Three souls locked away in time not to be seen for centuries to come.
Sounds of love flying in and out of clouds of lights shinning down in the night
It was a sign of the times to see then grow, not everyone could go.
One J – dynamic, is soaring through the mind.
Two J’s – high as the spirits that carry her soul while she sings rock-n-roll
Three J’s – the lizard king and prince of the thunder crashing across the stage
He can do anything but fade away.Time has stood still for the sounds of yesterday. Now we’re three J’s away.
Apr 23, 2010
Apr 23, 2010 at 11:35 AM UTC
Wanting life, all or nothing
Love for the taking.
Worlds for the breaking
No ones mind is forsaken futures to make and our past destroyed.
Our present day is near, is your mind clear?
Tomorrow is here.
Can you see the stairs leading on and on up there.
Lives lived wild and free; why not take all or nothing.
Apr 23, 2010
Apr 23, 2010 at 11:21 AM UTC
It’s so free here.
Why are you down there?
You could be here, where it’s free.
Crazy things go on down there, the fighting, the hate, and the war.
Up here it’s quiet and calm without the pains of settling the score.
If they could only see they could be free.
They don’t need to fight.
Someday they have to see the light.
They don’t need to hate, they could escape.
To be free, they need to pray for peace.
The war has ceased in me.
It’s nice to be free.
Apr 23, 2010
Apr 23, 2010 at 11:08 AM UTC
A thousand thoughts inside my mind
Nowhere to go and nothing to show you I was here.
Ideas came and have gone.
In between then and now has been a long road.
I know I’ve wasted many days dreaming of what I knew should be.
A million miles of wonder in my mind is almost over.
Time is going, ticking many thoughts away.
At last the end of another day
Apr 23, 2010
Apr 23, 2010 at 11:04 AM UTC
Time is short although it appears not to be.
Time is set different ways for different days.
There’re times to laugh and times to cry.
With time things live.
With time things die.
Time is visible but then again it’s unseen.
As you’re watching and growing with time it has some meaning.
Where time goes nobody knows.
Mind your business.Commit no crime. Live life wisely but most of all keep track of time.
Apr 23, 2010
Apr 23, 2010 at 11:00 AM UTC
The whispering wind
How it cries at night.
Strong winds
Strong winds that
Carry secrets.
The winds drifts
Carries drifters that
Drift through the
NightThe drifter is quiet as is the wind he was carried came, quietly he’ll go.Like the in by.Quietly he
whispering winds secrets from long ago.
Apr 23, 2010
Apr 23, 2010 at 10:57 AM UTC
Witness to the night, I lost my mind, my thoughts of time.
My whereabouts were unknown to me and I had no vision of where I’ve been.
I know it is no longer then.
It is now but how did my time fly?
Witness to my night; tell me the story I just dreamed.Where did my mind take me,did you see? Who was there to witness my night .
Apr 23, 2010
Apr 23, 2010 at 10:48 AM UTC
They don’t understand.
Everything gotta be their way.
They don’t seem to care.
It’s always their way, day after day.
When will they see?
I need to be free.
Yes, like a bird.
Tell me when I will be heard.
Why can’t they see?
That’s my say.
I’m not going to plead because it’s a childish play.
They just don’t know.
Everything’s a bore, day by day.
I’m caged in, that’s for sure.
Page by page
Where’s the door?
Apr 23, 2010
Apr 23, 2010 at 10:46 AM UTC
There is a me inside me I wish the world to see.
It is the me I wish could be free of pain and sorrow.
I know why I wish to die.
Why can’t it be that I be set free of pain and sorrow?
Not a knife or gun could make me run as pain has done.
I run from pain and sorrow as I do from tomorrow.
I wish tomorrow not to come.
I wish it to be over now, today, so here sorrow will stay.
I wish no more games to play.
Why can’t darkness forever be here?
No one seems to care.
No one seems to know if tomorrow comes on sorrow will go.
Stop sorrow today and again here sorrow will stay.
Run from tomorrow I plead, don’t let sorrow make you bleed.Kill the day today.
Make sorrow go away.
Run from tomorrow, I’m dead because of pain and sorrow.
Apr 23, 2010
Apr 23, 2010 at 10:42 AM UTC
Lions in the street and roaming dogs in heat
As the rain makes the river run, the rain shows the death of the burning sun.
After the rain has gone, the rebirth of the sun won’t be long and the sun will remain until the next rain.
Life and death are in people as well as in trees and flowers and as you all know death is at the end of all these dying hours.
As ****** and **** are still a sin, death will still work from within.
Summer, winter, spring, or fall, it doesn’t matter death will still call.
Early morning, noon or night, there’s no way out.
Death is still in sight.
Some say death to you and I, and some say death is just another word for die.
I say death is just another word for goodbye.
I think death is another word for learn how to fly.
Apr 23, 2010
Apr 23, 2010 at 10:37 AM UTC