when the love ran dry my brothers and I fell out of the stars and we split up, searching. and desolate drylands made one sand and stone with a grit walking stick and river green paradise sent one fog-eyed into beauteous pleasure and I, doggy-paddling through confusion tides built a ladder high and Love trailed absently behind

when the blood red moon says I'll be home soon don't think I'll run well, bury me right in the grass don't need a coffin to rot away no, no... don't think i'll make it through the snow when mother makes it cold again no, no... got holes in my shoes and somebody else stole my coat. I give myself up to the moon, don't take me later, take me soon I choked myself on a silver spoon and let the tallgrass lick my wounds take me home, take me home, with mother I can't be alone. I've been running all my life but I won't run from that dark, dark night. I've been running all my life but I won't run from that bright, new light.

bad time to walk the line cowboy's gotta gun I think I gotta run on that california grass... sour song in the city- the sweet swell of passersby they never give a damn or give a dime to the man with the beautiful mind. I asked an old man: do you know how keeps the time? who are the fool who write the books, who are the fools who drink the wine? "I don't know no men sir, each one an intricate disguise..." cloaked in power, choked on wine, that man was very wise. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - how night seemed to suggest swimming in romance how night seemed to make hearts glow brighter sometimes there was paranoia- eyes could be anywhere- serial killers, drunk drivers, cops... whatever the present day boogey-man happened to be... but in the night amongst that soul-glow, that whisper-hum, women were lovelier, friends were funnier, fights were rougher, winds were calmer, silence was soothing. who kept such magic into their adulthood- lightning bug bouncing off glass mason walls... if you forsaken such a thing, why? it will save you it will prepare you for your dreams sing truly with the crickets 'till you float back down from our shared kingdom of stars gleaming wonder. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - (nocturne never-ending) i pray you find your own mind which lingers in billboards and beckoning neon seductresses, bank brunches and lousy lunches Fox News at 10 CNN at 9 our world could crumble at 7 or 8 “hopefully one of them covers it” i whimper for a clumsy parade of lost minds i've swam the seas of ignorance, and the water was warm, but cold water gifts young eyes... quite a kick... solidifies endurance, electrifies roots... try throwing cold water on a friend, they might just wake up. . . gaze into your own mind which cuts itself and loves itself fetishizes forthcoming demise licks lips lazily awaiting love but lurks in self indulgent sadness until dreaming… you want a thing you don't understand. love and hate are of one seed take back your own mind from those who made you love them for life nagging nagging nagging mama please please let them put the leash on midas machine member enveloped in soft souring infantile flesh- early sunset... it's not your fault you're a greedy selfish monster drooling over God in his cardboard crown you walk the streets shivering as suspicious squinting eyes form like brain pimples and peek out pushing up lids you know you know you know. . . but tell me if you feel that if electricity ceased in times square there would still be light

sweet melancholy single daisy in room of no furniture... dust collects under the door- blankets the window sill... a single finger trails into airborne waltz- noiseless music, hushed archaic ambiance... solitary puddles commune embracing soil- shelter from the looming gray... single hole reveals cloud portrait as dismal droplets bring forlorn flood onto hardwood... puddle reflections reveal a child's footsteps fossilized as laughter mingles with birdsong in spring air... the wonder of a new tree the harp strings of heart moved under a shy stream resembling Mother's eyes in school the daisy wove a warm cloak- he wears it streets of moving mystique- a soft shell to hide Eden, a thread of shame... umbrella men, where are your eyes? do your lungs exhale gentle gymnopedie? puddle growth ocean evolution tides rise, windows hold sturdy as the scenery is wiped away and clouds part... what remains over eternity's sea hovering? pure innocent radiance of gold enveloping lightly levitating angel- Mother's eyes, Mother's eyes... in slow sweeping rhythms she weaves daisy a new cloak of dove-white... serene ceremonial slow sunrise

