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DON'T MAKE A SOUND

These words were written
a long time ago
way before you will ever know                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                              do you see the morning sun over there
bluebirds flying through the air
they'll tell you the secrets that I gave
to this piece of paper that you save.

These words were written
some time ago
they were lined up before the show
do you feel the cloudy afternoon
reflected on ocean waves to the moon
they'll take you to places that don't exist
on a piece of paper without any list.

These words were written
too long ago
murmuring before the afterglow
do you think the evening sky is black
wish there were things you could take back
they'll tell you lies to gain your favor
with punctuations of any flavor.

These words were written
a long time ago
way before you will ever know
do you ever think about how it all started
elusive Eternity, can't disregard it                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        always there, always around                                                                                                                                                                                     
read these words, don't make a sound.

OUTSIDE MY MIND

Standing there, outside my mind
moving past the details
.. for once, just once
give me some peace
an answer
a direction for this wandering life.

Sitting here, outside my mind
can't get past the details
.. if only, only if
a breath of silence
a notion
a path for the forest up ahead.

Walking around, outside my mind
stepping on the details
.. I wish, I dream
a simple moment
a place
somewhere I can call home.

Not moving, outside my mind
avoiding all the details
/> .. let me know
so I don't have to wander anymore.


TALK TO ME LIKE THE WIND

I was walking along the other day
looking for words, or something to say
you know how it is when the leaves move along
when the breath of a bird turns into a song
when the promises made on a young afternoon
talk to me like the wind
a wind that speaks a little too soon.

I was strolling along the other day
searching for answers, or so they do say
you know how it is when the dusk turns to dawn
when the breath of ..
when the silences spoken arrive late at night
and talk for you to the wind
a wind unseen, eternally far from sight.

I was drifting along the other day
lips forming questions, for someone to say
you know how it is when the day gets too long
when the breath of tomorrow appears to be wrong
when the things you remember are best left unsaid
and talk to us on the wind
a book is put down, left unread.

I was stumbling along the other day
head full of sentences, what can I say
you know how it is when the cloud that you're on
when the breaths of Innocence truly are gone
when every notion you had as a child
is left for the wind
in the blink of an eye, returns to the wild.

HALFWAY BETWEEN NOWHERE AND GOODBYE

BLUE LIGHTS OF NOTHINGESS

ALL SOULS MAY                 

Yes, it was early June, summer of '97
that was the week we all felt so lost
after so long a winter.

Let me steal something from your heart
just a little taste to get me through this morning
you know how it is
this morning that resembles last night's dreams.

It's another song for the fool
the special fool dancing on that hill.

Mr. Einstein, your problems with mathematics will never, ever be still
so, it's time to greet the shores of our Pacific Ocean and thank her for forgiving and forgetting our sins
thank you, darlin'
what took you so long?                                                                                   

Let me tell you what's important in this world
it's that, if you can stare into the eyes of evil and the face of God
without blinking
this is what matters
everything else
all of it
all the rest
are details
can you understand that?

Yeah, yeah, we know
take a number
get in line.

All souls may lay themselves before Eternity
what happens after that is you head for the road
because that's the only place
where they can't find you.

IT'S BEEN A WHILE

You see, it matters not much to me
when you count to forever
beginning one, two and three
'cause the numbers have all been there before
before, before Jim opened the door
before Mr. Morrison opened your door.

And a light shines on the uneven wooden floor.
And the dusty typewriter works no more.

You see, it means not much to me
when we breathe together
now, darlin', don't you see
'cause the heavens are filled with things called stars
and, remnants of an explosion
Jupiter, Mars
remnants of The God Particle
.. remnants of Mars.   

And a neon light fronts the downtown bars.
And a friend of mine sold all his cars.   

You see, it matters not much to me
when I loosen Earth's tether
then all shall be free
'cause these words have found their way to paper
and, the sounds from your lips have turned to vapor
in the distant winds
in the falling vapor.

SO MUCH AS YOU ARE       

It's like a puddle of water out in the sun
.. the way my mind evaporates
always lookin' for the great resolution
floating past the horizon
a hundred billion billion billion degrees
from Alice's view of Bob.

They are both correct, you know
.. for the simple reason that nobody can send a message from inside an infinite black hole
it's difficult to see how both can be true
we've had these things before in quantum thought experiments
different observers, different states of motion
different realities.

It's extremely unintuitive, an exact description
complex and immensely scrambled versions
... of so much as you are.

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