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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
please, 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
please, 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
please, a simple moment
a place
somewhere that I can call home.

Not moving, outside my mind
avoiding all the details
.. I hope, I pray
please, just once
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

The man looks for a measure of grace
a touch of grace for the evening                                                                           a touch of shade while the shadows linger                                                          among, amongst Pale Hecate's offerings                                                           beside the still water                                                                                          the very, very still water                                                                                        which ripples and wanders throughout the nowhere                                         throughout the half of way                                                                                    and therefore, throughout and between.                                                            

The man looks for a measure of grace                                                                 a glimpse of grace for the breath of midnight                                                    a glimpse of shade while a candle flame lingers                                                  amid, amidst Tarquin's ravishing strides                                                           beneath the motionless water                                                                              the pale, translucent motionless water                                                         which goes and is gone throughout the every where                                          throughout the half of way                                                                                    and thus, therefore, abruptly and no where.                                                   

The man looks for a measure of grace                                                                a hint of grace for the early darkness                                                                  a hint of shade while a lighted bulb lingers                                                         'tween, between Ophelia's gentle urgings                                                           below the transparent, liquid water                                                                 the childhood blue, eternal waters                                                                        which floats and drifts and whispers in our prairie breeze                               throughout the half of way                                                                                    and, therefore, throughout the nowhere of goodbye. 

So goodbye from nowhere                                                                                                                    and goodbye.                                                                                                                               

BLUE LIGHTS OF NOTHINGESS

The blue lights are yours, forever and                                                                 more yours                                                                                                             never more than yours                                                                                           and never more than yours will ever be.                                                                                                                                                                                             It's all in the nothingness                                                                                       the everythings of nothingness                                                                              the nothingness of everythings                                                                              of you and me                                                                                                         and you.

The blue lights are yours, never more                                                                  than forever                                                                                                           always more than yours will ever be                                                                    never more than you                                                                                             and never more than me                                                                                        shall be.

The blue lights are blue                                                                                         never more than blue                                                                                             never more than the forevers                                                                               and never through the blue lights                                                                         of nothingness.                                              

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.

So, 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 forgetting all our sins                                                              thank you, darlin'                                                                                                 where did you go?                                                                                   

Let me tell you what's important in this world                                                   it's that, if you can stare into the eyes of evil                                                       the face of God                                                                                                        this is what matters                                                                                                everything else .. all of it .. all the rest                                                                 are details                                                                                                               you understand me?                                                                                        

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 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 even 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 .. like 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.

And my thoughts, my thoughts begin to taper                                                 And the mythic, invisible breaths                                                                       of tomorrows and tomorrows                                                                             find their way to paper.          

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                                                               just 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 a 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, the exact description                                               complicated and immensely scrambled versions                                               ... of so much as you are                                                                                       if we wait a long, long time .. the universe will expand                                     then it will cool                                                                                                       and eventually empty space will become colder                                                then the black holes                                                                                           when that happens, it will begin to evaporate                                                 and the lost forevermores will appear                                                               singing in perfect pitch to your forgotten Messiah.                                                                                                                                                                                                             

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