Magic or reAl.
rEal or magic.
feel or real.
Disconnected or tuned in.
Tune the real
Tune the magic
Is it a game .. or is it *******
feel the game and call it
tragic

Drives me blind.
Perception blinds my drive.
CONTROL.
Must control the confusion.
Configure another way.
Always contemplating
Always muxing
There must be another way...

But there is not.
Figure another stay.

The trees.
Small are we.
Simple tadpoles in the weeds.
Strong we grew.
Few are we, masters we want to be.
The trees , our friends let us be
They keep us safe.. those masters of kindness.
The leafs that sway comfort.
I betray thee
We dont know how to be.
Forgive us
Masters of me.

This is a funny storey.
The tree asked me, is this funny funny - or just funny...
I said Im not sure yet.
The tea poured in to the cup and swirled round and about §.
Its like I waked in to a dream I lived before.

Time wont tell.
Still.. love and funny is time I cant tell.
Some thing is helping me from a boy to now.
I cant see it - But I know its there.
Comfort and believing in me.
I help others and the love sets me free.

I cant let this be.

Dedicated to a Brother who believed he would be ok.
Knew he was Protected by the saves he had made.

It took time.. but he made it.
He made it.

Love and honesty will set you

I did see -
I spoke.
I was spoken with-
Yet it was not seen by others...
Then, one day it was seen
They were scared and made it something else.
They justified it to their minds.
Fear of unknown petrified them.
I was confused.
Then it never arrived again.
I did speak again - be still was shouted !
Think it was more scared of them.
Feeling of over and end.
Acceptance is a scary thing.
I did see.

Ghost? or just me.

Preparing.
Dreaming.
Knowing.
This we all feel is seconds away.
The question we all ask; where are we from ?
What am I ?
How did I get here..
Then it fades with age as we get on with dealing with this
living place..
I feel and love, yet I dont belong.
admire the beauty and scenery, yet I dont belong.
I am the owner and the most clever, yet that feeling..
I am just a child.

End of part 1.

When the suns cry
The clouds calm
This makes rainbows
This makes life