| Nature Delicate rumble crisp gentle breeze Slow rolling thunder Shakes around me A leaf spirals downward from up in the tree Circling on the wind not unlike me There's nature out here wild, for all to see But the nature inside me is deeper indeed |
| Ghost Town In my soul, a thousand years or thirty, what's the difference? I've known things, seen things but what's it all for? When will it matter and who want's to know? I'm walking in a ghost town. Full of dead people, they're awake but asleep. Driven by forces but out of tune with the flow. Lost in the tumult, onward they go Their smiles are bright hanging vacant below silent, angry eyes. Get me out of this ghost town and away from the freaks. I can't stand them and they don't see me. Flying over mountains, and swimming in the sea, I'm climbing through temples, burning days with ease. Stars streak down above me, while hiding below, unimaginable creatures try not to show. Waterfalls, sunsets and big shady trees are the things I believe. Because my drinking, my dancing and singing, weave me the mat on which my soul will sleep, in the world of the spirits. |
| Waterfall Coal gray rocks, vibrate all coated in green and sing a magic song that whispers my name. There are places, that the earth tries very hard to keep protected, and only for the most determined reveals her secrets. This is one of those places. and as the moment holds, time sighs, and you are here. All these months, and a thousand miles from my hand you're still with me on this climb. My foot slips, rights itself and I continue on the path. Dank shadows, still waters my mind wanders to... Up ahead, and here alone this earth she sings of this place, fear willing we'll call our own. |
| Mystery Fingerprints, upon all that I am inside. Molded into clay squeezed too tight. Memories that linger excitement and fear, swim amongst neurons to tickle my spine. I shiver, from these chemicals inside. With me forever I make a pact tonight: Asleep and alone, I'll find the light in these knowings, as life's mysteries unfold. |
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