Oh
help me know
the points that you make
help me grow

My reflection in your eyes
the inflection in your voice
that look on upon your face
It shows

Yeah I know
I'm reaching closing time
But still
You haven't seen the best of me

Youre fire in my eyes
Spark actions just in time
Before
Time erases Destiny

Trapped on an island so strange,
rules relinquished once Night overcame.
We realized when we came,
that it would and could never be the same.

There's no quite sensation
Like awaiting the vibration
Devastation
or
elation
You're response keeps me waitin'

They yearned for a life of ease and peace.
But the foundation crumbled under the weight of their dreams.

Their hearts believed what their minds enjoyed, so their beautiful addiction filled their void.

Yet Only the child eats and sleeps, without gratitude towards the one who feeds.

Unknowingly following their path foretold, while their incessant fears restricted their growth.

Living in each movement, as though it's the last, with their tainted moral compass and skewed looking glass.

What gathers us here today
is the common misconception,
that the minds of the educated
can be shaped in one direction.  

What gathers us here today
is the relationships shared;
The celebration is pure
'cause love is in the air.

What gathers us here today
is the void now present;
Only now do we stop
and appreciate past lessons.  

What gathers us here today,
coincidental or divine,
is to play our role
in the age of mankind.

As I float through my memories
I always drift to Uxbridge.
The hidden gem of the inspirational isle,
home of Green Hill and Fire Pit.

The angels took root and settled
on the southern grounds of the temple,
while the devout and matured assembled ,
and the children dreamed and wrestled

Days of unadulterated enjoyment
in the pools and the meadows green,
the original music created
emanated from inspired beings.

I can still feel the vibrations,
they rock me to sleep.
When I fall into the sky,
I'll return to Uxbridge Street.

"I never did the deed,
yet imprisoned for years I've been.
say 'Zihuatanejo',
its where I will lay low;
and wait until you've joined me.  

Find the grandest of all oak trees,
beneath there's a box for thee.
If the contents will rot,
you've gone and got shot,
or died of a natural disease."

So alone, for now I'll be,
Filled with thoughts and my memories.
From the depths of the fuego ,
to Zihuatanejo;
I know what it takes to be free!

The barking shakes me awake
******, now I must face the day
But first things first I gotta say
"Thank G-d all is ok".

Realize that I am lying on the floor
a direct result of always wanting more
Like a child, I crawl to the door
Like the elderly, my memory is poor.

Last night was something else
Fun, as far as I can tell-
but a pungent odor my nostril smells
Entering my bedroom I let out a yell.

Faceless bodies fill the beds
Their deformed limbs fill me with dread
Reaching out so I can join them, dead
Fearing delusion I shake my head.

As I run from the safety of my home
I look to find that I am all alone
The winding roads scattered with the bones
of all the companions I thought I had known.

The life I know, gone in a flash
The darkest of thoughts arise as I dash
I fall to the ground in a sudden crash
with tears in my eyes I think of the past.

Through the tears I look up to see
The looming water tower judging me
with new-found strength I climb it peak
Alone in the world I am finally free.

On top the world I fall fall down and pray
That he knows that I never meant to stray
That tonight he'll keep the monsters at bay
That he'll forgive my sins and wipe them away.

When all your thoughts are shared,
everyone gets a say.
granted, it is cathartic
'cause you fear you'll fade away.

The imminent pains lie somewhere in the distance-
What pressure to face the unknown head on.
When you move forward all you feel is resistance-
Understand that the simple days have gone.

Waking up the morning after,
I can only recall the excessive laughter.
The great vibes shared in one moment in time,
It was all so beautiful, the highest of highs.
(****)
My glance embarrassingly detects
the frightful fact the mirror reflects.
A bathroom tagged with the night's mistakes,
Rorschach like markings of drinks and rare steaks.
Always said "Yes", lacking all inhibition.
I wish last night I lived its definition.
So I readjust my head and all of the fixtures,
and pray to god no one took any pictures.

I took a stroll in Central Park,
to take a break and think of things.
Thoughts colliding in the dark,
so full of doubt so full of dreams.

I saw the writing on the wall,
it said "Ignorance is not bliss".
The thought that scares me most of all,
is to think "What have I missed"?

My dreams elude my reach.
Do these illusions delude or lead?
A ruse or a path unseen?
With hidden meaning or does my soul randomly seek
from cognition's depth to spirit's peak
a time and space where I believe
that my world and life will be complete.

the transcognitive experience
a transformative deliriousness
makes your gibberish sound Shakespeareanesque.

Anchored spirit but his being's stretched
On to the next life is where he's racing to get
But his job is not finished and that is his test
All he knows he will soon forget
All of his actions he will soon regret
Exhausting his faculties, all he wants is rest
The drugs he loves leaves him depressed
Dejected
Rejected
Stretched too thin
But burn another down before sobriety sets in
Use it to unearth the beauty that's within
Discover and share to all who'll listen
Satisfaction
Passion
His work never finished
On to the next one or his name is diminished.

to be a passenger or drive the car.
to acting better or knowing you are .
to saying that love will open my heart.
to knowing that words will never take you as far.