The Written Word


Poems, lyrics, whatever you like to call them, these are those mumblings of my mind recorded to paper.
Some may be songs, and some may never have rhythmic qualities to make music.




"To Be Human"

I am but to see this thing that is a man
Is it to be only a fraction to what it is said?
This noble thing we have and call it humanity
such things raise question to my hearts mind
are we not an animal like any other?
do we not bleed if we are cut?
do we not feel the need to survive?
What is this, this haunting vision of myself?
I, me and my father's father before him
the traits of a hundred years passed on
I only hope to honor them in foolish pride
I can not be of a world I do not believe in
I am displaced from my mind and body
I can see more than mine eyes allow
to me I am already dead only waiting to live
and shall I dream the nights end and days wake
to be that of which I hope and dream
to become forever remembered in the lives of many
to make my family name known in high respect
So ever unclear these spices of nature
The forces within and without despair or fear
We all are growing so that someday we might bloom
The purpose that we were made for
I could shed tears if it was not for thy own sake
I could defeat an army if it were not for mine own welfare
I care not for my own life,
but as long as I am of some use to others, I shall live.
I can only hope to become the definition to the title held
I will hold death near as I see what is to come of the day.



"Outdoor State of Mind"

The Hunter is a part of his surroundings,
he is the tree, the grass, and the earth.
From which he came, he will ever strive to
return. He learns from nature, the truth
of life and death.
In the woods there are no lies,
but the ones you bring with you.
In the woods he finds peace.
He bends with the trees, a part of
something bigger, stronger.
Woodland sounds call to him of freedom.
A freedom born of an age centuries past.
To feel the wind in your face and
know the open sky as your home.

Many live in this world, but the Hunter
becomes a part of it. Seeing things as they
have been for hundreds of years.
There is wisdom in the wood.
A natural state of being,
the Outdoor State of Mind.










All writings Copyright Scott Holmes
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