Dance for me echo
In rhythms that flow
Dance for me echo
In the silhouette that are slow
Dance for me echo
In rhythms that flow
Dance for me slow
This is how it goes
Why?
Why must it be like cracks
In the soul
Before you break
I'm forgetting what it means
To be
The echo of the shadow
The forgotten thing that
Sets my soul on fire
On in the blackness
On in the life that
I live
On on on never let that
Capture you fire
That pushes you on
Get up
Get up
The little voice in your head
Dance for me echo
Dance for me slow
Oct.31/11
A brief look inside my mind. A reality that rose, then fell, only to rise again from the ashes of what I believe is true and not true. Come into the interZone. . .
Monday, October 31, 2011
Thursday, October 27, 2011
I won't let you
I won't let you
But I will let you
just to hate you
When will you
say good bye
How do I beat you
At this game
That I find myself
fighting for
How do I
I will ask you
Oct.27/11
But I will let you
just to hate you
When will you
say good bye
How do I beat you
At this game
That I find myself
fighting for
How do I
I will ask you
Oct.27/11
Always Be On
It's so hard to always be on.
To turn off.
To unplug.
To be another faceless shadow
On the wall.
I know how,
do you?
Forget you
It not the same without,
As it is with
Perpectully turning over
And over never sure how it ends?
I can't keep up
I won't let you too.
It's so hard to always be on.
Stop. . .
Oct. 27/11
To turn off.
To unplug.
To be another faceless shadow
On the wall.
I know how,
do you?
Forget you
It not the same without,
As it is with
Perpectully turning over
And over never sure how it ends?
I can't keep up
I won't let you too.
It's so hard to always be on.
Stop. . .
Oct. 27/11
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
Exist
We have not always been.
We will not always be.
We are creatures of eternity.
But we are hurried by time.
We are unable to escape.
We are always amazed,
How fast it goes.
How slowly it goes.
How much of it is gone
So much is left.
That eternity exist for us.
And so does our sense of
Home. . .
Oct 15/11
We will not always be.
We are creatures of eternity.
But we are hurried by time.
We are unable to escape.
We are always amazed,
How fast it goes.
How slowly it goes.
How much of it is gone
So much is left.
That eternity exist for us.
And so does our sense of
Home. . .
Oct 15/11
Wednesday, October 19, 2011
For a few more hours
For a few more hours,
under the pressure of time,
It would be worth it all.
When we speak of now
We seem to mean the timeless.
So there is no duration
No awareness of duration
We are in an eternity without
Any reference to any timeline
Now being divorced from time
And eternity
I am bound by different ideas
and thought’s.
I was not the same anymore,
I am in a different time of thought.
For a few more hours.
Oct 19/11
under the pressure of time,
It would be worth it all.
When we speak of now
We seem to mean the timeless.
So there is no duration
No awareness of duration
We are in an eternity without
Any reference to any timeline
Now being divorced from time
And eternity
I am bound by different ideas
and thought’s.
I was not the same anymore,
I am in a different time of thought.
For a few more hours.
Oct 19/11
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
I call and I get no answer
I call and I get no answer.
I wonder if you got my call
I know I miss you
I somehow hope you miss
me to
I sometimes see you with a
Glance of my eyes.
I sometimes feel you near
I think about you all the time
I wish you were here
I will see you later
As time passes by
I know you love me
And I love you too
I miss you with heaps of tears
I wish I could hug.
As I wipe away the tears.
I miss you dad
I miss you.
Oct 18/11
I wonder if you got my call
I know I miss you
I somehow hope you miss
me to
I sometimes see you with a
Glance of my eyes.
I sometimes feel you near
I think about you all the time
I wish you were here
I will see you later
As time passes by
I know you love me
And I love you too
I miss you with heaps of tears
I wish I could hug.
As I wipe away the tears.
I miss you dad
I miss you.
Oct 18/11
Monday, October 17, 2011
What do you say
What do you say.
What do you really say?
