the truth of the search
no matter how long it took
is that everything you saught
was always in the last place you'd look

yes i love you
but there is a but to that
there can be no future
where there has been no past
all that is before us
is but a part of what has passed
the bulk of what we could have become
was but ballast

I woke up today
and I ate a cheese biscuit

sometimes
when i close my eyes
the world starts spinning
and i am left in the middle,
unmoving

The earth upon which i walk
The light by which i see
The energy that moves within
The breath of life

here is the now
you did not see
before
again it happens
why are you
surprised
agony of ignorance
is quietly accepted
as reality
there is no fault
there is no fault
there is no fault
in oz

"Painful Slavery"

                    Ah Satan, are you but a notion
                    Of the mind?
                    Can the terrible enemy of man
                    Be but a childish attempt
                    To avoid responsibility?
                    When mother ate the fruit
                    Was not her cry,
                    "The serpent tempted me."
                    The true falling away?
                    To deny her own dark desires
                    And blame them on a source
                    Outside herself,
                    Was not this the real evil?
                    And father,
                    What of him?
                    His words,
                    "She offered it to me, so I ate."
                    His own words condemn him.
                    He gave away the glory, the Eden
                    Of free will,
                    For the painful slavery
                    Of excuses.