the eagle soars above so totally free
doesn't have the need to be attached
heart is open to every thought and idea
man does not seem to know this freedom
inwardly or outwardly
at least not on this earth
the mind understands this concept
and tries to build an outside world
invent a future liberation of the soul
can the mind be actually and totally free
free from dependence, fear, anxiety
conscious and unconscious
I have felt the eagle trying to escape
the boundaries I have placed
my pleasures my pain my fears
the eagle is fleeing and taking flight

Birdman – June 2010

There is way, way to much confusion,
I can't get my head straight,
is this just another illusion,
I think it's getting late,
you know we talked about this before,
talked about curbing our emotions,
or did you forget,
I must admit
I can't get you out of my mind
I can't get you out of my mind
  
isn't this, isn't this September
I can hardly wait,
I hope, hope that you remember,
it's been a year since our first date,
we walked along underneath the moonlight,
holding hands, wishing on a star,
I won't say won't,
I'm hoping you don't
I can't get you out of my mind
I can't get you out of my mind

Birdman - March 2005

you offered hope
for a new beginning
then ran away

you seemed sincere
sharing kind words
then ran away

I'll never understand
your  selected choice
you ran away

you gave no explanation
just left me here
you ran away

Birdman 08/28

Echoing through those electronic hills,
fancy gadgets providing mental thrills,
he seeks out a soul he's never before heard,
not one single sound, not one single word,

the mind was stretching out to find a clue,
of what should be expected, a sound so true,
when it finally broke through after a quiet ring,
the ear were astonished to hear angels sing,

a child-like whisper stirred visions of light,
leave the head spinning, the beam so bright,
The Voice that was heard was joy in his mind,
charging particles of dew drops, ties that bind,

never envisioned, no never expected,
scattering thoughts that need be collected,
knowing not where the next step would go,
The Voice speaking out, the words softly flow

Birdman - 3/10

I can't understand exactly why
but every time she passes by
with her magic words that linger in my mind

though I have never seen her face
she takes me to another place
peace and tranquility are the things I find

I can only imagine her special touch
the thought thrills me oh so much
maybe someday she will take a second look

but for now I must bide my time
dreaming in these words of rhyme
and slowly turn the pages of her book

Birdman - 08/25

My God I'm so lucky, I've heard it again,
waves slicing through, the clamor of distance,
so hard to describe, the feelings within,
when the softness comes through, I have no resistance

it is the clarity of knowledge, the soul of laughter,
caressing my heart, it rolls through my brain,
such a free spirit, like from the hereafter,
the Voice once again, feel my tachyons drain

the magic of wonders, the wonders of magic,
allowing the register, of sound to emit,
letting it go by unheard, would be tragic,
smoke fills the eye, of that one final hit

has this gone past, the true reason of life,
wanting the sweetness, to fill up my mind,
hearing the drummer, the marcher with fife,
I'll follow the Voice, maybe one day I'll find

Birdman 3/19