first glimpse of humming dawn still a way to go- came to a thin trembling town they ask "where will it go?" I don't know if its falling or rising I've got to go follow horizon I heard an oak tree's song I read a willow's rhyme one was bold, but wearing thin the other felt more like a cry it said: it's time, pull horizon and all the time the tides kept rising and it sounded like some twisted king of hymn ever-distant forlorn whisperings... (refrain) when the blood red moon says I'll be home soon don't think I'll run well, bury me right in the grass don't need a coffin to rot away no, no... don't think i'll make it through the snow when Mother makes it cold again no, no... got holes in my shoes and somebody else stole my coat. I give myself up to the moon, don't take me later, take me soon I choked myself on a silver spoon and let the tallgrass lick my wounds - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Love is falling down my cheek tonight Love is settling on the corner of my mouth it tastes like ocean wishes, sunset kisses, strawberry cheeks and chocolate eyes... Love is demise Love is surrender

is Mother dying? i hears strange new sounds late at night... train screech car wail but yet no one for miles... love wakes up- quick fix of grass to hold her over till clasping hands with her man thick clouds are putty to a mind leaking thoughts and memories of mirror reflections... cigarette corner- grime disguise- a man slaps her ass as he walks on by he collapses onto all fours mouth frothing foam which metamorphosizes into crimson rivers- he chokes... Jim warned about drowning in desire Syd was the piper before dawn Dylan was, Hunter was... Allen saw sinking madness and happily departed... waves of dissatisfaction and anger threatened to topple our trite monuments wash over city infections church cult jailhouses halls of human destruction- all lost to The Flood. new eyes will gaze upon the Phoenix Sun.

Piper sings down the street traded in his flute for some strings wondering what the morning brings with his hop-scotch walk going down to the store picking up his old shoes hard travelin hot foot blues he's early, so he sits on the curb and he sings: i don't know much about this crazy place i keep waking up in i don't know much except that it thrills me as i sail with the wind- paper skipping through the alley- like a petal blown through the plains- i don't know where i'm going i just know that love awaits for me and you while we sing down our blues Piper's friends are two long shadows that sing his strings the blues from his wise old homely pa he's carrying some late bad news sinking on a white dove mattress his wrinkled eyes seem new his sweet smile slowly spreads as his words swim throug: don't let your tears soak through your mind don't let your sadness sink your ship disregard a darkness looming stiffen up that prideful lip El Dorado waits for me- a paradise symphony lurking in my every action calling out in my dreams for me... you'll go there too when you conquer your blues hallow steps ring forlorn lurking down lonely street spark ignites burnin bush as lover's eyes first meet travelin' in twos, to share the blues not so much to hold singing songs with harmonies till both their hearts grow old... nothing sings quite a tune like prophesy, fully fulfilled incomplete souls reign free white dove sings through loves hills Piper grins as he looks down at the sun made silhouettes grinning back as his mind clears suddenly it all makes sense how them two came to woo she's got a shadow too

no man's gonna free me, not me... they'll chase you, yes its true right out the blue they're after you but you may get away that day's today and here they're coming... they won't catch you if you run away, my friend they won't catch you if you run away, run away! they're not me and you two funny people laughing away ballet feet on wind through meadow mind blooming divine... o'er forbidding hills where Sunlight's will sends flowers whistling and make it yes we will through the arches of golden seeing... they won't catch you if you run away, my friend they won't catch you if you run away, run away! out of sleep unto the sacred noon weaved by Love's loom out into the day- the birdsong waves sing seas to calmness they won't catch you if you run away, my friend they won't follow over raging waves, they're for the brave they won't follow out of their own graves, my friend they can't catch you if you run away, run away

singing silver moon deliver sacred sinking Sun color runs a shred of bliss rests on horizon moonlight may rake the tides in sprinkle spray of stars- milkyway's sweet bard what does it mean when the edges bloom? ritual of the mystical tune noon - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - a single star is shining in space it smiles upon the human race and even in their crooked ways it shines on and all the people close their eyes they meet the day with new demise but they all love to see their Sun rise and it rises on on its own the sea seems to move a lone wolf howls at the moon and it dawns not a minute too soon that it's not on its own two hands meet under crystal eyes gazing up to the miracle sky and soul's reflection ceases to hide when it swims in their eyes

