deep low hum, tickle my senses
progression of space, sounded within soul
forgotten places in time, come together to join
a grander theme for all, for freedom from pain
holy hour, sacred sacrament of self
light as the wind, without anxiety or grief
balanced between, the earth and the sky
where cool water flows, within the depths of your mind
deep low hum, follows me home
radical sacred self, and abundance of love.

unfold, unroll
the truth, upon the ground
display, advertise
so people will know again
abandoned, anathema
alone in this abyss of chaos
who will, how will we
taken this, to help the whole
not part, but a part
lost and hidden, forbidden
fortune's loss, and apathy
there go i, broken at the seem.

Form and Faith

Focus bends around the truth
the light of perception
so clear, so pure

Holy, holy is the hour
sacred, sacred
burn, the fire

Hold, be hold the smoke, the pyre
within the stack of
wood, the fire

Focus taken in with sand
forms opinions, makes a man

Course and path inter twine
come together, hold intwine

together, together, a part
of the whole,
the group the merchant's cart

More than life, less than death
truth and light
unfed by jaded, epitaph.

(some lyrics)

Sunshine eyes, taking a stroll
I take a breath and lose control

Thoughts, they fill me with grand desires
haunted by devils and hungry liars

Simple rythms unfold and roll
out of my mouth, shaking my soul

People hold on to what they know
not thinking about the seeds they sow

time

time can drawn on
and stretch like
a horizon

leaving me pensive
and confounded
left in the glow

and when the sun
begins to rise
i shine in response

the heart that was
dull and sullen
now stands afire

for revelation
is upon me
my spirit set free

...

still, time can drawn
on upon a soul
and cause us to wane

until the sun
begins to rise
and we start again

until our hearts
give notions
of change and fire

until my soul
begins to burn
with desire

then no light
can change
my holy will

...

Most people will spend their
entire life trying to forget
trying not to feel
trying to run from the truth

TV, work, politics, religion,
kids, family, Wal-mart, hobbies,
time.... the days of our lives
filled up with junk, space, distance
between you and reality

And most people would rather sit in their
own filth than to wake up and do something
about all the time and money they've
spent on trying to forget

We are all dreamers, dreaming a life
that isn't really our own
commercials, shoes, flashing vanity, stuff
more stuff, crap for your crap

And honestly, I think it's time
time for truth, time for reality
time to wake up, snap out of it
stand on our own two feet

the world's not gonna change
with all of us accepting things
the way they are... like limp bodies
trying to clap at the end of a performance
we didn't really like

turn off your TV
forget your politics
I'm not interested in your
imaginary gossip, drama,
or how your parents didn't
love you enough

snap out of it... you are the only person
the ONLY PERSON here, right now
and its up to you to change
and in turn, to change the world

This world is but your looking glass
your thoughts are your commands
to this dynamic medium
called life

Most people are afraid of their own power
their own free will

Freedom is a dream that few
ever really actualize
they are frightened of what they might see
of what they might do

We are all born, masters of our own reality
until life's lessons teach us to close up,
to hide our love, to forget who we really are

remembering can be a painful process,
doing what others fear is a lonely path
but i'd rather be alone and free
than befriended and blind

my best

happy, giddy, and free

laughing and giggling with glee

the best day of our life, together

books for ten bucks

and clothing for cheap

holy abundance of spirit

and calming patient debate

where I find my comfort

you are my best