Imagination

Imagination fills our days with treasure

Move On

The question in not why do we exist,

but rather why were we meant to exist,

in these passing realms between dreams

where we hold the stars sacred

caged, lost, yearning, dying

moving on

Wearing Truth

The venture was glorious

the soul in its proper attire

clothed in temperance, justice, courage, nobility

and truth

he's leaving

as he leaves his shell

free from life and inflicted pain

currents will take him away from here

climbing he'll sprout wings

to take him on his way

 to live with the creatures above

on judgement day

plug me in

turn me on

let me play

free from sin

finding Zion

on judgment day

Patterns of Life

His option to break free from molded thought

look beyond the patterns of life

see with new eyes

find all that you've sought

time to dream before the night dies

follow nocturnal paths of the heart

it's love you're looking for

you'll soon realize

New Disguise

parting lashes into an overdose of light

stretched flesh exposing tarnished ivory

blue exploding from sky and sea

green jumping from tree to tree

red blossoms diving at me

the morning such a glorious sight

floating through warm liquid paradise

enjoying the world's new disguise

New Worlds

We were there to listen to the madman's last testiment

expecting a big surprise to fall from the sky

as the meaning of life passed us by

leaving new worlds for us to invent

Just Live

so so long

too long

in the fast paced crowd

always trying to catch up with myself

thinking that in the end

there'd be time

to live life

just live

before time runs out

Blaze of Desire

Picture this if you will,

some will call it desolate, others paradise

and others both

though their outlook will change

with the subtle shade of their moods

floating on the winds

until they burn with rage

emotions a wildfire

this blaze of desire

Cleaning Up

the carnage of broken dreams

pilling up, choking off our tomorrows

until we clean up the mess

and build again

on new piles of sand

Held in place

Concrete boxes of our existence

hold us in place

day after day

to dream of things

of what once were

like freedom

Dangers Unknown

the road of our dreams

filled with dangers unknown

fear holding back so many

filling years with regret

and graves awaiting flowers

Snap

There is a time when straight is drawn too taught,

and the line snaps into the bizarre, so war is waged

youth falling into adulthood

with the idea that success is there just waiting

like fruit on a tree

yet they managed only to stumble hopelessly

year after year, trying to be good

battles to be fought

from a brownstone cage

The bridge

The bridge to the future

filled with things undone

that we leave behind us

in pursuit of dreams for more

Habits

We sweep away our yesterdays

lack habits we've kicked

painfully putting them away

before the become septic

Not just a switch

Our destiny is more than preprogrammed functions

or switches we twist and turn off and on

it comes from within, and is manifested without

it needs heart and soul from us each

Behind our backs

Behind our backs we find the truth

where the world looks upon us

waiting for us to turn

and face our judgment

Cold gray days

The cold gray days of yesterday fade

each passing day takes them away

until the tree of our past

is barren of all its leaves

Unfinished business

tomorrow is the unfinished business of dreams

there to be grasped at by the daring

and hoped for by the rest

Gone Astray

Freedom is a dream

so hard to hold on to

reach for it and it slips away

hidden behind a screen

twisted and subdued

its possibilities gone astray

Making Music

We make our own music

the songs of our life

some sad, some happy

some too hard to hum

Not everyone wins

This game of chance plays out

with random hands, bits of luck

and losing streaks tossed in

some wonder what it's all about

others don't give a fuck

life is life, not everyone wins

Look within

Tomorrow's waters are not so still

navagating them requires skill

look no further than within

when your journey beings

Transcend

The winds of time whisper to us

singing of the universe

and the secrets she holds

waiting to be revealed

once we transform

or transcend

Dream Big

Dream big and make it so

the new reality for all those

after us to follow

reason to celebrate

We surrender our futures with parades

so that we can repeat our mistakes

and have another reason to celebrate

Remember yesterday

Reach for the sky

when you have the time

and energy

make great strides

if you can

before age

takes youth away

and you struggle

to remember

yesterday

Distorted Views

Our dreams were the future

foundations to build on

multicolor distortions

bending with our fading youth

Putting on faces

We put on faces to show the world

just what we want it to see

every boy and girl

building their own reality

Loyal Complacency

truth reduced to nothing

talking heads replacing reality

to sedate the huddled masses

into loyal complacency