I see you've come to our world today.
Your unaware of what we'll do or say.
You come mouse like not know what you'll find.
Your hoping we'll play rough and start twisting your mind.

The poisons not strong.
Can you help me?
Sing my song.
Come and help me
Sing     along.
Can you help me?
The poisons not strong.

We pour another for my brother and hope he'll  live to drink another.

Though I dwell on yesterday, my memory for tomorrow remains the same
And the present and the future, immeasurable it all seems to stain
The wind blows sails are restless, high tides are blue and days are helpless
Heavy grounded waves that float upon your tormented shores
And I hold within my hand grains of sand and callous sore
The time is limitless, and immeasurable our death is perfectly invevible life remains pleasurable spread less time worrying and eat a ******* edible

Oh yee he quivers,
As the ship doth shivers.
On the waters he travels,
by compass he unravels.
The journey to the land,
far away from man.
Not knowing what he'll find
but adventure in time

To Believe is like fear or love, its a force to be understood as we understand passion of relativity and principals of anonymous factors. It's a phenomena that determines the course of our lives. Yesterday, my life was headed in one direction yet today, it is headed in another. Yesterday, I know, believe I would have never done what I did today. These forces that often remake time and space, can shape and alter who we imagine ourselves to be, to think is to be, we begin long before we are born and continue after we perish for eternal terrestrial life. Our lives and our choices, are understood moment for moment. That each point of intersecting paths, each encounter, suggest a new potential direction, in witch we take either way, infinite dimensions, infinite intentions, noticed or mentioned, belief is the tension in witch we must trust.
David Mitchell, Cloud Atlas

Personal development and good habits are really the only true path to happiness, envision your full potential and greatest self, discover new limits, and know no boundaries, curiosity and experience comes in abundance, explore ones wholeness. Be zenful, paint your aurora with the emotions of acceptance and gratitude. Open your spectrum of anticipation, widen your view of the mind. Develop a habit of healing the restlessness. Feeding it calmly with thought.

I've experienced lost, heartbreaks, and pain.
Some of what I can't explain.
I lost a friend or two, those suttle hearts that just wouldn't glue. Painful things I did to myself, that other people just couldn't help.
My conscience has come and gone. My life has just become one big song. The ones about teens who are in trouble, or the love that's lost in doubles.
If I can turn back time I wish I could cause i'd stop me from being born I would.
Cause this world is way to cold, to live with no one to hold.
This world's not much to live, if everyone's here but there's no one to give.

An the Sun says to the Moon "though day has to end, soon will meet again".

As we lay in the soft bed.
Our hands together laying head to head.
I look into her eyes as she looked back into mine.
For we knew we had this perfect little time.
A time for anything a time for making love, a time to sleep,  a time to catch up for there a not much to keep.
Secrets are told, messages unfold, love is bold, and you I hold.
As our eyes are locked together, we think nothing could get better.
As we lay head to head in this soft cozy bed.

There once was a man
who lived on down da bayou
went crabbing for his amors etouffee but before he got to dat bayou
he picked up his bon amigo
then dey headed down highway 41
Well the trip was going smooth
as the wind be blowin til they stopped at the station for some pane upon arriving to dat station it was being robbed for its payment and now they got a 3rd in company
Its been a long time coming, who dat cajun running, said he must've lived on down the road. Ain't stopped for no crawdads ya know they dont know where dey at, the ole creole man be ramblin again. Dey been back and forth, up and down, fought like a mule, acted a clown, dont think dey known theys right from left. Mason jar of daniels, open road in the high beams. Ain't no telling the cajun man's dream and his podners sceme.

Let us have faith that right makes might and in that faith leads us to rightful ends where we dare to do our duty as we understand it.

The sky is broad with clouds of white, the trees are tall and out of sight. Love in the air near and far and trees are shaped like acoustic guitars. The roots you see through the ground and all the birds chirping around. Let's sing and dance and have some fun and enjoy this day with everyone. For there is not much but fun and love, for everyone in the clouds above.

