That Ghastly Star,
Leagues away stretched
Unique in sky, hovering etched.

Haze of gas
Infested by bacilli
Shrouded by countless specks.


Dull and Dying,
Consumed by time, hollowed by bore;
That blustering light shone no more.

How could I formulate these hieroglyphics?
My mind is of the void - Never following form.
Mind like an eccentric, Soul like a vagrant!
I pass idle through your ruinous cities..
Stories of old, from the mountain told.
I don't expect you to understand..
I don't understand the future you expect.

Acceptance of the outsider is called expansion.

I have a temple outside of the town-
The grass bows down to the wind;
While the trees tell washing songs of old!
¡Junipers and butterflies, glitter oceans, infinite skies!
This is my last solemn prayer to this world of magic.

The

Mourning crystal tree
Wept tears of diamond.
Cloud hidden by the bend,
Concealed enchantment.

The

Whispering attraction
of this piety. Oh,
Let me in on God's
drama.

This divine stagecraft,
Charm of angels.
Transfigure my
Divine form.

Reveal mystical stories
Of what you might be.
Oh, I can sense your
Essence in love

Teetering: Left and Right
Moving forward - Fear and Fright
How courageous innocence can be,
How much of a visionary
A blind man can be.


Wobble this way
Up to the drunk mountain.
Where you can regain your humanity.
Separate from the race
Of rats.

I don't want who you think you are.
I don't want your title and car.
Truly, I just want what is inside your idea of you.
I want to remind you of what we can be.

When the sun is crescent curved around the earth beneath our feet.
And the dreaming stars come out to play,
I want to wish that you can join me

Once I lived deep in a forest
My bleeding heart turned to stone
I disappeared out in the shadows
A hollow tree I called home

I know what it is to be a hobo
Train to train, same house twice
I know how it feels to beg and borrow
To share my roll with scratchy mice

Once I even tried to phone home
But the number slipped my weary mind
And when I finally did remember
It all seem such a waste of time

Do you know what it's like to be a hobo?
Nobody knows you when you're down
Memories haunt you like a cold wind
I was lost but now I'm found

Now I live upon a mountain
High above the raging sea
Timeless, old but not forgotten
This hobo nature inside of me...