If time is money
and money is funny
why is it no laughing matter?
People will kill
the last mad hatter
even if the symptoms
If money isn't funny
and time wasn't money
could you make some time for me?
The time is ripe!
I only have time..
and never enough can't you see?
Lay your fingers on these shiny strings
let's see what tomorrow brings.
Wrap your fingers around these sticks
transpose ancient code..to modern licks.
Upgrade your brain's 'input side'
and fire it up, we're going for a ride!
Touch of music
peace through you
in every musical thing you do
we are on the border
of creation's order
can you feel it now?
I believe it will reach..
every human soul
the longest night is coming
everything bare here
devoid of any life humming.
The southern hemisphere
the longest day there
babies are born
locked in a daydream they stare.
Realize please.. this is the same place
one half of the other
hurtling through space
revealing the rhythm of Life
into a multisensory perception.
See yourself as a soul first~
then a personality second
these changes will make known
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Steel Of Dreams
I write to forge thought
as night gives way to light of day
morning rays transform
with magical, gradient, immaculate precision.
I write forging images
hammered for description
angles I select..
pulled red from the coals
these dreams are annealed
when shape is set,
feelings are revealed.
My anvil and hammer
transform wrought iron vision
with artistic, splendid, immaculate precision!
It's all an illusion
we come to find out
we create our own realities
it's all a matter of choice
but there can't be any doubt
in our projected identities.
It will all boil down
to an idea of what is real
then how you acted upon it
or how it made you feel
then building on a good feeling
toward your ultimate dream
we co-create what it is we get
no matter what we choose to forget.
A relation to this experience
and what we believe
will ultimately dictate
what it is we receive.
Birth.. a human cycle begins
so far from remember when
Living for what?
We turn away.. from the last chapter
all are shown someday.
Try to remember, light in your eyes
the beginning is..
no one dies!
Our thin entropic skin
holds an entity that has NO END
we are infinite.. every spiritual core
you won't believe what you came here for!
How close you are to the real meaning
means nothing to you if it's always raining.
You will have your place in the sun again
the beginning was..
there is no end.
You came from a non-physical reality.
We won't ask you to act accordingly
until your 'tuning' to the frequency
We will not expect you to compete.
You will return to
a non-physical reality
when your body meets it's demise
no matter what you think you cannot do.
Is the lesson complete?
There is only one test for the answer...
if you are still able
to draw another breath, it's not.
It is the belief in what you cannot see
that is what you need...
and nothing that you're convinced
I try to drift off, in need of sleep
the verses tug at me
there will be no slumber
until this message is forged
for all to read and see.
Deep in Peru there was a city
pyramids.. an eternal flame
five thousand years have gone
stories are told.. all accounts are the same.
This culture was based on love
created upon free trade
no 'weapons of war' were found
no arrow points, nor shining blade.
Is there a lesson here?
A millennium tells the tale
love and creation
a peaceful nation..
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Examining life's every page
we find that all the world's a stage
from our first breath to our last
we find it's all.. circumstance.
We live the future, becoming past
playing out the possibility of chance.
Meet the obstacles face to face
winning peace by heart of grace.
We posses the greatest freedoms
developing our innermost caring beings
in order with the universe unfolding
in line with meditation we all are holding.
Hardship, only momentary
compared to the vastness of lifetimes
it is all.. just a limited fall
until our souls
I drive around this blazing desert town
the painted sign said 'STOP'
on the baking asphalt drive
all stretched out and distorted
nearly too hot to be alive.
The heat has had it's way
the painted letters are contorted
sort of like writing on clay
let's see if people are smart enough
to try to survive here and stay.
Life itself in mid-day is tough
the night falls like a blessing
in the middle of a curse.
Leaving folks here trying to survive
leaving it up to us to decide..
which is worse?
Night coming to an end..
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