money falls where i walk...

gone are the days long and short,
here are the hours that should have passed;
must i wonder where i should walk,
as the light falls like the sun upon the river i walk.

mint flavored rain drops fall with a certain elegance,
that the childish man walks with his mouth open,
and all the fools watch with a waiting chance,
but never will they say of what hunger lay in them.

trust in the heart of what trouble lay before,
and look back and forth at what you did as the thunder roars;
listen with care as the moon speaks to you,
the comfort of wisdom so rare among the few.

hinder the meaning of all that is said,
the truth is out there no matter what anyone says,
and we will stand tall like the mountains and trees,
we know what the words are that set us free.

Mother,mother...

Mother,mother come with me,
And I will show you the world I see,
Let us walk with strength behold,
Let us scream at the sky through another hole.
Take me,take me to your womb,
And I will be silent inside of you:
Wake me up to sleep again,
And touch my heart while it rains.

The Ugly Truth

Hinder the moment I said untrue,
And question the rain the sky turned blue,
When I think of all things made of gold and silver,
To shine like gods among the homeless shiver.


A woman walks to the sound of freedom,
A man follows her steps to the temple found,
They pray together and laugh forever,
United they hold hands and drown in my river.


We have flown the skies so many times,
But ever have we wondered how the falcon climbs,
As the storm approaches and we cry instead,
The majestic wings beaten fierce and the eyes of dread.


Fear is great and we must all bow down,
See how the tongue must swell now,
When the higher mind must take over,
Let the words flow till the rain is over.


Change what will not change,
And lose control over the innermost face,
That smiles at you in the mirror when you cry,
Smile back at it when you know you can try.

About A Happy Song

Little did I know of precious music,
When I want of belief in western consequence;
Long did I sing them with parodies inside,
Failing reason and song that should live side by side.


A joker stands in the way,
The path where my lyrical justice must sway,
And he knows how the song will go,
But he laughs anyway despite what I say.


I have no sweet melody to capture radiance,
In this life if we don't sing we dance,
And we prance and we prance till death do us part,
To forget what we left half dream't and again to start.

Why Ask Questions?When You Know Everything.....

If I died in my sleep,

Where would I wake?

If the skies surround me,

Does it matter if I'm drowning?

If god loves me,

why hasn't he set me free?

If the truth is hollow,

What are these words in hunger we swallow?

If dreams were surreal,

How is life said to be real?

And if I bow my head to look above,

How faraway would be heaven's love?

If I am me and I am you,

Who will ask me who are you?

If I am here and you are there,

We all say the world is not fair.

An Open Window

The tragic artist without your sight,
Should you paint this window in sorrow and pain,
Breathing with life as you turn the world to your light,
Soon there will be nothing left in vain.


Be the face of prospect surely as your blindness tomorrow,
And let the world be kind in your divine favor,
The creations of madmen they watch you grow,
For you have become their unattained flavor.


Paint a window of childish remembrance,
Of lush innocence that may never return,
As it sits on the rock that tempted the ocean wild,
Hidden from the misty gauntlets that savage waters may churn.


Leave alone my walls of your tears dry,
Crumble not your face in its passing agony,
For his victory your beloved neighbor will buy,
Pass through this window quickly into silent secrecy.

Snakes and Ladders

 A die cast on the promised call of fortune,
While still life awaits its fateful turn,
Tomorrow,it said that all will be done,
When the wheel spins it has finally nowhere to run.


Cant this man rest his eyes to watch above,
And must others hinder his fading question of love;
For what passes through everything in time,
Guide him the ladder that moves in every line.


Wife of man take not this stand,
The stage of humility that compassion tries to understand,
Despair of heights where morality may reach,
And open the doors that all men preach.


The serpents have waited for our future to learn,
What becomes of merciless giants that did walk and burn,
Carve this world of relentless stone,
Where these ladders rigid fall among their bones.