The day was young, not a single shine of light from the sun, not even a bird chirping about, not yet at least. He was already out for the day while everyone else was still asleep. He was well rested with a light meal in his stomach for he didn't have much of an appetite at dawn. He always had coffee brewing so we can get a cup when we woke. The man was up in age, and you'd think he'd be slowing down by now, but oh no, not him not good ole paw. It was every day sept Sunday hed be out in the fields. Every mornin round 5 or 6 ish. No tellin what the old man does that young in the day. Just know he be doing something. Whether he be tending to the chickens or hustling in his barn. Point being the old man kept himself busy. Meanwhile in the house maw would be fast asleep, she ain't open her peepers till bout 10ish now that's late for paw still a but early for me. Maw'd like to wake up and cook the morning breakfast . That's when I'd wake up to the delicious smell of fried eggs. I'd go into the kitchen and grabbed me a plate, then sit on the couch with maw and we'd watch the morning shows. Then after I've had my breakfast, I'd slip into my britches and go outside to find paw to see what he had in store for me for the day. The number one rule on the farm. It dont matter if it's hotter than a goat's **** in a pepper patch in June or colder than a witch's **** in a brass bra I'm January I was to get my *** outside before noon or else.

Do you know yourself? Between the love and the hate, do you know your strength between the stress and the calm? Do you know your limits between the vice and the abundance? Do you know the purity of your soul and what makes it glow? To know is one thing but to actually understand yourself as a soul, to fully acknowledge your conscience, is the goal. Do you even want to exploit such depth of feelings or do you just ride the wave, obliviously? Running with time and playing with the space that's given to you as it were free, life comes with a price called death. Hoping that the gold you've been so neglectively avoiding, would just turn up, without struggle and ambition, like undriven rewards. Do we learn or do we teach? Can you actually tell one feeling from the other, learning each one to its perfection or do you try and teach what you think we should feel, as opposed to knowing how you should feel? You can't teach feeling. Are we really lost in this suffocating society, slowly losing who we are with what we create. I cant help but think that we're so unaware of our greatness and history until it becomes just that, legend and myth. Why must life be such ways? Why do we fly blind on the horse of time? If we only understood the changes we set in motion, if we only knew our greatness, then to be honest with you we wouldnt make much a change. For we would know the out come, therefore contradicting our very actions. To not know is the very greatness of our own existence. To not know of our self greatness but with learning and experience, and patience to do so, well find out that the pieces that are missing, can be found just as easy as knowing from the begin with. Dont only learn from others, learn who you are also, dont only teach others teach who you are also. Using selflessness and patience. Through justice we will compulse into new beginnings and tranquillity will endure through to your very soul balancing all within, only then will we see true progression in oneself and also others. Because energy is connected, and forever bounded with faith.

Speak the words to the stars. Believe and how the way you are. Free your mind from the duality of itself.  Blind the way perceive yourself. For the way you think it's not reality. For you must  Show your own duality.

Late night no morning, light sleep tight throughout the night, blackness fades as the candle glimmers, thinking and wondering as dark turns to dimmer. Can't sleep, just think, fall into the deep as if you barely blink. Comfy slumber mind, time to unwind, feeling kind, and slightly blind. Sleep silently feeling dunce, and wake to a new day as if you've only blinked once.

Well I guess I'm as bonafied drifter as it gets, when I'm walking down this road without a lift. I may be twisting and whining when you see me on this bridge I'm walking. It's just that I can't keep running, from illusions. Cause I'm so lost in confusion. I cry HELP SOMEBODY COME AND SAVE ME.
I guess I'll have to stop and reset me.
They call me a drifter but I don't know why, I only drink when my throat runs dry. I don't really know where I'll end up, maybe I'll live right in my truck. All the bills on the table have been due but I don't care I've been feeling blue. The bottle in the corners been my only friend and well Mary Jane where have you been? Cause I can't seem to get out of this hole I've dug.
I feel nothing in the world can bring me down, besides no one ever does help me when I'm down. I'm so lost in this moment forever now.

It's the rough roads that lead to the hieghts of greatness

Stop feeling guilty for everybody. It happens no matter what. You care, love, and things are inevitable. Guilt never leads to any good, if anything you are haunted. Haunted by the sorrow. Putting yourself in the scheme of it all. Guilty not of a situation but of the inability to stop it, just a thought can send one's mind drifting to distraction and somber to and from nothing but a thought most of the time.

It's pretty clear we don't know where to go from here, but time will heal itself and then we'll learn to love again.

Floating on air as if it's not there.

Rubber Underneath bumping beneath.

The glass beside that magically floats down.

Is usually smeared and squiels with sound.

The seats are comfy and rides are bumpy.

When we're on our way in the car today.

