Old...You're as old as time,
Still can't rhyme, When you wake you begin to shake, Bones all crackin', just as they are flappin', Each day seems closer to your last, Yet wanting still for days to pass, Rushing through very fast, Forgetting memories of the past, Wondering why they get lost, Shattering as if covered in frost, Thinking about your first bike ride, Thoughts go by many times, About your first love, About your first stove, Don't forget your first kid, Don't forget you're "last kid", Nor the first skid, that was one of many more, Waiting for your grandkid, as their mind begins to soar, Don't worry for their will be many more, But only as their told, so they won't be sold, Just sit back, begin to relax, Enjoy what you have, For everything could turn, With just one simple choice, We all rust, all get pimples, A choice to embrace, or just to trace. By: Edward Gaus The cards Are ShuffledToday we're gonna play,
Cards are being laid, Joker layed, take a laugh, Queen of hearts took our hearts, Cards go around everywhere, But we admire their art, As we chase the ace, All at our own pace, Until we're stopped by a king, Giving us a big sting. A new game we seek, Dice and dominoes, New ones for the week, They fall upon the table, Making numbered labels, Going as fast as a mino. Snake eyes we fret, Trains we regret, Points larger by the minute, Tv time goes mute, Need a clear head to count so high, My mind just stops and flies. The hand I play, The foot I need, Why do I lose today, This is why I plead, For the decks I cannot shuffle, I eat the chips I can ruffle, Many games, with many rules, They seem to turn us into fools. The clubs I smack, The chips I rack, The cards I stack, The deck I pack. By: Edward Gaus HomeWhat a structure of life,
Formed from what is death, In our worlds we stay with wife, Blessed has been our breath, Built in a way so unknown, Yet to this day it remains our home. By: Edward Gaus Freaks...The ones labelled by others,
Look towards others alike, To help encourage one another, As they know the reality of truth, For this is why they are labelled... Freaks. Friends who are Real with each other, are Excited about Applying their Knowledge about what they, Strive for honestly. They dream of messages, Messages that change by every conversation, A self-co-created world they live, They live to preserve and protect this experience, For one day a person once again will be labelled a... Freak may begin to speak, Speak of a world, A world that was co-created to represent peace, Because one movement, Will start on improvement, Of our wordly actions. I am a freak, A driven friend to those whom can relate, And translate my actions, Into representations, For those who cannot, Comprehend the imepiacy of "reality". A freak or a geek, Just do not turn sheik, Or become weak, One week you will be honoured, Honoured by those who listened, And by those not smitten by society. By: Edward Gaus |
Art In DisguiseArt is in my blood,
Its became like a flood, Turning up when least expected, Yet Somehow always connected, Shoving away others, Like their words are deflected, As I turn away another, So I can be protected, Almost unaffected, By the unsuspected. I create what I feel, For I try to draw whats real, Cause for once its the only way I'm not concealed, Even though I hide beneath this shield, I still hope oneday these spoken words, Shall be heard by the one that makes me feel, Like I could be a bird, Who can fight his way out of steel, And whom can see the sunrise, As he tries to arise, To newly found skies, In hopes to be surprised, As he sees utter demise, Searching for the soul-filling eyes, That have become very wise, As they hide behind their disguise, Meeting with the words good-bye. By: Edward Gaus A Day Of WondermentToday is more amazing,
Than that day we started phasing, And the sky started hazing, By the night it became crazing, As the grass began ablazing, While all these little phrases, Turn away the hard mazes, Finally our hearts together are raising. The sky brightens the day, The clouds shape the way, As our minds race away, Together in the grass we lay, Admiring the world above, As we see a dove, Playing in the clouds, Far away from the crowds, We never think to betray, Even though our minds, Change with the days, But still not hard to find, For they are just like clay, They can always stay, But with time and their ways, They shall find they are a new, No matter what lays, They find they stick together like glue. By: Edward Gaus Inscribed In WordsFrom Hallowed halls
My heart you'll hear, In the time of Fall Our lips draw near, Now the words I say Shall free your mind, For not only today A life we wind, Together as always The words that bind, For not in the way I see in mind. By: Edward Gaus The days That CarryYou and I
side by side, Together we sway with the tide. Chain-less by worlds, entangled in spirits, The forces inscribed by the many molds that carry, for the pits that surround, are only the beginning, For Not the times wasted, Our days would seem hasted, Chased away by promise, As the last day dawns, a new sky. By: Edward Gaus The Dreams Of What We Can BeI have a dream,
That if you believe, You will achieve, We have a theme, That we hope you can perceive, As it is more than just a scream, So look into your mind, As you hope to receive, Cause we ain't got the time, For now you must see, All that we can be. Till this moment ends, Just let the words mend, Even a story without a start, Will never imply a heart, Each day I stand and wait, I just look onto fate, Just cause I think I'm great, Who knows what I'll create, I hope I am not lost, For I wish this can translate, And that all these words will not be tossed. By: Edward Gaus |