In the lands of my mind

The screams of the gulls
Thinking forever that we are
Seeing deeper than we can jump
On the cliff of our life
Talking of sounds and colors

In the lands of my mind

The countries of violence
We make war
Or at times with greatness soar
But the sky is clouded and doesn’t know
What we are here for

In the valleys and glens of my mind

In the thanks giving of my people
Their singing and dancing
Has awoken some look ago thought
Has shaken our hands tracing
Across skin so tender

In the lands of my mind

The flowers speak words of love
The trees sway to our rhythm
The streams flow upwards
And the breeze catches our thoughts
Like summer flowers

Yes in the great dark and beautiful lands
That lie inside of my mind
At times I stand here so unkind
Looking with eyes of fire
With the pupils of desire
I will free the lands
Even from my own twisted mind
And then the wild birds will have dined
And I will walk along the mountain path
Seeking freedom from cold
Freedom from me, too
And they will never see but one will understand
One will take my soul
And see that we are whole
That we have lost all
But we are forever in the wake of our father
The wake of our living
The wedding of our dead
Understanding that we can never
Feel the same
Never wake from our dream thoughts
Or even sleep with our lands

Thus in the land of mind
The sun has again signed

Tell me lady

Tell me lady..why. I have lost my soul many a time.. and yet I
stand ?
I have stood at the precipice and yet I live to run again..
I dropped into the blackness of despair only to see the dawn
I wonder if it is the star’s luck or.. if it is chronic folly
To stand so close to the abyss and to be yet free
At times I philosophize as to what is and what isn’t as to why
and how
Other days I just live for the day and think not
I haven’t decided which is best.. maybe when I figure it out I
won’t need to know.
It is funny when we should know something we don’t and
When we know it is no more relevant… it is almost as if the
weavers of our fate..
the gods, the stars or the supreme power has some sense of
twisted humor..
Our fears are naught, our hopes are illusions.
But I can’t despair because then I live and breath and love,
hate and cry
That I guess makes all the rest sort of irrelevant
Lady am I confusing you…? I lay my head on your breast and talk
no more

Words part II

the streams echo in my soul
the heart's of the trees toll
grapple as i may i find that the words have weighed me down
the water of this stream has held me before
stuck as it were in a moment of reflection
when we die what happens asks she
the ground rolls and we feel
the wind blows through her hair and i sigh
this moment will it never end ?
set me free from the earths maw
set us free from the words of sages and prophets
the question hangs in the air
the words echo through the valleys of my mind
she wonders at my silence
why
why don't they move ?
never, ever die
her strength is her belief, though tragic it is beautiful
i hope and pray that she will know the answers one day
know the answers, hear the words, so that she will be free
so unlike me
so like me
the words gutter through my viens
i seek and find
i lose and cry
she looks with wonder as i give her the words given to me
she accepts and holds on to the hope of life, to the stream of words
I cast her into the air and she floats free
i wish to hold her, wish to protect her
but the words flow and blow and she catches the current and soars
oh my girl, my blood
fly free on my words, on the words of the universe
fly free and taste

MUD

They talk of superman and the president
but i stand here and hold the world in my hands
as the blood flows from my veins
i close my eyes
and the birds wing in fright
the trees sing a silent song
the rocks grind their bodies

sing to me as I bleed
life has gone to seed
the fucking vultures feed

I am stuck here... in an instant of time, in a moment of agony
This is how we walk the paving stones of woodstock
you remember little boy..? you smell that old smell

the blood has all bled
all the saints fled
What was really said ?

I have been wrong. I have misunderstood
but i think that the heros, the gods even have never seen this This is how we remember the spirits of that valley

And I lie myself on her bed
all the lies left unsaid
because the birds are all dead

Isn't it sad ? that we are stuck in this place
we are really all lost and confused, we never think to look up
the wings left unused as we think of love and suicide

I sing this song blood red
as all the mores are shed
and put a gun to our head

crying, I laugh... how absurd, to think that anyone cares
how cruel to promise a little girl the world and snatch it away
the trees murmur that we are just a song in the dreams of the gods

wake up ! gods of blood
we are your mud
winter's unopen bud

Words part I


words of hate and love, despair and bliss float against this void
I hold the fire to my soul,
the force of the ages flows in my veins
I seek and find, lose and faith
I grasp the wind and fly with the storm...
the trees float by under me as I soar..
the hemlocks pray to see me again and I cry for this land..
the rocks seek to hold me down
but I am lighter than the air, caught so tight yet free..
I know that my story was oft told
but I love you from this moment on to all etertenity
just for a moment this land this soil and feys fly
and hawks hunt and butterflies swirl
and i wonder if anything is real.
are we just a dream of a dream of a mystical creature ?
I drift, I swim and though I have a destination
I can't seem to remember where I wished to go.
Friends and family say that I am going there with determination.
Mayhaps the valley will remind me of where it is or what.
Wither I go I sow the seed of the storm that brought me to being.
Wither i place my feet sprouting desires curl
and try to root me to the earth.
Our mother earth that has spawned the sublime and the unspeakably horrid.
Our flaked stratified memories lie with and I seek to forget.
But I remember.
I remember the words
For they are the vectors of our destiny, they are power.
I remember the words.

Children of the Stars

we are the children of the stars the scatterlings of god
lost and found
sought and bound
the trees have held us but we took them and wept
we struggle with our wings unfurled our eyes scabbed
we stumble and love
the fields of barley glisten gold

fathers and mothers cling to our leaves of life
as we float through
we are the children of the stars
scattered through this world
lost and confused
seeking to be bound
waiting to be found

we are the forsaken, the lost children of the stars
scatterlings and spores of god
our eyes seek
but we are weak
as we fly over the branches
wings stretched to ever
souls free and held

we are the children, the spawn
the stars scattered us across the world
we have been bound
we have been found
lets us reach the love of our hearts
soaring, reaching for the stars
wings holding to eternity
the lands, the valleys calling

for we are the children of the stars