Three souls locked away in time not to be seen for centuries to come.
Sounds of love flying in and out of clouds of lights shinning down in the night
It was a sign of the times to see then grow, not everyone could go.
One J – dynamic, is soaring through the mind.
Two J’s – high as the spirits that carry her soul while she sings rock-n-roll
Three J’s – the lizard king and prince of the thunder crashing across the stage
He can do anything but fade away.Time has stood still for the sounds of yesterday. Now we’re three J’s away.

Wanting life, all or nothing
Love for the taking.
Worlds for the breaking
No ones mind is forsaken futures to make and our past destroyed.
Our present day is near, is your mind clear?
Tomorrow is here.
Can you see the stairs leading on and on up there.
Lives lived wild and free; why not take all or nothing.

It’s so free here.
Why are you down there?
You could be here, where it’s free.
Crazy things go on down there, the fighting, the hate, and the war.
Up here it’s quiet and calm without the pains of settling the score.
If they could only see they could be free.
They don’t need to fight.
Someday they have to see the light.
They don’t need to hate, they could escape.
To be free, they need to pray for peace.
The war has ceased in me.
It’s nice to be free.

A thousand thoughts inside my mind
Nowhere to go and nothing to show you I was here.
Ideas came and have gone.
In between then and now has been a long road.
I know I’ve wasted many days dreaming of what I knew should be.
A million miles of wonder in my mind is almost over.
Time is going, ticking many thoughts away.
At last the end of another day

Time is short although it appears not to be.
Time is set different ways for different days.
There’re times to laugh and times to cry.
With time things live.
With time things die.
Time is visible but then again it’s unseen.
As you’re watching and growing with time it has some meaning.
Where time goes nobody knows.
Mind your business.Commit no crime. Live life wisely but most of all keep track of time.

The whispering  wind
How it cries at night.
Strong winds
Strong winds that
Carry secrets.
The winds drifts
Carries drifters that
Drift through the
NightThe drifter is quiet as is the wind he was carried came, quietly he’ll go.Like the  in by.Quietly he
whispering winds  secrets from long ago.

Witness to the night, I lost my mind, my thoughts of time.
My whereabouts were unknown to me and I had no vision of where I’ve been.
I know it is no longer then.
It is now but how did my time fly?
Witness to my night; tell me the story I just dreamed.Where did my mind take me,did you see? Who was there to witness my  night .

They don’t understand.
Everything gotta be their way.
They don’t seem to care.
It’s always their way, day after day.
When will they see?
I need to be free.
Yes, like a bird.
Tell me when I will be heard.
Why can’t they see?
That’s my say.
I’m not going to plead because it’s a childish play.
They just don’t know.
Everything’s a bore, day by day.
I’m caged in, that’s for sure.
Page by page
Where’s the door?

There is a me inside me I wish the world to see.
It is the me I wish could be free of pain and sorrow.
I know why I wish to die.
Why can’t it be that I be set free of pain and sorrow?
Not a knife or gun could make me run as pain has done.
I run from pain and sorrow as I do from tomorrow.
I wish tomorrow not to come.
I wish it to be over now, today, so here sorrow will stay.
I wish no more games to play.
Why can’t darkness forever be here?
No one seems to care.
No one seems to know if tomorrow comes on sorrow will go.
Stop sorrow today and again here sorrow will stay.
Run from tomorrow I plead, don’t let sorrow make you bleed.**** the day today.
Make sorrow go away.
Run from tomorrow, I’m dead because of pain and sorrow.

Lions in the street and roaming dogs in heat
As the rain makes the river run, the rain shows the death of the burning sun.
After the rain has gone, the rebirth of the sun won’t be long and the sun will remain until the next rain.
Life and death are in people as well as in trees and flowers and as you all know death is at the end of all these dying hours.
As ****** and **** are still a sin, death will still work from within.
Summer, winter, spring, or fall, it doesn’t matter death will still call.
Early morning, noon or night, there’s no way out.
Death is still in sight.
Some say death to you and I, and some say death is just another word for die.
I say death is just another word for goodbye.
I think death is another word for learn how to fly.

I smoked and drank.
I sat and sunk.
To this day, I quiet riot have the rage.
It’s a quiet night, a mellow tune.
The stars are bright, so is the moon.
He’s behind me every step of the way.
I’m running from death and he wants to play.
I’m in a dark land I don’t understand.
Holes everywhere with fire
He said this way out, the liar!
Why does he play with my brain?
Does he want me to go insane?
Where does this hill I’m falling down lead?
It doesn’t feel like a dream.
I tried to awake myself with a wild scream.
Scared, insane, tired of praying, I got away.
Thank you lord
The awesome beast The massive being.

