Something about the smoking chimney of a house,
sitting on rolling hills of a field enclaved by faraway trees.

From the outside, they are all smoking chimneys. . .
On the inside, is a house, a people, and their journeys
Each has a story to tell,
bittersweet,
a blend of heaven and hell

And in the end, all the lives and the stories of those folks,
go up up in smoke
through the chimneys, in the air
to disappear 🫥 in the atmosphere.

Then moves in another people under that same chimney, to create their new story

Life is but a dream

A son’s life gone at sea ,
Sudden death it is
Mr Joe black has no mercy
Takes  who he wants , even the young , the pure and the free
Mr Joe black , you are our destiny
You are the end , the friend and the enemy
Take life to let life be
Amori fati ,
Momento mori,
That is all I can plea

A coyote lives across the street
She has plans,
she has schemes,
she has tricks up her sleeves

One day she will smile at your face
another, she will disappear without a trace.
she will hold your hand,
take you to wonderland,
and leave you there to your fate

that coyote who lives across the street
the one with plots up her sleeves,
that black magic woman with  fake tears
a trickster, a shifter, and a lustful lier,
that little tiny thief

Some are one trick ponies
but beware of coyotes,
they are no phonies,
They imitate, manipulate
and when the time is right.....they intimidate

Cunning, she waits
digging her trap
setting her bait

She can be anyone one
She can no one
The Coyote who lives up the street

In a world that doesn’t understand it’s purpose, we drink our life at the bar rather than venture to find our north star

In this journey, some find their reason but many loop in one single season. Round and round the carousel, life slowly becomes a living hell!

Wasted days, wasted waves. Waves that were never ridden, never surfed. waves that crash into the sand

So I ask you, right here, right now, how many wasted waves, how many wasted days will slip into oblivion ?!

I dare you to play!  play all the keyboard and leave no musical notes. Let’s play all melodies and all songs! Cause there is so much to do and so much to see and only one life to be.  

One life and you gone. One life then you are dust and bones. Momento Mori!

Go ! Go die at sea . Never die at bay , like those ships that never sailed .  

Throw away that suit and wear your old dusty boots and travel like a vagabond that has no bond.

Once upon a time, there lived a girl in a house with a red door.
She is not what she seems
She is not who she appears

In the dim light of the window I saw eyes, I saw a smile and a dance

Her eyes spoke to me in silence, they were calling me, they were screaming at me. It was the scream of a butterfly trying to flap her wings high in a green blue sky

The doors were locked and the windows were shut.
There she stood, my morning star,
wanting to shine, wanting to be where she belongs in the green blue sky

Stars belong to skies and butterflies too!  Rainbows also

Why do we build houses with locked doors?  Why do we chain ourselves where we don’t belong? why don’t we free our souls and break big red doors?

Stars belong to skies and butterflies too...  Rainbows also.
She belongs not behind closed red doors.  No, no .. not that beautiful soul

And I stand here on the other side of the lake,
looking at that bridge where we use to meet!
I stand here, feeling the early winter breeze,

listening to your music, I sand here

I stand here as the sun rises on the other side of the lake, I break, my heart aches, I stand here!

Staring at that bridge, imagining your hair dancing to the falling leaves, as their color changes to bring in the winter breeze that you wait for every year

We the people are too human. All too human
We the people are 6 foot 6 but live in fear just for kicks. Human, all too human we the people live life, checking lists

9-5 gigs, check
College, Check!
Marriage, check!
Kids, check! Check check!
Divorce, a big fat bank check

human all too human