Words escape what you feel,
Nothing could be said that
surmounts to anything.
Hear a roar of sound that eats
Your soul
What do you say.
Ratt tat tat
Beat so softly the rhythms that beat
This mod- day idea of a modern man
Fragments of gods illuions
What do you say.
Oct.14/11
What do you really say?
Words escape what you feel,
Nothing could be said that
surmounts to anything.
Hear a roar of sound that eats
Your soul
What do you say.
Ratt tat tat
Beat so softly the rhythms that beat
This mod- day idea of a modern man
Fragments of gods illuions
What do you say.
Oct.14/11
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Change
Great people come and go, change is on our doorsteps, our youth in riot, the old going mad, and our working class lost in the pursuit of a dream that has died over 30 years ago. We are on the edge of madness that will give birth to something that we all need. . . Change
Oct. 5/11
Oct. 5/11
Listening
Listening With a voice lost in the darkness
Lost in the search for truth
He is weaving his charm that convinces you
that I have joined in the dwelling of light.
Opening the stars abode, to the horizon, to
the gateway of pleasure on earth, among the living
Love is the law, love under will, love unbound.
Devouring all that you embrace.
on you push, on you drive to that end that says it all,
Listen with your heart open.
Oct. 5/11
Lost in the search for truth
He is weaving his charm that convinces you
that I have joined in the dwelling of light.
Opening the stars abode, to the horizon, to
the gateway of pleasure on earth, among the living
Love is the law, love under will, love unbound.
Devouring all that you embrace.
on you push, on you drive to that end that says it all,
Listen with your heart open.
Oct. 5/11
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Reflection in a smile
Do you stop and smell the roses?
Do you pause when you see a butterfly?
Are there things you day dream about?
Do they make you happy inside?
Is everything a light hearted feeling?
Do you remember times when things
Were simpler and new?
Are there a thousand wish you could make
On every shooting star you seen?
Moment to moment the innocence
Is within you.
Moment to Moment it’s as if a dream.
I remember every word shared.
I remember you and what you told me.
It is you, it is you. . .
Oct 4/11
Do you pause when you see a butterfly?
Are there things you day dream about?
Do they make you happy inside?
Is everything a light hearted feeling?
Do you remember times when things
Were simpler and new?
Are there a thousand wish you could make
On every shooting star you seen?
Moment to moment the innocence
Is within you.
Moment to Moment it’s as if a dream.
I remember every word shared.
I remember you and what you told me.
It is you, it is you. . .
Oct 4/11
Watching The Seasons
The air is cool and the ground is damp
The tree’s are going from green to yellow
Early morning runners take to the street
Trying to get a run in before it gets colder
The sun just starts to creep out
Burning off the morning dew
Sounds of cars in the distance
As people drive to work
You see that gloaming give way
to the burning sun
The early morning has given way to the start
Of the day
Oct 4/11
The tree’s are going from green to yellow
Early morning runners take to the street
Trying to get a run in before it gets colder
The sun just starts to creep out
Burning off the morning dew
Sounds of cars in the distance
As people drive to work
You see that gloaming give way
to the burning sun
The early morning has given way to the start
Of the day
Oct 4/11
Monday, October 3, 2011
I will see you again
You think of the distance and a little sad feeling comes over you
The idea of you so far away, the idea of you not near.
There is a place in your heart that wishes they were here.
I wish you wouldn’t go, but thing the way they are it would be better.
How I remember your smiling face and the kind words that you share with me.
I feel safe with whatever I tell you.
And everything you say reaches my heart.
I hope this is a good thing, not a bad thing.
I will see you soon.
I will see you again.
Oct 3/11
The idea of you so far away, the idea of you not near.
There is a place in your heart that wishes they were here.
I wish you wouldn’t go, but thing the way they are it would be better.
How I remember your smiling face and the kind words that you share with me.
I feel safe with whatever I tell you.
And everything you say reaches my heart.
I hope this is a good thing, not a bad thing.
I will see you soon.
I will see you again.
Oct 3/11
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