long as they build their own little world
and aren't afraid of a little dirt. They can make something
broken also beautiful and something beautiful unbreakable.