Learning the Limit


On The Street Corner,
Waiting for the bus,
In deep transition of the days events.
Endless antisipation on the wheelchair man's next rise.
Together with the doting wife by his side.
The lonely children staring into the northern wind.
Containing the energy of last nights repast.
For no one to understand,
The indignities of the common man.
Working towards the next and new disaster plan.
While in the land of misfortune and missery.
Hopeless devotion is in the breeze.
Clinging like a vine.
Unnoticeable till you find the wilderness.
Lost between the trees.
Dimming the lines to this souls existance.
Not seeing any resolve.
Stepping forward to the next phase.
On a borrowed ride again.
Unable to view the final grandstand.
Across the mountain side.
Where all the planes fall down.
Closer to the shores of expanse and extreme.
Learning the limits never set to be.
As I stand here,
On the street corner,
Waiting for the bus.
I am reminded we can never know what tommorow brings.
Just a distant early warning filled with grace.
Just a distant early warning filled with grace.
Just a distant early warning filled with grace.


Copyright 1998
Mark J. Hall
All rights reserved





To Unknown Glory


I'm walkin' down a new avenue.
Towards a strange universe.
Where I'm willin' to embrace the one I love and live on.
No Fears,
No Tragadies,
No Circumstance,
No Fear,
Just on the long and wild roller coaster ride with you.
To share,
With high hopes.
The journey to the highest mountain and the deepest valley.
Above the clouds and into the mist.
I am able to see,
In my second sight that I can be,
Happy from the sorrow.
Cleaned by the cut and the pain.
Destroyed by the desire.
Shamed into my own destiny.
Towards unknown glory.
Towards unknown glory.
Towards unknown glory.
I walk away,
Taking new steps,
On a road towards a dream unseen.
Towards unknown glory.
Towards unknown glory.
Captured in the sight of the past memories.
As I turn away.
The battles have changed.
Moving me on.
The only difference now,
Is that I am in control of my own destiny.
Not attached to the chemicals, or clining to no one's whims.
To unknown glory,
To unknown glory,
Climbing new trees to see the view,
Of a growing forest.
The days go by,
And I'm on the journey,
Though the trail again.
Traveling to the road that leads to the valley of the unseen.
Towards unknown glory.
Towards unknown glory.
Towards unknown glory.
Towards unknown glory.


Copyright 1998
Mark J. Hall
All Rights Reserved





Time In Kiaro


I awake to see,
I walk alone in darkness,
Picturing myself in disguise.
As a blume in the rain.
Tossed and carried down the lane.
Breaching the divide.
Searching and seeking for,
Our time in Kiaro.
At the foothills of a journey.
Far from an escape.
In Time,
In space,
We make our peace.
Remembering;
The towers of destruction we have built.
In our time,
In our time,
In our time in Kiaro.
I walk alone,
With You,
Without You,
In Peace,
In Kiaro,
In Our time,
I walk alone, in our time in kiaro.
With you,
Without you,
In our time in Kiaro.
I awake to see,
A deep cut through my soul.
The wandering silence.
Picturing myself in disguise.
As a blume in the rain,
Tossed and carried down the lane.
With Your shattered body at my feet.
With You,
Without You,
In Kiaro,
In our time,
In peace,
In your silence I break.


Copyright 1998
Mark J. Hall
All Rights Reserved





This Poem was inspired by the expectional original composition by Curtis Harvey.