death is part of life
life is part of life birth is
creation of life

enough rice and beans
and attitude to die for
happens then good bye

i live in a world
of make believe it is my
life or so it seems

either i am or
i think i am but am not
doh ain't that something

the blankness calls i
hear and see and imagine
many things not real

what is it you want
from me nothing what you want
from yourself question

the words do not create you
you create all the words in
mind that which is you

the dynamic mind
of a never was is
buddha

if a good man
goes on a journey
will he arrive there

peepers close i see
dark i string the bow let fly
i hear dying sounds

i will die but i
won't today is a moment
the next step is now

you think
therefore i am

my mind is greater
than me i just say things now
you do what you want

woof woof woof woof woof
and the humans go ahhahh

the channel of deep
mind is a falling down to
the origin self

i am absent just
not empty not gone
when empty not gone

in the one mind world
peace is an option slowly
we keep on trying

if nothing is there
then nothing has been truly
expressed through nothing

i can't remember
what i want to say to you
please you tell me now

peace equals absence
of conflict in your mind
feels like nothing

see a beginning

travel to end

i have been

some where else

the journey is over

my steps were fallow

i see a litle corner of red
and my mind ignites infinity
aided by the history of mind
mechanics oh so magnifiscent

the progress is progressive
the power is for sure
the mind of men is future
again again so intensive

i am ignorant of what has been
i see not the past as manifest
but i am here now thinking
the dead are the masters

it is hard to think
of mind when your hair is on
fire put out the fire

hounds of hell talked to me last night
hounds of hell talked till it was light
didn't know what they said
just confusion in my head

and i listened oh i listened
to the growls of hell
i listened oh i listened
to the howls of hell

went awake inside my head
saw the face of satan yeah
image of a normal man
kinda looked like you my friend

and i listened oh i listened
to the howls of hell
i listened oh i listened
to the growls of hell

i think therefore i
am no i am therefore i
am yes am think now

what is the teacher
perception what is the
student creation

white snow and rabbits
cuddle up to me for warmth
the presence of is

1,000 yrs ago is nothing in the
  tower of when. Standing on
a rock 2 million years past.

The future is present and
   the present is last.

the child is asleep
dreaming of the way
to find a better life
tomorrow

death is not fair life
is not fair ha ha ha ha
deal with it human

to free the lobotomized
masses of the world
i must free the
lobotomized me

if life were easy
everyone would be doing
it here we are now

the sky was blue the clouds were grey
   the sun shone now and then
she came to me from far away
   her name was Adolen

Adolen oh Adolen you tore my world
   in two
never seen a woman since with
   heart as sad as you

we travelled on to here and there
   and walked a grassy field
we wondered and we wandered near
   an edge that did not yield

the echoes of the fallen down
   controled our glassy stare
you lept into the near beyond
   i did not follow there

Adolen oh Adolen you tore my world
   in two
never loved a girl so much that
   was as sad as you

this song will tell the count of bones sleeping

what call to arms does break the peace again

there is no cause but willfull mind unfolding

blades to human throats just us again


greed calls to all and is heard by many

loudly no place other than ego bliss

i speak amid the stars in my own meaning

no source of war but loving kiss

the time of his death was
   unknown of course

Garl walked the perimeter sticks
   wooden spear at the ready

Garl saw more than he thought
   therein the world of the cave walls

His dreams were to amazing
   images of other worlds so
   beautiful so strange

all were there dreams at night
   but the amens put them
   on the walls

an act of great courage due respect

in his dreams Garl saw himself
   on the wall at first with
   fear later with desire

the amans were also hunters

the hunt was a strong image to have

Garl was out with the hunters
   he saw the hunt he saw his
   image on the cave wall
   He went forward to the mammoth

He is now seen on a cave wall
   by thousand peoples

the time of his death
   is unknown of course

the best way to sabotage
success having unrealistic
expectations

there was a time long ago in the future
of humanity that folded minds into light

the stars were bright and meaningful
to all who knew the words gone past

history of dreams dogma far exceded
walking backwards into the present

what else is there but we be here now
imagine a life that is imagined

call the spirits call the gods definitions
concepts of the creator weakly shared

ignorance is exaltation wisdom is bane
yet the sky is blue sometimes or pitch

no one exists or ever has a being
we see smell hear taste and touch

a dog is always here for some reason
and will tell me what is true perhaps

the corps on the ground is my own
i turn away and travel a stagnant path

Zed Alph Alpha
Bravo Charlie
Whiskey Whiskey Delta
       (repeat)

words words words
   heard them all my life

just reflections in my mind
   a distortion of time

life of my creation
   here i am now

walking forward slowly
   into a future dark

to change this time i can not
   think of what to do

'cause i am thinking outside
   though inner is the cure

time for hate is over
   hating far to long

time to create the next life
   master of the song

learn from the past no
learn in the present and we
remember the past

heard a noise
inside my head
sounds like heaven
sounds like hell

don't know where
i'm gonna be
i just know
gonna be free

killed old memorise
in my long lost mind
always been there
no place to hide

just gonna be
a newborn child
talking new
speaking wild

the crickets in the
night out the window create
patterns of peace mind

what we call gods
do not care they
do not exist

i think therefore i
am wrong in the present and
i walk among stars

random patterns of
choice was my life here i
am now ha ha ha

i've gone beyond the
threshold of eternity
her i am again

young squirrels run on
spring grass fast just new life joy
exhilaration

dreaming of buddhist
monk i am not even close
i write poetry

is there a thought in
mind or habituation
there is not knowing

god smoldering in
mind that's creator
you are the center