In the twilight zone of being alone, I have discovered, the grave is uncovered.
Inside lie’s quiet riot.
He is to awake soon.
He is to be coming out of the mind because the flight is to be coming to a close and it’s the road of peace quiet riot seeks to find. Peace and quiet riot have been at war in  endless dreams.
Quiet riot cannot lose and peace will not give up, so the fight goes on.
Quiet riot takes a walk to the hill, not wishing to **** but taking the knife.
Again death will overcome life.
To bring a sleep that will not awake it’s the knife I must take, quiet riot spoke.
Quiet riot will once again speak.
It’s the road to peace I will begin to seek.
My journey will not end until the road has died, but quiet riot grows tired and enters another dream and once again death will overcome life.
To bring a sleep that will now awake it’s the knife I must take.
For again, the stone man is broke
I, quiet riot, spoke

Quiet riot is the power of many, but very few know the power of quiet riot.
The force of quiet riot was inside my soul, unwilling to hide and out of control.
Quiet riot spoke and the stone man was broke.
Quiet riot will speak; it’s the worlds’ death I seek.
The word key the world could never see.
They always thought it had to open a door, but no more, it can open the mind.
The quiet riot kind, Quiet riots’ explosion in my mind will happen soon.
There’s no place to run, in time he’ll destroy the sun.
Quiet riot cries at times.
Sometimes he looks for peace, but in the mind war has still yet to cease.
Quiet riot will never cease to grow.
Sometimes he thinks the feeling of peace he’ll never know
Quiet riot can’t run, he won’t hide, he can’t sleep, and the feeling of anger he’ll always keep.
Quiet riot will always stay in my mind. Together the end we seek to find.

Across the universe let your minds fly because it’s there that you are alone.
Where you say?
In some other day
In some other time and life
Hand me the knife.
**** not me but my soul; I have no use for it.
**** not my spirit but cut out my heart and set it aside.
Sit me near the ocean I’m waiting for the tide.
Where will the tide take me?
I say away from life.
Hand me the knife.
**** not my anger but only my threat.
You say I’m crazy and should die?
Well so do I but death is not yours to wish upon others, death is yours to wish for yourself
If you want to die I’ll hand you the knife, which is not really a knife but a piece of life.
Sooner or later life will **** you all. Life is the killer and death is its thriller It’s what we’ve all been waiting for.
It’s the one unopened door.
All you need is the knife of life.
Death is the trip taken by many. For many of us that die  were often dazed by wonder                              .

Awaken by the sound of the world’s heart beating.
Birds singing fills the air.
Asleep I will dream of the peace the world needs.
I will never forget his face and his name has a place in my heart.
The time to find the spirit of chime has come again.
The world seems to show no remorse for killing his soul.
Since he’s been gone the worlds’ wars have raged on.
For him to awaken now would be the end of the worlds’ misunderstandings.

First light is a blur.
My first wonder was where the door
I awoke hours later staring at an uncertain future.
Beginning to touch and feel life or things that seem to be.
When life began we were as one as two people could be.
I had no thoughts of really being me. The coming of age has given me the answers to many things with meaning.
Time is passing and there’s no way to stop it so live life as if today is a new beginning

The ashes of my life were emptied at sea as my soul was set free.
Free to fly.
No one wants to die, but every beginning has an ending, I was told.
Understanding why wasn’t easy.
In my darkest dream I could see the ending to my life.
Yes tears came to my eyes.
The feeling of loneliness drowned me.
Minutes past and I saw the bright light.
No more fear in my mind about dying because I won’t be going alone.Until we meet again, farewell.

Do you believe that god above created you for me to love?
When I feel alone, your there
If I go to heaven and your not there I’ll look above to find your shinning smile.
I’ll try to find you wherever you are, and paint your face on a golden place.
A tribute to an angel is the last farewell.
Goodbye to my angels spell so that I can awake now.
I hope heaven can see what you, darling, have meant to me.
The angel is free.  Does she wish to find me Open your heart. Love is free

A ghost child out of sight
Never seen with a smile
Ghost child faded fast away from the day into tomorrow’s pain.
Ghost child in this present day that has no words to say
Ghost child, invisible mind, invisible life, lost direction heading into atmospheric wonder.
Ghost Child's’ hopes of being seen are there but he’s heading nowhere special, fading fast is his meaning of being and Useless tears, crying alone in the dark night ,  he’ll stay out of sight.

