The Masked Sleepyz

The Masked Sleepyz May 2014

I miss,
everyone I have ever met,
all at the same time,
nostalgic faces I don't know,
forever and
tonight.

I did realize don't is technically two words >_> but on a side note, best cure for being lonesome? writing, and netflix....and maybe a good beer

May 2014

Sjr1000

Long may you run my daughter, my son

Long may you run
my daughter,
my son.

Long may you dance
to the songs
of
many suns.
Long may you feel
my love
after I am un done.

Long may you
head into the light
may your heart
open
with each breath,
as night comes again.

May you
have
someone by your side
for
the long ride
to
climb inside
and
find the peace of home
for a long long time.

May your eyes
continue to shine
find
the blessing in each sorrow
at
the end of the line.

Long may you run
my daughter,
my son.

Long may youth
burn so bright
inside
Despite the cards dealt
the obstacles felt
the ties that bind
the ribbons of time.

Long may you run
my daughter,
my son.

Long may you laugh
let friendships hold you
creativity flourish
in
brilliant flashes

May your heart
stay true
to do what you need to do

Long may you run
my daughter,
my son.

Though
time and distance
may separate us
across the continents
across the oceans
where ever we may find ourselves
I
send this birthday wish
to you
long may you run
my daughter,
my son.

Neil Young, obviously, Long May You Run, different context, different meaning, but fit the feeling and the idea exactly. Credit where credit is due for the phrase.
No one can compete with Bob Dylan's Forever Young and not meant as an imitation
words to my children on a birthday.
For all our sons and daughters.

The Masked Sleepyz May 2014

Goodnight and Good luck

I stare at camera and say my final signoff,
"it's been wonderful America, and we'll chat tomorrow night"
30 years and a lot of fight,
I got to this point,
but I question why did I really want to read the news,
to show people different views?
but I'm not the one writing the script,
I guess I was always a pretty face,
and a deep voice,
why didn't I make the choice?
where I could show what really matters,
it's my final sign off,
and my integrity and local stardom may fade,
but it is ok,
with all the money I have made.

The Masked Sleepyz May 2014

another rainy day in paradise

When it rains here,
there is no lightning, nor thunder to fear,
like a tear,
without the shakey voice,
you have the choice,
hide under a tree,
or let everyone one see,
you embrace the sadness,
you embrace the storm,
feeling the cold but accepting the warm,
shout at the clouds,
I'm not leaving!
as the sun shines,
and the tears are just lines,
you will smile knowing,
that when you feel the wind blowing,
and the rain makes you feel like a wet pup,
you can accept it.

I think I stopped writing aboot a storm within the first few lines

The Masked Sleepyz Apr 2014

Another bus ride 10w

I always fall,
into someone's soul,
everytime I am here.

Not so much aboot the bus ride and more aboot how I read your poems on the bus my dear reader

The Masked Sleepyz Apr 2014

The dance of humanity.

Another bus ride,
Seeing the cities as a tide,
Taking it in for a brief moment,
Witnessing humanity's atonement,
A collective of its wonder,
As the streets and the construction ring across the ocean like thunder,
But as I sit I also pay attention to it's greatest blunder,
Old lady,
Standing while a young person stares down at a phone,
Do they see her?
But a kid in the back,
Grabs her bag and helps her into the seat,
In one simple feat,
The balance of human's plays in synch,
I stand with headphones in,
My eyes absorbing life that exists,
On this small city bus,
The enchantment flirting with love and lust
My music is playing my soundtrack,
To their lives

Written one handed while standing on a bus...I'm thinking aboot tweaking the ending, it kinda feels like I lost the rhythm...but let me know dear reader