I'm gonna get my kicks before the whole ******* goes up in flames.

Words disassemble, Words be quick,      Words resemble walking sticks.
Plant them they will grow
watch them waver so.
I'll always be a word man.
Better than a birdman......

The love that binds us is more important than the power that we wield

Let love flow, is that so, say so, how so, just go, even flow.  Love is blind, keep in mind, lacking time, Quite divine, Also fine, but never mine.  Love is quick so hold on to it before it starts to slip, it may start to slip, do not let it go, it may leave forever, but no matter the weather, it was better to have the never.

She comes to me looking for answers,  not knowing what she'll find, hoping well be cute and waste precious time. I am only human don't expect the best, just carry on with life, let faith do the rest.

Do you know yourself? Between the love and the hate, do you know your strength between the stress and the calm? Do you know your limits between the vice and the abundance? Do you know the purity of your soul and what makes it glow? To know is one thing but to actually understand yourself as a soul, to fully acknowledge your conscience, is the goal. Do you even want to exploit such depth of feelings or do you just ride the wave, obliviously? Running with time and playing with the space that's given to you as it were free, life comes with a price called death. Hoping that the gold you've been so neglectively avoiding, would just turn up, without struggle and ambition, like undriven rewards. Do we learn or do we teach? Can you actually tell one feeling from the other, learning each one to its perfection or do you try and teach what you think we should feel, as opposed to knowing how you should feel? Or are we really lost in this suffocating society, slowly losing who we are with what we create. I cant help but think that we're so unaware of our greatness and history until it becomes just that, legend and myth. Why must life be such ways? Why do we fly blind on the horse of time? If we only understood the changes we set in motion, if we only knew our greatness, then to be honest with you we wouldnt make much a change. For we would know the out come, therefore contradicting our very actions. To not know is the very greatness of our own existence. To not know of our self greatness but with learning and experience, and patience to do so, well find out that the pieces that are missing, can be found just as easy as knowing from the begin with. Dont only learn from others, learn who you are also, dont only teach others teach who you are also. Using selflessness and patience. Through justice we will compulse into new beginnings and tranquillity will endure through to your very soul balancing all within, only then will we see true progression in oneself and also others. Because energy is connected, and forever bounded with faith.

Awaken but not treading,
the mind is unsteady
Easy for peace and comply
shy your weary eye
Time is of the essence
lust for calming presence
Alive and lying still
for the day was ill
Patter of the dew trickle the pane
shadow the wall and seem to stain
The day was ill though time was not

Be mindful of the time
They said it was a sign
Now i wish we were there
But all the roads we have paved
Show we can pave some more
Now I know well be there

Let the promise change you from prying and seeking for reason not,
From fearfull to hopefull the dwellers in the land of none, bond a safe haven of trust and peace within
Then we will decreed a homecoming beginning your souls to travel in this direction for it is a new and weary way.

I am the sun.
I come in peace.
Fixed with disaster.
But happiness release.

With every death.
Will be salvation.
And every breath.
Is recreation.

As we look deep into our darkest memories we find it unlikely comforting to grasp onto our little secrets.

Outside was a girl with a smile
That brightened the room for a while
A girl with eyes of joy
That'd bring your mind to ease

What you see on the outside isn't her
Because she hides in disguise
Underneath her wouldn't lie
Just picture her world in your eyes

Shes got a contagious laugh but she hides behind herself oh yeah that girl shes something else and if she would escape from her mad mad world I would bring that girl to mine.

What happened to the days she smiled
When her heart was just a child
She could do whatever she wanted to
She could have whatever she wanted to

If she could only see what she means to me or if she could feel the feelings that I felt and if she would escape from her wretched world I would bring that girl to mine,  I would.

Soft toes imprint the sand like roots from an old oak in the warm earth works. Candy cotton gulf skies end where the ocean lies, as tides roll through in all sizes. Rushing waters, current rises,  As the warm dry sand in the crevices of our toes crackle. With every step the water tackles as our soft toes leave the sand to open water, we feel the free, the feeling of freedom, of some beach, somewhere.

Soft toes imprint the sand like roots from an old oak in the warm earthworks.
Candy cotton gulf skies end where the ocean lies.
And tides roll thru in all sizes, the rushing water travels thru as currents rise.
The warm dry sand in the crevices of our toes crackle with ever step, then water quickly tackles.
As our soft toes leave the sand to open water we feel the free,  the wobble of the earth, with no bother, it holds us.