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Friendship good and kind
Friends far and few and hard to find
Friendships can last whether you’re near or apart.
Friendships aren’t supposed to disappear.
Everyone needs a friend to say welcome.
A friend indeed!
Can you lend a smile when I’m in need?
Can you lend an ear and really hear?
A friend we all need now and then, so just say when, friend

Look for the twilight zone, so deep and dark it keeps you so alone.
Sometimes you wish you had the feeling, but without a ceiling you have no way of knowing so through the twilight zone you keep going.
Have you seen the place?
Do you feel you’re in the wrong space?
Have you seen it?
There is something there.
Have you seen?
Doesn’t anyone care?
No one seems to know what happened.
Have you seen?
If you missed it I’m sorry, but all I can do is warn you.
I ask, have you seen?
No reply’s the reason why you must die.
Have seen the sight within the night?
Have you seen the gun?
The knife
The taking of his life
I’ve seen and smiled.

Love hate, crying, dying.
What do they all mean?
Some say just things of life.
Sunlight snow, rain, sorrow, and pain
What do they all mean?
Some say just things of death.
The heart the soul, the mind, a crazy spirit of some kind
Money, a car, a house, but don’t **** the mouse.
Days going by by the clock on the wall
Get rid of the phone, I hear no one call.
A bus, a train, a plane
Get rid of the white coat, I’m not insane.
The bottle I drank the bottle I drink.
Get rid of my mind, I need not to think.
Me alone in a room girls passing
Get rid of all four walls, their closing.
Drink, smoke, ****, get rid of my glass heart it’s broke.
A knife, blood take my life.
Let me sleep it’s my spirit he’ll keep.
Things of the mind
It’s a special death I seek to find

Inside my soul I know who I am.
I need no one to tell me who I should be.
If I try to be you or them I could no longer be me.
The deeper my thoughts go in my mind, the darker my soul seems to fade.
I am no one but who I want to be.
If closing my eyes doesn’t help me to see my soul more clearly, then I must open my mind to find who I used to be.
The past, present or future, no matter when, now or then I am no one, just myself.

If in this world there were but two and all of life was good and free.
If you thought that no one knew, would you?

If you had all night and nothing to do
If two strong arms embraced you and if you really wanted to, would you?

If the entire world were nice and kind and if I stayed with you all night
If I promised I would, would you?

If we were in a special place and we were lying face to face, if you could share your life would you?

My trip, my flight by night
Clouds, crowds, flying in dreams, rivers and streams
The places I went, the things I have seen.
It’s a trip untaken by many but for the few who know, the dream seems real.
Through the mind clouds were past.
I couldn’t take the dream, it was death.
Life refused.
Maybe if life didn’t refuse, the knife wouldn’t be confused?
The knife of life is said to be the source of death.
Death to you and I is the reason why we need to fly.
Explain how high and I’m willing to die.
Give me the death I deserve.
Give me the knife I need and watch me bleed.
The time has come to let life die because peace and war are dead and so are the tears of killings they have lead. They have killed for war.
When we’re all dead, they’ll be no more.
Lay the knife to rest.
Sleep will suit us best

As I walked up the hill of desperation, I sat at the top watching myself climb.
Climb to where?
Who knows?
For my hill has no end so this thought here I send.
I am a self-controlled man.
If I don’t help myself no one can.
The world being lead by leaders are mislead
So take this concerned thought instead.
While the blind lead the blind, the darkness will never cease So be free within yourself and you will forever have peace.

Look, listen, pay attention I say.
Come experience my flight tonight.
Walk, run, or drive your car out of sight.
Stand by, sit close, lets share, share knives, painted daggers.
His swift sword is silver and gold I’m told.
I want an award he said.
They laughed, go back to sleep you fool and wake up and follow the road of snow.
They know his death was just an illusion of a dark winter’s cold.
Go and stay in the sun and shine because as you know there’s very little time.
Look, listen; understand what is happening to our time.
It’s slipping away, come meet Mr. Chime.
Yes the maker of life, love, and the death of our mind.
So don’t look and listen without seeing or you might just lose your soul and purpose of being.

Gas leaks, the building creaks, my mind is weak.
Were you there?
Am I here?
I’ve been gone a long time on a journey through space and time.
Where life ends and fantasy begins
Forget your sins; let your dreams begin.
I see the skulls and bones of thieves.
Their souls are alone in the night.
My mind warp was such a flight.
I saw a light.
It was bright.
It bid my eyes goodnight.
In the halls of death I felt my last breath.
With revenge in my mind til the end of time
I’ll wonder, “Who is Chime?”

