Fall is the season that I hope to make it
Seen a thousand green leaves and I hope they're changing
Cause the color red is one that's more attractive
Seen them hit the ground waiting for someone to rake them up
Winter is a time that I know far better
Sliding down the frozen hills much faster
Wishing that the snow shines whiter than last year
And then maybe my angel can fly up to you
In the Springtime when it's warm but rainy
The seeds in my hand will float down to daisies
I can pick em out when the sun comes saving
The light of my life looking like a lovely lady
Only in the Summer when I'm free and happy
We'll lay together in the sunlight laughing
No curfews to keep us in for mischief
Time will stand still and we can imagine what if...
When all the seasons come together, I'll be praying for lovely weather
But if the world should end by noon, I'll cuddle up and die next to you
May 15, 2012
May 15, 2012 at 1:50 PM UTC
The machine turned black as the power
went out. Slowly returning to our natural
origin of birth.
My mind went blank. White. A tabula rasa of
sorts. Now she said as we entered the field of our
own existence. The familiar pulsing sensations
that made its way through my body pushed me forward
into this strange world.
Rotating fields of energy greeted me on this
new plane. As if entering a new universe opened
up both body, mind and soul. So did it expand our
certain sense of who we are as individuals.
There is a certain acknowledgment of discovering
the strange and abnormal, without leaving one's
place. But through the act of leaving the body,
and using one's mind to achieve new boundaries,
our souls enhance in ways we cannot comprehend.
May Jeff Buckley's soul and song live on...
May 15, 2012
May 15, 2012 at 1:32 PM UTC
There is a soft sound of your guitar playing violently
into the wind. It echoes through the vast open fields of
my mind as we wait for the sensations of our souls begin to
set themselves into motion. I feel your sweet embrace touch
me like a drop of early morning dew on a dry leaf. There is
only magic in the air as we pick the forget-me-nots and
watch them slowly fade away. As the sun sets suddenly, our
shadows fall into the disarray of elegant emotion.
Faithful is the night that cries its warm hollowed glow
of happiness and fortune. As we accept our choices of
a free balanced ever changing life we begin to
imagine if we truly are eternal, and not only
taken in by the lies our senses contain. Very soft, very
chic, our bright eyes speak, of a time when our land was free
and the hope we once yearned for was really there, that
we truly are aware. Do not be scared my immaculate
princess, our hearts may still play. Although she may seem
unhappy at times, she will never break. Like that unwanted
can of tuna, our wasted memories become absent to the past
goals that meet within our serenity. Star child of the sun and moon,
let the enigmatic powers of the universe hold true to our
inner most desires of what we expect of ourselves.
Not gold but silver. Not heaven, nor hell, enchant us in the ways
of the weak, meek and humble. For we owe them the world.
May 15, 2012
May 15, 2012 at 1:22 PM UTC
Your eyes like Kether, the beginning of all things
solemnly I swear to share my soul with your sight
sometimes the light looks so elegant in the white of your bright
ness, I weep in the wallowing waters of your world
the weight seems oh so Empty when you wash up on shore
I never bore in your presence, it is your mere essence
that I crave, in which it makes me behave in wild
wonders of wasted memories of yesterday, won't you
welcome me into the fantasies of your dreams?
Whenever there is darkness in my night I feel your
heart as my light to keep my days bright
your touch as sweet as the sound of silence that
Simon and Garfunkel slowly sing, sadness is never
my sword when you are around, my shield
never sorrow, I only wear the crown of your
cherished kiss. I'll never miss anything
more than the stone of your scent
I cannot recollect a time when all was simple
but in your hair is where I care to hide
when all my troubles seem too high to bare.
I will never scare those furies in the forests
of failure, but flourish in fables of your
fixed phantasms, your tragic caves and comedic
ark that seem to ring through rites of spring
You are my everything, my hope for a level
above gods and men, if only we could
live on vibrations of purity and aether
we'll travel through dimensions vast and humble
when some golden future welcomes the mumbles
of our soft sounding hellos and hurrahs.
Can I say? What more is there on earth than
emptiness where we can play and forget
what we used to be. This reality is no more
fantasy than the dreams we see each other
in, where we can swim and never drown,
where our gold rests not in crowns but in hearts
of blood beat waterfalls, flowing faster with
every fabric of our forgotten foundation.
The moment we met was tragedy because I could
never once again feel that happy.
Let's draw lines forever and never, oh never fall...
Our wings white with feathers of a new dawn dripping
with dew we could taste the elegance of a new life...
you need not be my wife, because all marriage leads
to strife, what we need are barriers, so everyday
we can break through and I can touch you
only to be pulled away and struggle to fight another
day and see your face, embrace the pain of
fading away, soft and slow, like a heartbeat that never existed...
