CHANGE OF PACE

Are you the valley I should photograph
Or the mountain I can climb
Are you a song that I must sing
Or the poem I can't rhyme

Are you the painting I want to do
Or the design I cannot see
Or
are you
really
just
love
that cannot be

Are you a movie I might write
Or a melody just lurking in my mind
Maybe just a memory
Of something I can't find

This thing that you are
That I can't seem to know
Just lingers very softly
Somewhere inside my soul

It's a peaceful image
And incredibly beautiful to see
But it is also very strange
That you are not lying next to me

The energy that fills this void
Is strong and seems so real
But when I reach to touch you
There is nothing I can feel

Are you the valley I should photograph
Or the mountain I can't climb
Are you a song that I might write
Or a poem that I will rhyme

Are you the painting I have to do
Or the design I cannot see
Or
are you
really
just
love
that cannot be


If it's just a dream
With no physical reality
Then it becomes a cosmic joke
That Heaven plays on me

The laughter that is heard
From angels, demons and in between beings
Explains very clearly
Why no one hears my screams

HA HA always overshadows BOO HOO
No matter where you live
A good strong laugh is better
If that's all you have to give

And I understand the truth
Why you can't come to me
Even though I think
It's somewhere you might like to be

I'm not real
In the space that is your dream
Just a whisper in some illusion
Of what love might really mean

But I know you are out there
As I am in here
And sometime it would be nice
If this vision could be clear

Maybe just a quick flash
That lights up my damaged heart
And lets me know that you know
That something just might start

I can't make you come to me
No matter what I say
Just like there is nothing I can do
To make you go away

Are you the valley I should photograph
Or the mountain I can climb
Are you the song that I must write
Or the poem I will rhyme

Are you the painting I want to do
Or the design I cannot see
Or
are you
really
just
love
that cannot be

THE PROCESS OF WRITING A LOVE SONG...A LOVE STORY...A LOVE LETTER or A POEM ABOUT LOVE REALLY DOES ENTER THE REALM OF ILLUSIONARY TRIANGULATION...
and I fully understand that illusionary is not a word but I like it.

One knows what one knows
One hopes for what one hopes for
And then everything in between controls the reality

We can attempt to understand when something might not be happening and yet there is that place that lives inside our minds that lets us know that we don't really have a clue.

AND THAT MAYBE SOMETIMES...WE AREN'T SUPPOSE TO KNOW

WHICH REALLY...PISSES ME OFF!

It's one thing if I can't find the answers to questions that determine my state of being, and it's another thing if I'm not suppose to play inside that type of dream.
That is where the Universal joke starts to take shape and somehow dominates my time, and always leaves me wondering with something I can't rhyme.

Why should I care
if the games not fair
I'm not the one who set the rules
Can't I just ignore the facts
and simply laugh
just like other fools

Does something need to happen when searching for the truth? Does a lighting bolt of insight need to strike through the roof? Does an inspirational moment need to break inside my mind? And does it really matter if you get drunk on beer or wine? Has anything ever taken the place of love since the dawning of mankind? And of course has anyone ever really seen inside my twisted little mind?

I share things that then get put down on solid molecular matter...but does it matter?

I create colorful designs that seem to have designed
themselves
in spite of using my hands
my time
and
my imagination

I feel very little control
when creating
THE FLOW

and then the real work begins...filling in the colors

CHOOSING COLORS doesn't require energy
and some might say that's quite apparent
and others might feel that I ponder long and hard over hues and shades

IT'S ACTUALLY FUN TO WATCH WHAT COLORS MY HANDS SELECT
and the words
I choose to use.

IT'S A PART THAT SEEMS TO BE OUTSIDE OF ME
MUCH LIKE THE LOVE THAT I JUST DON'T SEE
AND IS THE SOLE REASON
I CREATED
THIS SIMPLE
LITTLE
PLEA

Are you the valley I should photograph
Or the mountain I can climb
Are you the song that I can write
Or the poem I will rhyme

Are you the painting I want to do
Or the design I cannot see
Or
Are you
really
just
love
that
cannot
be


Michael Timothy McAlevey