Once I lived inside the mind of death.
He said to die is a trip.
I said can I go?
He replied can you take it?
I said it’s being with wing’s that gives you things or so it was once said.
The trip, I believe, is real.
For it is now winter and I follow the road of snow.
Since the road, which I go, it is that special trip I’ll always know.
The killers of dreams drowned them in silver streams.
The dreams are covered with lies to ourselves.
I ask where is reality.
They say he’s buried under flowers crying for hours.
Runaways from pain, your road leads to insane.
Death, I said, you are my only freedom.
Why am I not dead?
I have no wings.
I can’t fly.
I should die.
I’ve hurt no one but have been cut many times.
As the story goes, lose her, weep for her, but let her fade away because for her there is no tomorrow. It’s the knife of life I am to borrow   I’ll say goodnight to sight and I’ll close my eyes to cry.
In my heart there is one knife too many.

“Walk this last mile in silence,” he spoke.
“Enjoy your last smoke,” in minutes I awoke.
In time to sleep I fell.
Where am I now?
Feels like hell.
A voice “let no thought be spoken”.
At last the spell was broken by the thunder of a word I heard.
I heard it again and again.
I counted to ten, but to sleep I was once again.
I found myself in a boat with a rope around my throat.
I tried to fly but there was no sky.
I thought for sure I would die.
No reason why.
I reached to touch the water but it was not there.
Then I leaned further and fell.
I kept falling into space.
I was falling so fast as if I was in a race.
But where was I going?
I went without knowing.
As I fell, I wondered where I would land.
It was in a jail cell.
“What am I doing here?” I said.
A man replied, “You are dead.”
I said I cannot die, there is no reason why.
This is just a wild dream.
I tried to awake, but could not.
Like the man said, I was dead.

A new love is like a blooming rose.
You must not use it or abuse it.
You tenderly love and care for it.
It’s a pretty sight, a new love is.
The feeling is refreshing, like spring.
Yes, how it’s a special thing.
Love is laughing and crying.
It’s helping by trying.
Its understanding even when you don’t.
It’s changing when you say you won’t.
Yes it’s changing the way you live and giving when you have no more to give.
Love is even changing your style.
It’s doing crazy things just to see a smile.
Love is a special gift indeed.
Its love when one gets cut and you both bleed.
Love is even the tears we make each other cry.
Love is not wondering why

As I sit and look at the blue skies I see the free birds fly.
Why can’t love and peace be as free?
Free birds fly as captured ones die.
Why not leave their souls alone.
Death is like a rolling stone.
Come one, come they all.
Let all the birds fly free into a peaceful day.
To be free the birds were meant to be, and free they must stay.
And so I pray.

Thinking, knowing, seeing, understanding what must be.
Common sense excepting fate
Explaining reasons for heaven’s gate
Answering questions of how and why.
Hearing thoughts of what is and what has to be as told by the wise, listen well.
The future will bring wisdom to those who try.

Madness, anger, why is it there inside my broken glass
The bottles’ empty and my hurt is still here.
Some say it would relieve the pain, but just another lie.  
The answer seems to be to let me die.
Giving up?
Not really.
Just going to sleep
Maybe this is the sleep I’ll keep.
If I awake, another bottle I’ll take.
Trying to wash my sorrow away from tomorrow
Just wishing it could be gone but knowing it won’t be so I’ll take another drink.
Some say the bottles not the way to get rid of sorrow, but if not the bottle whose knife may I borrow?
At times my life I wish to take, the bottle I wish could break.
But when I try, I cry, I ask why?
What wrong could I have done to deserve this death?
The only thing that comes to mind is being kind.
It’s o.k.
The death that’s been put forth I’ll accept.
The knife was fake, so again the bottle I‘ll take.
Dream, I will of you in my resting place.
My mind is in a clouded space.

While I’m awake late listening to silence, words come to mind not vivid enough to define.
Too final to think about being over this
Soon
At times I can’t tell if it’s a dream but I always awake suddenly.

Do you understand the human heart?
Do you know how to put it together
after it’s  been apart.
Do you know how to dry the tears of fear brought on by being alone?
Can you explain the pain of the insane?
Well neither can I, so why try?
I have this game you might want to play.
It’s called **** me and see if I die.
Go on it’s been done before and I’m back again because anger cannot die, he just gets tired.
Can you define the word death?
Some people say it’s the place you visit after your last breath.
Everyone has tears of madness inside.
Why make anger hide?
Set me free and watch me get tired and cry.
Giving in?
In what way?
Anger is not controlled, just patrolled.
Angers been the way to forgive death for having a door, but only we hold the key to lock up or set free.
So open the door and watch anger flee.