May 15, 2012
May 15, 2012 at 1:06 PM UTC
Out of the darkest of days and brightest of nights,
this ever fueling living energy subdues you,
a limit never sleep that stops to only cut you up when you awake
there is no fear but reason there is only one key and that’s in the mind, do not forget the answer to the role of endless time.
That once inside the astral, all your dreams and wishes take flight, whether real or illusory, you define them all through what your conscious mind doth believe.
For what you knew was nothing new to what you are about to perceive.
Within the eye of third direct lighting of the fourth dimensional state where all is real and no thought is fake , when you believe its true, you have no clue, what is existence and what is home.
We are all and everything, we are enhanced beyond belief.
There exists nothing more than us and all that is us can relate, all that was once, can always be found with eyes shut.
Light your mind, fill your heart with joy, fill your arms with that of others and you too will know the way.
May 15, 2012
May 15, 2012 at 12:25 PM UTC
silently spend your time oversexed and can't find a day to unwind.
your energy's gone into your biggest fantasy instead of the man you used to be.
struck with a moral dilemma, two peas in a pod blown away through stormy weather.
never to return, always on the run, seasick with eyes bloodshot lacking sun.
what is this face that looks into my mirror, sullen with a taste of pain
always hesitant on what to do, but would you really call him insane?
alone again, he wakes up silent waiting for the day to begin
within a hollow body, his heart beats softly to the rhythm of the wind
the attitude of a broken man
quietly aging in the dark
his eyelids with worn black bags
hoping to find a spark
contempt found in his ever changing moods
splitting one day at a time
so confused, desolate and alone,
if he could only find a sign
what's the point of waking up if you have nothing to look forward to?
he speaks each morning beneath his breath
wisecracks of the summertime inching into a dribbling bore
the longer he stays awake, the more he becomes a pest.
eaten up alive by the world that he loved so much
dreaming away a life of happiness
if only he could smoke the residue of the day
perhaps the light will bring well needed rest.
Jul 16, 2010
Jul 16, 2010 at 6:42 PM UTC
Deliver this message to sender
I hope it arrives before noon
Your eyes are dreams I've been missing
And I do hope they come back soon
Yours are the lips I'll be kissing
Yours are the hands I will hold
This is one love story darling
That you can keep in your soul
Let's make a toast to the future
Let us make plans til we're old
I'll be with you in the morning
And keep you warm when you are cold
Write me back when you get this
And tell of the things you have seen
Cause its a wide world out there honey
And people want to know where you've been
Oh Paris and Morocco
And Brazil and Japan I know,
Australia is stranger than
The Antarctic and glaciers that
Float all across the sea
From Indonesia I'll
Fly back to Norway
But catch you in Amsterdam
Take the train out to Pakistan
And there you will find me
This letter goes out to my lover
Who stretches the boundaries of time
And there will be nothing better
For us to kick back and unwind
Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 3:39 PM UTC
Retired, hopeless wonder
Spilling his thoughts onto an LP love letter
Your last goodbye to a forgotten generation
Spending your money without hesitation
Live fast only to die young
We'll remember you for the last song you sung.
Shot to stardom on an ounce of success
Delivering the sound only you detest
In the news for the week you're on the scene
They capture you as you lose the dream
I remember you for the eponymous
While your sophomore sits collecting dust
The more days you age, the less we know
Of how good you were at playing shows
Live fast only to die young
We'll remember you for the last song you sung.
Jul 8, 2010
Jul 8, 2010 at 3:11 PM UTC
Man vs. Man at each other's necks
Eight and a half million living now wrecked.
Hero defined as a medal and a grave.
How many souls did those deep pockets save?
So by the end, of those lasting four years,
Many men fought while living in fear.
Did action gain comfort for all your misdeeds,
Cutting and cropping to get what you need.
What does choice mean to men that have all?
Is it just a lark, a game of cup and ball?
Or is it power that comes into play,
To corrupt younger minds and all that they say?
Will the wealth of the world help in the end,
When you're drowning in the ashes of a million dead men?
Your lily-eyed soldiers won't keep you afloat,
As you sink down slowly on your small lonely boat.
So while you sit and wait at those pearly white gates,
Your judgment now chosen, thus sealing your fate.
Blind, controlled and tortured by all those you wronged,
The master now puppet, in hell you belong.
Apr 18, 2010
Apr 18, 2010 at 11:55 PM UTC
In my mind there is a mirror
With two heads talking back to back.
Duality conflicts this image
Two sides going head to head.
Oh I'll be dreaming in a room of error
Cause my black is an offshoot of red.
Apr 15, 2010
Apr 15, 2010 at 11:13 PM UTC