“Fresh activity is the only means of overcoming adversity.”

BEATS PER SECOND
IS ABOUT EQUAL TO
HOW MANY NERVES
ARISE WHEN I FEEL
A NEW CONNECTION

how to go about this pursuit?
what develops from passion?
will my past also make a leap?
are question marks a plague?

DROP ME A LIFE LINE
FOR THE TIME BEING
AND I WILL TRY AND
VOCALIZE MY SOUL
THROUGH THE SAD
MEDIUM OF THIS
SO RESTRICTING
PAIN PROVIDING
EARTH BOUND
HEART BEAT
POUNDING
VESSEL.

oxymoronic passage.

pages plastered on the skull of your brain
reminding you of dreams once held.
keeping the faith alive inside
with dreamer's planted seeds.
the tree of life it culminates
with this utmost brand new day.
enigmatic forces at work
and they wonder as much as we.
i am you as you are me as you are he
and we are all together.
steps that are sung
are much more hard to climb alone.
bands of flow seem to bring back a dose of radiance.
dense collection of free vibration is firm for stepping ground
as the meaningless it seems to drop you dooowwwn.
rising tides of water friends combine in an ocean of love.
reaching arms of yesteryear cling to strands of your blood.
and we OHM on to the beach and praise these new heights.
close to the shore we remain as we wait for star light.
the sun it feeds us with with suspended eternal love.
it tells us of dreams once held by those before us.
it removes the pages from our minds and sets us free.
we will learn from the past and we swear not to forget thee.
sun. sun. sun. oh my sweet bright warm and happy sun.

barren is a boy's mind, of a body which it has been boldly exhausted. did you know there is trout fishing to be done in America?

Overall, I've got the blues
I've got to jazz away the news.
Finding ways to break me down
Drive the bitter to the ground.
Overall I'll be alive
I'll be alive
The day I die.
Fashioned out of heritage
I stand atop a lonely bridge.
Values built as firm as stone,
Still I fail to lose control.
I'll fish souls out,
Until I die,
I'll pass down a speck of life,
Before I travel into the starry sky.
So blues you've stuck,
And you seem so needy,
But I can't tend,
To your vocalized bleeding.
Good note, bad note,
Where to end?
Where nothing is serious,
except to those who respect their heritage.

Ode to joy.

earth my bold chariot,
i've done you so wrong.
but now i've killed the other three horsemen.
and spared myself, so that i could bring you this song.
should i really have come here?
did you want me at the reigns?
i still can't decipher,
if it was all a mis-take.
riding fast through the judgment,
soaring up in the sky.
still i fail to remember,
why i was chosen to ride.

oh pegasus lead me,
it's time to come down.
we can pass on the chariot,
to the new christ in town.
everyone's buzzing,
but they've nothing to say.
a hive of starry eyed vessels,
come to be blown away.
well i've got no more miracles,
no more sight for the blind.
but i'll share this old theory,
that i've had in my mind.
come gather round now,
my true brethren.
as you eagerly wait for,
the next son of heaven.

well my time here is waning,
i can't save you from sin.
i can't be your way out of,
the web you are caught in.
for if christ is inside you,
and you don't let it out.
then your heart will find reason,
to be shrouded in doubt.
the myth of utopia,
is your ultimate goal.
so why not demand it,
why not take back control?
i come here now to bless you,
but i can't intervene.
your pleas will not change things,
unless these warnings take heed.

life isn't a protest.
that was never the plan.
peace isn't worth killing for,
blood doesn't help to nourish the land.
the time i assure you,
will always be right.
to stand firm with each other,
and guide your hopes into flight.
don't take no for an answer,
when your aim proves worthy.
don't take a simple rejection,
when the opposition plays dirty.
together, be sure, you fly.. YES YOU FLY!
or separate i've noticed,
you play slaves to the time.
choice is a choice is a choice is a choice.
but nothing, not one thing, can happen,
until you collect, and you are simply ONE VOICE!

"Sing to me, sing to me, when that fat old sun in the sky is falling." Floyd

We call a lifetime's worth of yearning, obsession.
But who can see beyond a lifetime,
enough to say it isn't eternal love?
The moth will follow a flame into battle,
it's attention no longer consumed by impermanence.
A reptile filled swamp, licking their lips,
and the moth won't even flinch.
For the warm light that awaits the end of the mucky water,
will seemingly shine inside that flutter-by, regardless
of whether or not it reaches it's destination alive.
Nature knows this funny thing,
that men try to layer with reason.
At least until, you and I, find, that well,
that all is possible, when no thing is defined,
and that the end justifies life with meaning.

Here's one for the road (ode to Ram Dass)

Astral experience,
starts with
total ambivalence.

Uncertainty, like history,
it's a rising flood, engulfing me.

This ego of mine surely won't last.
As it struggles for air,
'I' let it drown in the past.

The tide pulls back,
and a wind pulls me in.
The shore I am sure,
is a place to begin.

Naked as light,
a smile is born.
It chases the face,
of a child, to adorn.

Inner peace, in a beautiful world.
Tragedies cease, as flowers unfurl.

So, please drink from the fountain,
you seem parched and uncouth.
But you must go through self-cleansing,
before tasting a taste, of eternal youth.

The immortal stream, is not a phase to achieve.
It's a reminder for us, who forget to believe.
Now the cosmic patterns, fail to leave me in awe,
I think of when God had a clean slate, and began to draw.

So, connected by heaven, we must come to amends.
We must drop all the wars, and realize that we are all friends.
Don't let any form of society (whether secretive or not)
don't let it continue, to bask in an unashamed & multi-faceted perpetual onslaught.

Karma could prove to be problematic,
and all races of children
will be forced to hide in their neighbors attic.
Countless horrors that will go unnoticed,
unless we put down the hatred,
and embrace the peace of the Lotus.

Earthly presence, in a time full of passion,
could be the one cure, if we rise up together,
united and free, in a loud type of fashion.

Compassion is possible, and it's not controversial.
But it must be world wide, must be universal.
We will stand up humbly, and take back our crowns.
We'll provide health-care to all people, as we make our first rounds.

The next chapter isn't written.
This past one seems just about done.
Let us all grab the pen from those demons,
and we'll scribe a truly new world into the coming pages.
Can't you already feel the change that's begun?