follow me, down this foggy path we must take through the dawn I’ll be ahead if you get lost ill follow you if i trail behind and it's a blue sky sapphire as the night grows close obsidian night as we drift on moonlight home you may just realize you might just know you may just realize it's set in stone come with me between the oak trees please do not doubt their fruitful love water pebble grass tickles yr’ feet as you pass they only wish to show you Love in tune to sunrise let's be what we are let your lips harmonize with the whispering pines afar you may just realize you may just know you may just realize you're always home and as the day floods into spring of may our petals spread apart let in the Sun and then we'll know what awaits after we grow the sacrifice of light to time we sink with twilight the flood rushes over the hills into this dark night chant the old, the lost and the ill you may just realize as your form begins to roam you may just realize you've a long way to go and you're always going you're always going hail the goer you're always going - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Let me build you a house, let me place some sturdy stones by the feet of our old wise wooden front door let me encourage the grass it can be so shy when it’s cold let me paint the clouds over the sky sing the radiating warmth of the Sun conduct the wind to blow through our half opened dusty windows musky books too, weary paged reveal just as much. stare out at the ocean Mother’s great womb, from whence we grew carried by currents floating formless until sprouting through surface we wash our feet on golden sand. time’s shore preludes our realm that river pull pure imaginary and yet breathing alive life we share this we pass this on we dance our whirlpool minds back into loving stillness

Sunlight drippin' on our heads highrise won't reach heaven yet a stoney sidewalk will not grow with Love and light, even the crow sees the same sky I do same ol' Sun that I do sunny cups of morning tea hun, cheer up, even the bees see the same sky I do same ol' sun that I do Sunlight singing from a stream in time She'll hold us in our dreams don't you ever look right past the way she loves the way she laughs it's the same ol sky that i see same old sun that i see i love us kids and the songs we sing and Mother, She's in everything same old sky that i see same old sun that i see

here we are look what we've done didn't you know that we were there before we were gone? ain't it something? at this height- all of the darkness is as beautiful as the light - - - in december I fell in Love why? I don't know but in the springtime I worshipped the Sun why? I think I know well, it reminded me of Love - - - Jainist ponderings Krishna mind heart wrenches senses divine sorrow tides joyful waves color miracle flower saves river justice current laws chuckling frog gives no pause beatle passenger growth consume wind ambition bliss cocoon mischief snake petal boat fins of zen formless float - - - O, gentle lambs of sky, run not from the sacred storm but ride with it hidden garden, trace of Eden, where the sacred cow roam, take shelter from the storm under our wooden bridge... live on roam on live on roam on live on roam on - - - to lay unsinking on murky brackish- to think nothing and hear nothing to simply slip out of form my ears offer strain; dog crawls whimpering it's back legs broken. . . Sun rises around me haunting silhouettes sting my eyes they moan and groan i've hurt them they want to drown me as morning orange fades to yellow. . . honey, i want to feel their hands on me pulling me down i could sleep forever. . . i could bathe in my thick wet cement slumber and feel my muscles kick and scream forced to do what purpose warned not to- to remain still. . . i may dream forever. but if i awaken- i will drown in light.

downtrodden brain hangover mind rain after the headaches have ceased san diego washes my feet Mother's warm bath in palm tree fingers a lone mischievous lemon tree lingers- not all the fruits of your labor will bear sweet flavor but desire not golden sweet and you'll find heaven in defeat a jester in a sour moment a silver cloud among bad omens - - - Ram peers out- and we, not a single hand nor yet whole finger... but a gaze upon a gaze a massive, reflective whirlpool beckoning divine self-realization The Titan takes another step Christ gets back on his feet a Great Gear rolls and rolls and rolls... bards with eyes of citrine sing old songs in new melodies -cars on highway emulate foretelling winds distract not your neighbor's gaze if aligned with the sunflower... - - - atop Fate's summit banshees wail to the forsaken in their meager bones, have eyes that see your heart decayed, look not long! pay no mind, no mind to the undead's hungry eyes but instead to the clouds as they part- curtains to a more infinite heart and through its cracks souls escape close your eyes feel only the cold follow breath to new relief a fair distraction- Ram holding melancholy cheeks in warm hands woe disperses memory wheezes senses join hands the final silhouette paints a man dancing a great dance a great fire a great Love.