free furniture

always be weary, of free furniture
blindly believing, though you're not really sure
realize the two truths, of all appearances
relative and absolute, have intrinsic radiance

walking through the walls, prolonging happiness
chasing down shadows, no grip left to grab, unless
unless the perceived, justify what they see
ya see, the mirror never lies, but distorts everything

everything and illusion, everything overturned
don't hope for success, don't fear failure
supremely confident, far beyond a finish line
its all relative, bend matter with your mind

letting go of control, over anything
destroy the definition, and the walls come crumbling
the mind is infinitely, deeper than the sea
more vast than the ocean, free from the beautiful distractions

you can't transcend, over anything
cause all is empty, yes all is empty
all profundity, is already
within the mind, yes within our minds

Hope, Faith and Love

reflective evening
full moon's radiant light
uneasy feeling
bleaches away the night

stoic yet savage
steadily my fears subside
free from the damage
that you so often provide

you're so
riddled by questions without any answers
your soul
seems stricken by some sort of cancer
i hope
you find the things you're looking after
i know
you're capable of life that's full of laughter

so
despite all you've done
i have nothin but hope, faith and love

dawn will devour
the moon's nocturnal sight
the darkest hour
soon my spirit ignites

strangely i'm certain
heaven and earth collide
no longer hurtin
mind, body and soul unite

you're so
riddled by questions without any answers
your soul
seems stricken by some sort of cancer
i hope
you find the things you're looking after
i know
you're capable of life that's full of laughter

so
despite all you've done
i have nothin but hope, faith and love

Keep Hiking On

well i find that i am
my own worst enemy
cause i seem to shoot myself
in the foot constantly

still i hold my head
just as high as i can
excuse me for a minute
while i go climb this mountain

ya, everyone's got
their very own mountain inside
some are diggin in the dirt
while others look towards the sky

stop and smell the flowers
life's a cake, i cannot wait to devour
i got a lust for livin
decide your fate, life won't wait for your feelings

i've been known to be wrong
maybe just once or twice
but if you ain't really lookin
then you'll surely pay the price

you may find yourself dead
at a battlefield called regret
eating all the words
that seemed so hard to prevent

you gotta pick yourself up
from the grip of the graveyard
pay attention boy
or ya know ya gonna get robbed

stop and smell the flowers
life's a cake, i cannot wait to devour
i got a lust for livin
decide your fate, life won't wait for your feelings

there's so much more to this
than point a and point b
don't worry bout the destination
its all about the journey

sometimes you gotta fight
just to make it to the dawn
so zip up your man-suit
and keep hiking on

ya you gotta zip up your man-suit
and keep hiking on

The Village

I am from the spiritual void,
where man knows no neighbor,
whether or not they're a girl or a boy.

I am from the depraved loins,
of a culture of convenience,
worth measured only by dollars and coins.

I am from the polluting lights,
of a cruel concrete jungle,
with simply no end in sight.

I am from the calculated mold,
from which everyone is too cast,
just to get shuffled back into the fold.

I am from the helplessness of hope,
only to sell off any aspirations,
to end up dead, in debt or just broke.

I am from the languished lands,
of betrayal and brutal bosses,
whom make terrible demands.

Although they may pillage,
and then persecute the value,
its serves to solidify the village.

Mother Moon (Its Rainin')

Its rainin'
and I can't get her outta my head again
Its rainin'
again

The moon she shines so bright
when she peaks her head out, from the clouds, and smiles with delight
But she only shows the way
if she pierces through that veil, thick as hell, that'd turn darkness from day
Now I can't go home
sittin' through the storm, all alone, with no telephone
No telephone

What a wonderful evening, in such a terrible place, to find myself so stranded
It's that strange sort of feeling, that familiar embrace, that I find myself now demandin'
Her eyes are so seductive, my eyes I started rubbin', just to see if I was dreamin'
Cause a little bit of somethin', is so much more than nothin', when you're dealin' with this feelin'
Still I, don't know which way to go, oh no
cause I, can't see the road

Cause its rainin'
and I can't get her outta my head again
Its rainin'
again

See, I've been battlin' this road
hour after hour, of saturating showers, and I'm skatin' so slow
But she pulls me like the tide
even these conditions, that she's been steady dishin', won't make me subside
Cause I'm so damn dedicated
but I'm lookin' kinda lost, in a sea of thoughts, and I feel faded
So faded
Lord knows I am fated

And what a wonderful evening, in such a terrible place, to find myself so stranded
It's that strange sort of feeling, that familiar embrace, that I find myself now demandin'
Her eyes are so seductive, my eyes I started rubbin', just to see if I was dreamin'
Cause a little bit of somethin', is so much more than nothin', when you're dealin' with this feelin'
God, I gotta keep it truckin', I'm runnin' outta luck, and these clouds are keepin' me from breathin'
So if she would only show, then I would know which way to go, and I could go home

Cause its rainin'
and I can't get her outta my head again
Its rainin'
again

Mother moon, won't you lift me up
you know I need your lovin' tonight
Mother moon, won't you lift me up
I got this feelin' that its gonna be alright

Red's Cottage

So let me tell you bout this woman I know. Her eyes glow just like halos. And just when you thought the room couldn't get any brighter, she smiles. Her warming glance so strangely familiar. So much so, that I had to ask her for dinner. I remember I'd seen her before, though just in passing. Cause it's so hard to work with an audience so distracting. I had to move, but how? How could someone with so many demons grab the attention of such an angel? Determined, I grabbed for my bootstraps to pull them up high. Zipped up my man-suit nice and tight. The pen did my talking, for it was too loud to think. And made my move when she retired her drink. Just something to brighten your day, is what I would say, to this girl who captured my eye. Then simply leave, as she unfolded the sleeve, to reveal what was inside. A simple little letter, from a gen-u-ine feller, hoping to give the gal a smile. Who said it was dead, that chivalry-cred, that always seems to be on trial? Her eyes carefully scanning the message, to which she blushed and grinned, melting my heart, or should I say my vestige.

But now it has been a while since we've basked in the Sun's loving rage. A blue moon or two has passed since I have visited Red's Cottage. Her warm and welcoming grace is now hiding in the shadows of a dark crevace, somewhere in the big city. I have tried raising my antenas towards the sky to broadcast her a signal. I so badly wanted to tell her that she is appreciated and missed and that she is so pretty. But, alas, my message fell on deaf ears, lost somewhere in the infinity of space. These memories and feelings cannot just be simply erased. So have I squandered the gift of love? She offered peace while I offered a shove. My ego wants to place blame on false factors, though I know that I must not empower my distractors. For if I do, then there is no hope to recover. No chance to learn and grow, and I will be doomed to repeat my past. My short comings are all my own, so I must strive to break the mold, destroy the cast. If happiness is a choice, then I have chosen the latter, at least as it concerns to this matter. So as she goes off and lives her life, I will forever remember the times that she helped me to feel alive. And through her, I have learned more about what I truely want, what I truely seek. From now on I will not allow myself to be deprived of that which I desire.