Young & Beautiful = Freedom

let them come and ask me and pray
their knees on a gold floor
this is where I stay
I sleep on clouds
that pass by stars you wish upon
and I look down on my work when it’s done

midnight in the garden
we hear his call but go on anyways
hiding behind our fort of whispers
we never sleep and waste our days

will you still love me when I’m naked and my palace is gone
will you still love me when I’m a sinner and they throw their stones
I don’t know
I don’t know
I know you’ll love no matter who has won

He’s got your back

God’s Army

Terrorism or Revelation?

Finding something that just sounds perfect
sounds perfect but it’s so hard to hit the right notes
words don’t always arrive the same way they left and sometimes they get lost like a ship at sea
how do I rearrange my thoughts to keep me on course
I listen to music to focus my eyes on the line but it’s more than just about the line
it’s about each syllable
and each page
from images to paper
translation becomes a task of understanding yourself
when I open the dictionary I find the keys to my soul
they give my thoughts power and weight
I can say illusion and you know I’m talking about something fake
I can say fake and you know I’m talking about most of my life
when I was a child I used to think my life was like The Truman Show
silly thoughts thought some that were produced by an imagination in overdrive
daydreaming worlds of me and a princess flying on a magic carpet
flying through the city streets at night as a superhero what was I thinking?
who would want that responsibility?
I want to move but have nowhere to go and everytime I point myself in a direction everybody says I’m going the wrong way

Genesis Machina

God created the world over the Earth and space appeared and angels asked what is it worth

and we all were created for entertainment or love or whatever the reason but we can’t make it up to him

so we all try to change our masks or do things for the sake of doing them can’t we just pray and bow our heads

and have God listen to us and us not to him

but it doesn’t work that way we have to let him in to our heart

I don’t mean for this to rhyme in fact this is a speech for a dark time but I can’t help it I’m starting to think like a poet

but they treat me like a mime and the world opens up just a little and they close my mouth just a little the pain is too

much to handle

I can’t seem to bear it tears drop down my eyes and I can only dream of seeing clearly let this hurt out and maybe

you’ll think twice before abandoning me or maybe you wished this on me

it’s okay I’m not asking you anyway if I am to die today then let it be my day

death can come and I will happily go away

there’s nothing left for me here anyway

Angel of Victory

Statue located at Waterfront Station in Vancouver.

 

I didn’t mean to ramble…my streams of consciousness

let it all out don’t hold anything in like your vomiting again and you had too much to drink so your thoughts can’t stay in so you speak and people tell you to be quiet you just keep going hoping somebody will listen and ask you to repeat it so when you take the stage and they ask for your name you say forget it it’s not important i can only hope they will listen and sacrifice like i have but most likely they won’t even question anyone like i have they will live their lives like they have and not pay any attention to what might have happened off the court and off the papers only looking for what they see with eyes that are wearing glasses painted with money and so i just decided to let the bomb go clear the room and start a new show this is a new beginning extraterrestrial and i am an alien and we are taking over this is the end independence day for a new generation bring the martian saviors and open the doors to your salvation we are mining the earth for ore and bringing it back to god’s station refining the metals into angelic bodies glistening in the light of the sun what a beautiful sensation

Bail me out

turning around I can’t help but think about what I found and how I traveled the world searching for a town
where I could be myself and help spread the wealth where poverty becomes a dream that’s played in old movie scenes
where do i come up with this
ill never know the truth
some say i opened my mouth
and god came through
some say i started writing
and my hands were being
guided by satan
whatever you believe in
it doesn’t matter
my words are all i have
and once you hear them
ill be your savior
can we get a shout out for the messiahs
giving their lives and still being called pariahs

L-O-V-E

words ring in my ear and they always felt true
never questioned the source like a fundamentalist
I was a terrorist
never ending narration of my life
trains running through my mind
my heart pulled by a puppeteer
beating faster then slower then not at all
aching at night
in the morning a strange taste in my mouth
eating is a chore
space is not empty but smaller things that create distances
actions are not our choices
I am not I nor anything else
I wish I could stand objectively on the edge of the world
if there is a God does he care about us?
if I love you does it really matter?
the tighter I hold the more you slip away
everybody I know tells me to go left or right to reach the middle
could they all be right?
I’ve heard many paths lead to the same place
I have walked many paths and they led nowhere
having stopped running I have found myself everywhere
could this overflowing feeling that makes me quiver be called love?
are there feelings to which we cannot ascribe words?
there is this thing
this thing that overcomes me and pulls me and I can’t let it go
free will has abandoned my life
how can you hold me responsible?
if I could wrap up the world as a gift I would not give it to anyone
thinking leads to thinking and these thoughts drive me crazy even though they aren’t true
sometimes I wish words did exist and I could pluck them out of the air
then at least I would know truth
how it feels
how it tastes
time machines give us an escape from reality and lead to fairy tales
dreams give us hope that dies with the present
this life is full of feelings but we ignore most of them
for the first time I am truly feelings everything
it is a gift and a curse
every feeling is a vibration that multiplies as I watch it travel from my head to my chest and my knees buckle in fear
if I ever felt true love
it would kill me

Leaders and gurus and kings and businessmen

we don’t even know where we came from
but you wanna tell me how to live my life
and what to do now that I’ve come
we are confused
just admit it’s so
and we can all go on
living free and not worrying anymore
I’m not holding myself back anymore
it’s time to be a priest
and shed some light on all the wicked beasts
that prey on the believers
just looking for something to eat
when they need love
but all you give them are hugs
and tell them to shut up
when they can easily turn around
and leave and never come back up
because there’s freedom down there
and they don’t need your pricey air
everything you want is free
as long as you just want to be
picking apart the laws of the land
and taking a stand
I step back and look over the people
that thought we had reached some
pinnacle or sensation of living
when all we had come to was a false
sense of salvation
a temporary ending
with a horrible beginning

Revelations from God

I never know where it comes from
like a prophet hearing the message of god
I open my mouth and let it flow
like incontinence
non stop and it’s
like a river that flows
with people running for cover
I dont know what to tell them either
I don’t mean to preach
but god tells me to speak
what can I do
almost twenty five and I don’t work
and barely ever move
I walk around the city with
only one glove on
hoping someone will hold my hand
and we can be one