from the notebook, baby

believe in your self and the light inside

I am an ocean in love with the moon
and we are pulled apart and then we join
and my light falls into your eyes again and again
I am a warrior,son of the last hero
and tonight the fire warms the old man
the key is always lost and found again and again
I am the rain that covers the land
and I am the dust and the winds that blow
my heart is me and my heart is you
and there never was any seperation
inevitably

without earth there is no heaven
this is the only place to make things right

and I'll dissapear like bliss

And I will disappear like bliss
where the soul doesn't need me
hiding in the random and mundane
cauldron of mighty power

She's on the phone
he keeps his foot on the gas
put a quarter in the machine
engine guns the blast

Plastic and glass
no more milk
here in the middle of the new song

Beauty of the field
orb floaters flitting away
white lines of power
always seem to be saying

Take off another mask
the full moon is here

And I will disappear like bliss
where the soul doesn't need me
hiding in the random and mundane
cauldron of power's mighty seed

In this day of rain and fire

In this day of rain and fire
an empire of dust
an empire of space
holding the moon
holding her face
hear in the heart
the last trace is fading
dream the sound
surrounded by you
dream the sound
and drink the view

make it all new
make it all new

drumming the blood &
drowning the worry
flowers are seeds all
tossed to the sun
in the season of your joy
and all the pain
you know may come

leave the light on
leave the light on

like all the broken people
and the dead heroes throne
this starry blue ceiling
just burst into the real

in this day of rain and fire
i saw you shaking leaves
all dust illuminated
white light and life's desire

leave the light on
leave the light on

make it all new
make it all new
make it all new

kairos

luminous plane

cut off

death of the hero.

witch-hat

edoda

the return

In cotton, the trucks drive black and red
the plastic falls fall until the burn is dead
and somewhere here between water and light and bread
the ghosts throw little rainbow pencils at my head

no return and then return
no return and then return
danger. no blame
danger. no blame

Everything has changed

This giant bird is now on fire
and there is no reason to talk
I'm just driving along with the one I love
and there is a ghost in the truck

Indian sign language
in the here and now
Indian sign language
between two worlds

Now there is a thunder in the wind
and it's coming here again
A thunder in the center of every little thing
A thunder in the middle of the world you bring
A thunder in the heart of everything                                                                                                                                   

another world

yeah I'm fading

into the endless sleep

and all I'm thinking

is that its really deep

and the rain is bleeding

out into the deep

and I'm fading

into an endless sleep

nowhere is here now

like a ghost to pay

and nobody is coming

to show you the way

yeah this is the falling

of a waterfall called rain

flooded out cars

tumble down the drain

floating down the day

everything is made of clay

broken parts last here

but the inside is a flame

pure and unmade

The closed coffin

Red

Born aloft on fire
from omens of death

the promise to escape
into the the new

golden wings and the slanting sun
rebirth of a the chance world

fountain of the One
drops of water fly
from elemental wetness
like diaphanous bats

driven by the thin line
obeying the original stars
to travel
to drive
through the waterfall of the sun

upward from the cave of released hunger
this mortal plane
place of darkness and choice and suffering

upward we grow
into the slanting silver light

upward into the buzz and the drop
of the mother world

Total collapse

Oh well it's nothing
passing the time inspired
brass candle burning in the warehouse of ruin
night of many stains protected from the rain

This reflection of rounded space
like split circles and the ball dome of heavens bliss
or feathers and many intelligent leaves of math
casting shadows from the invisible phosphorescent sun

To the living chaos in black and green primordium
tooth, feather , skin and claw
twin of my twin
father of my father
mother of it all

You are the bound and framed
a burning ball of fire sun
scattered like dewdrops on the ceiling
of my tent
the coyote, the camera
outer space

And green old stinking river
perhaps I love you more than all the rest
heat, light and cotton ball fluff
birds all over the place
I shall never see you again
outside of memory

Born aloft on her golden wings
with fire from the slanting sun
omens of death and the burning eagle
last promise of a chance
to escape into a new world

A call which we will fail to heed
all heads in the screen
A call which we will fail to heed
all heads in the screen

Fountain of the one waterfall of the sun
this rainbow light
your drops of water fly upward from
elemental wetness
like diaphanous bats, cave released and fluttering insanely
driven by the hunger
a thin line of decadent lawlessness
obeying original chaos
to feed on the stars
to travel in black leather
to drive through the dark desert air

This is what we are
This is what we are
This is what we have always been

from the notebook

(drawings from last years notebook)

wounded and blue

Nothing and the true face

the farce of human power

the last vision

dogbone highway sign

life in the depths

playing in the sun

painkiller

the end is near

temet nosce

the souls wound and the truth

ish