For me the be free,
I sip on my tea,
And only I think,
Of days I am keen,
Or dreams of my life,
As a basket of ripe,
Apples and mango's,
Peaches delight,

For Saturday sings,
A blue lullaby,
A breathe of the fresh,
And air for the eyes,
I cancel the vision,
Of lonely times past,

Bring in the Spirit,
Of life ever-last,
Jesus the guide,
The mediator of all,
My savior we yonder,
Towards grace that is called,
Willing to die,
Of a cross of pain and suffering,
Willing to free,
From sin and shame,
We've come to this moment,
Now let us again,
Love one another,
Like brother and kin,

If only between thought,
I, at once could retrace,
The steeple of freedom,
The fountain of grace,
Often I wonder,
Upon  a drear,
Only my only,
From time to the mirror,
Without a doubt,
All in a day,
I seldom remember,

For all is again inside of the pin,
For all I have seen I just hope we begin,
Trust in Omega for life never end

Lightening strikes,
The tribe falls below,
Another stormy desert chase,
Fallen on sodden ground,
Chasing the wondering furnace of fame,
Forgetting the isle of pleasure and stay,

I've found nothing new,
Inside this glass Iota,
Forming thoughts of you,
I fall beneath the timed delight,
Of evening cheers and truthful glares
Of treasures O' so bright


Leave me there,
I'll find a way,
To move and twitch again,
Chasing movement ever near,
Till we meet again

All the signals of separation,
Are found in you,

Like chassis and demands,
Of fallen broken views,

These images that you form
And cease to be amazed,

By crowning thorns of death,
And foolish puns of fame,

Like truth I breath in waters,
Unknown among the rest,
Priced in God's great Kingdom
A soul who's put to rest,
Forever I entail,
To seek the seething Son,
The Man of Calvary broken,
For all the be set free

I thought once,
Of a time un-chastised
Forming a beautiful solution for you,

I've drifted since then,
Drifting is always seen as far,
Although I drift nearer,

My image is not like that of a lonely
Coyote,
Shadowing cold features
Of shattering dunces

Can you remember the poetry?
Or sing me a song?

What we feel,
What we see
Defined as Reality

What they feel,
What they see,
Defined as Insanity