beginning with now in the beginning of now all is as is we are as free as the wind we are grounded by self-pity in the

beginning of now all is as is we are as deep as the sea we are drowned by delusion in the beginning of now all is as is we are as distant as stars we recluse to our minds

love and hate

love is that of bitter-sweet pleasureful surface gracefully deep hate is that of a foolhardy-weep powerful feeling frivolous seep love is that of a beautiful-hurt florescent bloom enlightened dirt hate is that of quarreling-twins identically lost nobody wins love is that of dreamful-bliss passionate touch impossible risk hate is that of urgent-zilch trifling matters spoken filth

when i grow old

a sack of pus and blood and bones a skull of vastness, thoughts, and mold a heart of love that's grown so cold is this my fate when i grow old? a quiet home to wait my day the day that i go on my way my quiet home will then be sold is this my fate when i grow old? a mound of ash that once held life is carried by my widowed wife this is the saddest tale i've told is this my fate when i grow old?

special

special you are especially you don't let this world tell you who is who you are who you are you'll be who you'll be you're special enough especially for me

these three men

the angry man shouts hate aloud the lonely man has been put down the tired man is named the clown excuses put them in the ground the accused man is quick to blame the guilty man he holds no shame the judging man shall build his name these three men are all the same the quiet man is slow to speak the patient man will take no peak the upright man will turn his cheek simplicity is theirs to keep

pangea

we have come much farther than history knew yet we live in the past; change is past due assembled dissections distant our lands a line on a map; a gun in my hand we have come much farther than history knew yet we live in the past; change is past due these borders, these outlines must come to an end united as one; unanimous friends

esoteric lovers

you administer your aching conclusion that my mind is so fickle; runs off delusion you have your theory tremendously wrong i speak from my heart; it translates in song you say nothing in life is ever quite certain uncertainty leaves you with nothing i'm certain trust me, believe me, or never let go of all the ideas that keep pain afloat i am so happy that i have you dear the days are just moment; the minutes like years this world will be ours if you can let go esoteric lovers; we whole-heartedly roam

unanswered

who am i? who are you? what are we? what to do? what was then? what is now? where is up? where is down? where am i? where are you? how to win? how to lose? how to live? how to die? am i wrong? am i right?

modern-day weep lost in the sequence of up-to-date thought frustrated minds insufficiently taught silencing thunder; digital light comical plunder; chemical fight subconscious motives driven by greed to live is to die and to die we must bleed sounds of madness; centuries deep self-induced sadness; modern-day weep

love is free

if love is just love. then guns are just guns. trade ammunition. fire with doves. love mends the broken. bringing on peace. healing the nations. let us be free.

education of a dreamer hopelessness arose; there was nothing i could do it crept in naturally as any moment would the room began to rearrange the lights began to shake my mind was half awake; this dream was my mistake you told me of a child; a child to be born i told you i would care for it; you told me no with scorn the room began to rearrange the lights began to shake my mind was half awake; a lesson i must take

unexpected the unexpected wave will wash us all away. unexpected we will stand in our self-proclaimed quicksand.

subtle interactions

happy is the sun sad is the earth angry is the moon worms in the dirt subtle interactions basis of our worth this historic social system humanity's own curse

tree

i see this tree i see how he's dying i beg him stop crying he sheds all of his tears in fall winter's kiss is near i see this tree a home for the smallest this tree is a promise even after winter death life can be redeemed

someone

someone is here someone is there someone is far someone is near someone is lost someone is found someone is square someone is round someone is hot someone is cold someone is shy someone is bold someone is him someone is she someone is you someone is me

subconscious subtleties

the sun falls yet again yet again i fall asleep these dreams consist of feeling subconscious subtleties for moments i'm alive right there surrounded by fictitious cares is this the realm where i belong? where yes is no and right is wrong

typical-types

the homeless wander to and fro they chart the map; just take it slow the businessman is quick to move he counts the endless tasks to do the careless man is slow to speak he wears no mask to hide his grief the busybody spits his mind he shoots the shit but wastes no time the simple man will fall in love he wants nothing but her sweet love the robot boy will die alone he sits and waits to inject oil

ecstasy

a child's eyes gaze with no surprise no concepts or views to scrutinize ecstasy lost by discovering death we learn that we die as we take our first breath a middle-aged man will try to stay young he lost half his youth yet he's only begun ecstasy lost by self-evident tears we learn how live once we lose half our years a gray whiskered man acknowledges fate the time it draws near yet he sets no date ecstasy lost by regretting his days he learns how to die as he sits and he waits a spirit set free is entwined with the breeze drifting with glee as it leaves behind grief ecstasy found by shifting apart we learn that it ends with the place that it starts

save me meet me where the earth is rearranged find me where this logic is not strange tell me every thought that runs so deep save me before i dare take this leap

my last desire

i'm sitting here on a dark cloud shielded by the rain you catch only glimpse of the fire it burns away all doubt it boils the blood of all impurities i am like a bird that has never learned to fly your heart is a wishing well that grants this dream for flight spreading my new found wings i feel as of a peasant discovering he is king as i let go of the hurt that i have carried for centuries i discover a new clarity i encompass a new hope i renew myself of fire your love is my sunlight you are my last desire