A spectrum of different experiences happen to come together
side by side they faithfully converge
so many faces have known a spectrum of different experiences
Seeing from years of old alongside the watery time
many psyches seduced by mysteries
roaming the earth and the air and seeing from years of old
An auspicious collaboration with one single life then another
falling into the same chance for fortune
falling in to become part of the auspicious collaboration
Dripping with sweat from hundreds of generations
gathered in the midst of an echoing journey
looking up looking around looking forward
meet me exactly in the middle again
dripping with the sweat of hundreds of generations
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 11:42 PM UTC
In this life there is so much ritual
its rare to find somebody
that really does wish you well
heading off the games right at the pass
spreading out the flames to the entire cast
Some people are used to
being away from themselves
and knowing how to see
anything but themselves
sometimes it seems hard to
stay inside of ourselves
and many times we pay
right outside ourselves
Signs from the distance
somehow enter the mind
meeting with resistance
some lose and some find
Being borne to a name
along with the creatures
scratched by the nails
of immature teachers
Jan 29, 2015
Jan 29, 2015 at 11:23 PM UTC
Here it comes again
the looking glass wants to look away
it tells me I'm not good enough
for her, for them, for myself
A tall thick invisible wall
keeping in a storm of emotions
trying to hide away from it all
trapped inside a magical potion
I want to feel love
I long to feel love
I need to feel love
Dare I feel love
Lost inside a jungle of faith
suspicious of light shining through the trees
it could very well find me
or it could blind me
It creeps into my thoughts like time
calling me again to run away
almost alone, it perfects my fears
holding back the truth the lies
and it's been years
I want to feel love
I long to feel love
I need to feel love
dare I feel loved
Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 1:08 AM UTC
I n a way it's a certain comfort
falling into the hands of oblivion
keeping us from the other side of the door
keeping us from finding so much more
keeping us from getting to the deepest core
There are so many different kinds of detours
steering us away from our own true roads
directions become hard to understand
trying to plant two feet on the land
trying to save a fistful of sand
trying to be a part of the band
Most of the time it acts like a phantom
coming and going when least expected
at random it grips like a chest on fire
faithfully stealing away our desire
stopping us from climbing up any higher
making us walk on the tightest of wire
Here is why it can always be dear
it keeps the brain busy and escape is clear
there's always a route we can take that is near
there's always some reason to be with the fear
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 9:14 PM UTC
There's an unsteady feeling surging through me
it's sadness and anger surging through me
they're feeling for something to finally fill me
and stealing the one thing that tries not to **** me
Why the hell is it I feel so alone
and people around me seem so alive
sometimes it feels like my soul's made of stone
aluminum butterflies flutter and thrive
Now that I have to direct my own path
just how do I get through the shame and the wrath
it's left up to me to make a full turn
I've kept up to see, surviving the burn
They crept on me, lessons to learn
like nothing is free, we all have to earn
our way in this world and maybe beyond
a wind and a whirl and then on and on
Jan 21, 2015
Jan 21, 2015 at 8:53 PM UTC
Chorus
Who's got the thing to help us all feel sound
and after all of that help us to come around
who's got the thing to keep us in the middle
in case we feel the need to get up or down
Where is this thing that can take the mind higher
and ease up on the loss of the souls' desire
burning dark memories faster than fire
where is this thing that kidnaps motivation
then drops us at an imaginary station
What is this thing that rules the low skies
while finding any reason to hypnotize
what is this thing that tries to fake surprise
and only ask questions of when's and why's
The answer lies in the now of eternity
even then some still wonder and plot
even the spies in this dark fraternity
can't get enough of what they've already got
I've seen how to keep asking why can actually **** you
along the way this thing will soothe you and thrill you
at first it would open you up and then spill you
then again in the nik of time it will fill
???
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 1:27 AM UTC
You were there, I know you were
the left side of my brain tells me so
I can still feel your breast against my cheek
it will forever be a memory of tomorrow for me
I know you must remember
how could you ever forget
has it plagued you as it has me
those ideal plans of yesterday
To a new life across the raging ocean
leaving the pristine blue sea behind
did you find what you were looking for?
did what you were looking for find you?
We can never have what we should have had
nor can we ever be what we could have been
today I can see it so very clearly
today is only what we would make of it
By the way, what shall I call you
by your first name or perhaps another
does some of this confusion ever befall you
You alone truly are my own
you alone are my life giving Mother
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 1:25 AM UTC
Feeling in charge of emotions and all
having the veiw of an entire world
climbing higher in the middle of a fall
seeing the places and people unfurl
A likely place to figure out everything
where life is perfect while being above
placing the actors where they belong
it seems that they have all but the love
Shooting the mind to a different level
trickling from there down to the soul
keeping track of the good and the devil
reading the future, practicing the old
Joining a wave of tempered vision
shapes and forms exclusively change
a following of legends like Jesus the risen
sees no bound, no border, no range
Under and over and through the walls
a sure way to be a part of it all
the ancients beckon the candle lit halls
they have their bread and their baccanals
Counting on plans that are coming this way
no need to guess, it's just a word that we say
a volunteer god that wanders these parts
the lands of hell, the lands of hearts
Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 12:22 AM UTC
At times they've been so clearly within reach
chances to step into the actual light
strolling along the edge of the living
close to freedom along similated sight
Messages came and tried to be seen
meaningful and always persistant
although they knew where I had been
insight from them seemed so distant
Echoes wanting to escape from the soul
many nights of forest thick with darkness
encompassing all of the mind and heart
so far jaded in the ways of evolution
Many would simply say that it's this life
being called by random opportunity
they've often been known to fit together
the best would plummet while they stall
The results lay where the mind cannot see
they bewilder those who try to look into them
the vast place where we cannot yet be
the open space where the time cannot flee
Almost everything needed is there
or here depending on where we look
into the midnight or out in the day
the covers mean nothing without the book
Jan 11, 2015
Jan 11, 2015 at 7:02 PM UTC
A river of scents and cymbals, a closeup look at tomorrow
the land and people borrow, collaborating hymnals
Stayed inside the darkness, somewhere in there is light
sensations are like coasters, before peace there is a fight
Paths beaten for understanding, on an imaginary cutting edge
manufacturing mental landings, between the visions there is a wedge
Impromptu races can teach us how to deceive
decoys in the mind show us what to retrieve
a blind world will never know how to conceive
a gemlike planet and a pressure relieve
Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 4:52 PM UTC