gold is where you find it

he walks on in the doors
quietly not making a sound,
staying alert for there a strangers all around.
there's those who have fallen from a glorious tree,
and we're all swimming and learning here under the sea.

what pleasures we know,
oh the sights that we've seen.
these new days rolling in
so soft and serene.

for we have chosen the sky
with our heads held high.
walking onward,
towards the end of time.

we own the sky

on top of the world
where only the birds can touch,
i live amongst the waves
spinning tales and such.
of all the ones lost,
so few gained.
it's left in the dark
waiting to be obtained.

keep your eyes ahead

it's been an interesting week,
a lot of dark spaces with no electricity.
we run by light, the sun as our source,
but what happens when the sun is gone.
its back to the start while we sit on top
of this mountain we call home.
and each day, every day
a mundane exchange in everyway.
picked apart, rearranged
walking through life, living stange.

the calander hung itself

currently on the lamb,
things are here, things are there.
pretty wild.

we will walk through walls

an energy of epic proportion is brewing in the skies above.
it was the calm before the storm which cleared my conciousness,
in such a swaying manner it lightened the load.
that vacant space inside my home i seeked so long to know,
has been inverted allowing it to grow.
i eat the words and watch them move, dissecting principles
and dialogue, flowing gently with their grooves, recording them in monologues.
so this is all, this is it, reality in harmony we're living in its midst.
and on my mountain under the sea, comfortably alone i sit,
waiting for a passerby, to pay an unsuspected visit.

to make sinking stones fly

the keys are old
and time has told
of waves of change
all which we behold






i'm welcoming the hands of the weak,
i'd like to understand their weight.
all the things that we must seek,
setting the balance straight.
these hospitals have done their part,
while i sit back and watch the sky.
seperating fear from heart,
always wondering why.

something vague

these emotions flowing through my head,
i feel my way past its energy,
and the currents of the dead.
how many thoughts thought, how many minds read
only to realize we've ventured too far ahead.

so over the horizon, and across the fields
towards new beginnings which we ourselves wield.
if you would only listen, if i could only explain
the sea of existence living within my brain,
maybe then it would ease the vagueness of this pain.

and as i stop to think about how you are,
those times we'd spend in that raggedy old car,
it suddenly dawns on me,
we're caught in this inescapable virus
our everyday reality.