Aug 2022
Time became story
And I fell victim
To the idea of freedom
And what that looks like.
Making up my own game
Then forgetting how to play
Writing my own lyrics
To a song
Never sung.
I forgot
The beat
To the drum
Then dances with it
All wild and crazy
On the beaches
Of a new moon
Lost and frigid
Yet warmed by the sands of yesterdays sun.
Is this what dreams are made of?
Hippy stardust
Among dusty faces
Of such sweet young travelers.
Forrest bathing
Naked
Unafraid
And societally dumb.
The way we were living is not
What we were made for.
So now what?
We turned to the ancient idea of what god is
And they call it “New age”
Spirituality
Unorganized
The way it all started
Before Babylon
And the beginning of corruption.
Time
Running in circles
In the decade of the young
I came to you empty handed
And you took everything from me!
And all I had was the stars in my eyes.
Forced
To live amongst the wicked
And become one of them even
All for cigarettes
And an ounce of food.
Saying
How did we get here?
And where do I go to next?
Replaying
My dads old lyrics
Over and over again
While hitching on the highway 1
One line ringing louder in particular;
“When your here your here”
And nothing to this day has ever been truer to me.
“Be here now” said Ram Das
So your a “traveler” yet you will never be two places at once.
look up to the great heavens of the sky
And the trees - there your home now.
But when you’re here you’re here.
And you will never ever be “there “ again.
Believing
Everything a mystic said to me
Forgetting what day it is
And saying good night to
O’Ryan
“Now this is really living “
I thought.
And it was
10 years later and I’m still humming to the same **** tune.
So this is what dreams are made of
And where stories are born.
You almost lost me to the open sky
And hum of the crooked highway
I almost fell down while running off the trails of the race
But realized no one would be there to catch me if I did. So I stood up and learned to walk again.
(Am I doing this right.)
Am I doing this right? Am I doing this wrong?
Now that the masses have turned away from me?
But I found my people, once again, hidden behind the trees and past the rivers.
Comforting me
But with slightly different eyes than before..
(On an island)
On an island surrounded by water
I re-live the currents of TIME.
Oh sweet ocean, teach me how to love again!
I will repay you by pouring into you all of my hopes, dreams and comforts.
You can marry me with your water droplets
And I’ll bless each one with every year that passes by
We are mothers and sons
And daughters
And meadows
I am the stream that runs through the vains of our ancestors
I am the polluted soil
Still giving life to the sprouting seed.
And I fell victim
To the idea of freedom
And what that looks like.
Making up my own game
Then forgetting how to play
Writing my own lyrics
To a song
Never sung.
I forgot
The beat
To the drum
Then dances with it
All wild and crazy
On the beaches
Of a new moon
Lost and frigid
Yet warmed by the sands of yesterdays sun.
Is this what dreams are made of?
Hippy stardust
Among dusty faces
Of such sweet young travelers.
Forrest bathing
Naked
Unafraid
And societally dumb.
The way we were living is not
What we were made for.
So now what?
We turned to the ancient idea of what god is
And they call it “New age”
Spirituality
Unorganized
The way it all started
Before Babylon
And the beginning of corruption.
Time
Running in circles
In the decade of the young
I came to you empty handed
And you took everything from me!
And all I had was the stars in my eyes.
Forced
To live amongst the wicked
And become one of them even
All for cigarettes
And an ounce of food.
Saying
How did we get here?
And where do I go to next?
Replaying
My dads old lyrics
Over and over again
While hitching on the highway 1
One line ringing louder in particular;
“When your here your here”
And nothing to this day has ever been truer to me.
“Be here now” said Ram Das
So your a “traveler” yet you will never be two places at once.
look up to the great heavens of the sky
And the trees - there your home now.
But when you’re here you’re here.
And you will never ever be “there “ again.
Believing
Everything a mystic said to me
Forgetting what day it is
And saying good night to
O’Ryan
“Now this is really living “
I thought.
And it was
10 years later and I’m still humming to the same **** tune.
So this is what dreams are made of
And where stories are born.
You almost lost me to the open sky
And hum of the crooked highway
I almost fell down while running off the trails of the race
But realized no one would be there to catch me if I did. So I stood up and learned to walk again.
(Am I doing this right.)
Am I doing this right? Am I doing this wrong?
Now that the masses have turned away from me?
But I found my people, once again, hidden behind the trees and past the rivers.
Comforting me
But with slightly different eyes than before..
(On an island)
On an island surrounded by water
I re-live the currents of TIME.
Oh sweet ocean, teach me how to love again!
I will repay you by pouring into you all of my hopes, dreams and comforts.
You can marry me with your water droplets
And I’ll bless each one with every year that passes by
We are mothers and sons
And daughters
And meadows
I am the stream that runs through the vains of our ancestors
I am the polluted soil
Still giving life to the sprouting seed.
