I feel a new beginning brewing
Something in the air
this taste in my mouth
Familiar
Reminds me of watermelons soaked in vodka
Wonderful intoxicating taste
That mosaic was my introduction to my new beginning
A new life started
Busted my ass for something I believed in
Since that died it’s been along time
God I love the sound of trains in the night
Nothing like it
This beginning brewing must be momentous
Chugging so fast I hope I can catch on
Ride free
And fast
Testing the limits of my will
Once again
But I am a bull
My skin may be soft but I am still a soldier
Will not accept defeat
Hope this is a good one
This time I am ready
I have been waiting
And have grown into my own
Still lost
But feelin ok with lost
Better lost than lost without a clue
Which is all I really see anymore
Day by day they all loose their dreams
Not many left
Who dares to hold on
Not to say they are not strong
It just wasn’t their time
And it better god damn be mine
Or I will be 45
And by then time will try
Me with my hair blowing in the wind on that fast train
Chugging thru the night
Jump on
I wish I was so brave
Jump on
And you will be amazed
My eyes open wide
To just let go and ride that train
My new beginning cannot pass me by
This train is in my head
I feel the friction
Vibration
Excitement
As it passes each town
Maybe there’s a dreamer down the tracks
Who will believe in something more
A life change
Out of this same old bore
Help us all hold on
And fly down those tracks
So these dreamers can have just a chance
At leaving what they know
Letting go
And finding the life they want
Not just stuck in a rut
Surrounded by neglect
Ignored by the world
And helpless to make change
To fall in love
To feel connected
And one
If we could just open up
And see what could be
Now this would mean people would have to believe
In each other
To make up for
The pain we have all endured
Feeling like this is how it will end
Not until Dec 21 2012
What will we do then
And the children who never got to live
This is heaven to me
To feel the breeze on my skin
To know that life is what we make of it
And we can always be better than what we are from
To inspire others
Who can touch those who need to be touched
And those who never get to be touched
Need to be proud of what they got
Who they are
And live each moment
Like we have not much left
Bout 4 years according to the Confucius
To the myans
The Egyptians
All major religions
And spirituality is sensing this
Mood, feeling
Coming to peak
So today I hop on that damn train
Trying to make change
Don’t want to sit here anymore
My soul is a wave
And today I jump away
Wind in the trees
And do you still want to tell me that there is no such thing as energy
And animals have no souls
Yet if you slaughter a cow you have to hind the smell of blood and the vision of the act from the other cows or when they are next their meat is no good. It has all turned brown
What’s next in this world
What cruel torture have we not explored
It’s all coming together
The end is near
As they stand on their soap boxes
The end is near
And there is nothing any one of us can do about it
Yet that train still chugs on
Bringing me hope
Testing me to dare
That there is so much more
Out of control
Won’t even let you near
Kabala will only stray you far
For unless you have studied
And are old by years
You will only get lost in the circle
Where the more you know
The less you know
Because you will become aware
That we are all mice
Jumping for that cheese
Dangling there till you die
Dangling there till you realize
You must be clever
And just dive
Fuck their cheese
Fuck their ideas of how to chronically torture us
So we have no time to spare
No time to think about something larger
No time to get ahead
No time to be something more.
Spikey
She passed today
Her first night gone
Under the ground so cold
I keep picturing her there all alone
An old soul
She was my favorite
Maybe she’s still alive
Barely breathing
But she was stiff
I can’t accept she’s gone
I want her back in my arms
I said my goodbyes but
Maybe she is still alive
Waiting for me
To dig her once so fragile body up
And bring her back to me
I can not accept
I want her back
My sweet child I loved so dear
How can I mourn death I can not accept?
My will is too strong to believe she won’t get up
A piece of my heart
A piece of my soul
Has died
