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The Day Greg Goedewaagen
The air is flavored with a gentle breeze,
that seems to relieve the shock and greatness of it all.
It’s the day when so many things pay off,
The day when the last few years all of a sudden reach
their boiling point.
And in the climax the sky is but a few sprinkles of blue that have managed
to find their way through the surge of tasseled hats,
that seem to remain suspended in the air for everyone to take in,
for everyone to remember.-- The Day

WAR

It is a sadness, war.
Full of things an images,
no human should have to do- have to witness.
It’s a bloody machine, war.
Full of death, tears, that no one,
no human should have to see, feel, spill.

A machine that when used properly,
can destroy the lives, customs, values, and countries
that humans have strived to build for centuries past.

Someone

Someone to admire,
Someone who walks with my respect,
Someone who may not be here now,
Someone, always trying to show people how.

Someone who believes,
In who he is and what he’s striving for.
Someone who speaks about what he sees,
But someone who’s on another shore.

Someone who’s footsteps,
Someday I will try to follow,

Greg Goedewaagen This a Place

In the backyard there are many things,
things that are there now,
and things that once were.
Memories of blue and orange slides,
faded from the sun, memories of crawling
beneath a picnic table, or climbing a tree,
just to hide from everyone.

But my backyard is a place that nobody sees.
Strewn with guitars, rough drafts of songs,

Whoooops My Mistake

I’ve got a math test tomorrow,
think I’ll blow it off this time.
Think I’d rather play some guitaro,
I know the stuff I’ll do fine.

Well now its three days later,
and I’m gettin my grade,
I’m sweaten with suspense,
my parents will be ashamed.
The teacher comes up to me,
“How’d I do?”

11/11/07 A MONSTER

Many times, through many days,
their has been something there,
that wont go away.
An although its sometimes gone,
sometimes Im fine,
I know this something is there,
ready to jump from behind.

I do not know why its haunting me,
but it’s a ravenous monster
that seems to feed on loneliness.
I don’t know when it will arrive,

Another World 10/24/07

Swaying with the motion,
of the beat of rock n roll.
Gone in caverns of emotion,
from the music of which springs my heart and soul.

And while the sounds of the amplifiers
are echoing in my head,
faces watch, ears listen, minds hopefully think

Little Brass Box
Greg Goedewaagen
9/25/07

Sun shines through the crudely spaced walls,
casting highlights of gold on a dust carpeted floor.
And while the wind weeps its weary call,
there’s a little brass box that hears no one, sees no one,
for one day and a few more, and back again.

And for years on end it sits there alone,

LISTENING TO THE ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
OF SEPTEMBER 11TH

As fog rises to the sky,
questioning faces rise with it,
while others are comforting others who cry.
And all are wondering the same thing,
all are asking the same question.
How? Why?

And while twisted metal, raging fires,
and falling mountains are remembered,
the flag flies at half mast.

Greg Goedewaagen Power To Fly
10/2/07

Gliding through mountainous clouds,
the cold air leaving rivers of tears flowing from my eyes.
I jump and shout out loud,
I have the power to fly.

Over bottomless oceans,
through snow capped sleeping giants,
save for the steady beat of my feathered wings,
everything is silent.
I jump and shout out loud a freedom cry,

Greg Goedewaagen WHAT HAPPENED?
10/16/07
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Who knows whats happening to my life?
It changes everyday.
Feel I’m growing up way to fast,
discovering what life has to say.

Who knows whats happening to our world?
No one really knows for sure.
But I will tell you, we are destroying the planet,
that we once loved before.

MAGIC

Is there magic in the world,
Is there a power no one can control?
Is there something out there that goes unnoticed,
Is there something out there that goes untold?

Witches, wizards muttering incantations, maybe,
cauldrons full of boiling potions.
No I don’t think there are any of these,