Voices of my Selves

There are many selves
That live in my mind
Some are cruel
And some are kind

Some are wise
And listen with care
And some are fools
And make me despair

Some are wild
And some full of fun
Some are scared
And would have me just run

But all of these selves
That live within me
Help me to live
Help me to be

They give me advice
And tell me what’s so
They say what to do
And where I should go

And they give me ideas
And show me new things
Some take me away
And help me grow wings

And take me to worlds
That would never exist
Except for these friends
For they can assist

And play out the parts
Of all those I meet
In this world that’s not here
Yet still stands complete

Sounds In My Head

Sounds go round
Within my head
Talking and music
Who knows where they’ll tread

Conversations I had
Many days ago
Rewind and repeat
They ebb and they flow

Music and songs
That get stuck in my mind
With thoughts and idea
They all seem entwined

And when they come out
They’re oft something new
Out of these things
These new ideas grew

And the voices that stay
Way deep in my head
Help make these things better
As I lie here in bed

The Rhyme of the White Collar Camper

I wish I could live
In a cloth covered box
And live in a world
That’s run by old clocks

Appointments to set
And deadlines to meet
I’d never go out
And life would be sweet

They could treat me like trash
And I wouldn’t care
I’d drink lots of coffee
And sit in my square

And write lots of e-mail
Reports and code too
Oh this dream that I have
Is long overdue

And happy I’d be
My life they would pamper
With post-its and pens
I’m a white color camper