Music, true music, it speaks, it chooses, where to live, who to inspire. In your car or with you when your alone listening to your headphones. You know it's deep within the vast scenic bridges of angelic choirs in your brain it's a place apart from the abundant society. It floats in the air that we breath.  It sings from the paint within the history of your walls at home, and when we speak we create music blindlessly. Music is everywhere, Seen or unseen.

Nothings in a haze, I've seen better days, disconnect from the tube...
I'll be back real soon,
just collecting the blues...
When you tell me I'm wrong, doesn't mean you were right.. after all we're just molecules somewhere in space and time
In the blanket of gravity a star would be a sight,
but It don't appear in Orion's belt tonight...
Do you picture what could be out there for you?
Do you hope to find the wisdom and gain the truth?

All these voices in ny head
Telling me when, and where, and what and why.
Something wrong, something right?Different sides of one mind.
Playing tricks like it's a game.
I'm tired, I'm strained my energy is not much to drain.......

I hide behind the mask I wear, not cause I'm afraid of what people will think of me but cause the world can't handle the true identity of a teenage anarchist.

All human endeavor is just killing time on this blue green rock, we're all just killing time in the vast cosmos of eternal light, eternal night, the everness of time, the father of the mother, in a realm of terrestrial beings. To know or not to know is the day in age question of life lesson. That we float on through time revolving around the heated circumference of this orbital motion, can we recall the last life? Can we see the next? Is there a sky or what's below? We can only suspend our suspicions in ways of our own comprehension, witch leads me to believe we only understand from our own level of perception. And that what we sometimes think is deceiving our standards to improper but proper fractions. For everything is, and everyone is, witch makes you, me and us, we. For I am he, as you are we, and we are all together, see how we run though time as you run with me and we can be forever free, but question all and you will be only what you question to be. For everything is, so just be.

Will you keep me watching in the dark          
mirror, as her eyes they stare at you,                          
A little clearer, wthin the reach of your window pane, forever looking into the grain. Though one not seek, deeper to what  stands afar. The keeper of the light were searching  for.              
The clouds are floating through the
midnight skies. While the old bright sun still shines upon til another day I hear the sounds of the earth coming out at night and if you listen a little closer you can still hear the stars speak at night while there shining bright for you and me. The keeper of the light were searching for. Time keeps going on it moves oh so fast. Ole lighthouse still stands a keeper cant seem to last. Ever faithfull through storm and shine, climb the tower at night, high to the heavens so you feel the height,  oh keeper now. It's the keeper of the light were searching for..

Being the musician in the room you will never know how it truly feels to hear the sound of your own music, for you are the origin of that very noise.

Some people are blind in this world, others see gold, some only do of what half there told, others in a way seem kinda gay, the words we use it's like a play, we fake, we act, we love unintentionally, we laugh, we sing of memories we bring. Our cups and plates are all so full we stare outside broken windows.

The sleeping moon does not fear for Sunny boy is always near, though space may be a very big place, he'll always sleep with a smile on his face. They may be miles and miles apart but warmth from the Sun lies deep within his heart. He'll sleep silently throughout the night and wake to a new day with morning light.

Can you hear the silence of this old house, it often speaks. Not much.
But since I'm alone, I only hear my heart. Bump-bump bump-bump I count aloud in my empty house.  The silence brings so much to my head at once. It's only a matter of time before I give up. No. I can't. Not like this. Who will watch the clock that ticks and tocks?
Who will walk the floor that once filled more, more than just me.
I don't know if you hear the silence of this old house. But I do. And I want out.

You gotta be tough, and strive to positivity. You deserve to be happy, you were born to ad your value, by simply being the best YOU. Every single moment you've been through is to prepare you for right now. Your the creator of your destiny.  Imagine what you can do. Seize the moment. No one else can dance your dance, no one else can sing your song, no one else can write your story. Who you are, What you do, begins now. Your great, magnificent, regardless of what happened in the past, regardless of how young or old, the moment you begin to think properly,  opportunities will emerge. The power greater within yourself, will feed you, clothes, guide you, and sustain your very existence if you let it.

When I talk to you, when I hear you
Something inside me feels a little numb
Or is it my heart telling me not to be dumb
Or is it the way you smile or laugh makes me feel like I'm in a cozy bubble bath.
Is your love ment to be?
Is your love true enough to see?