golden shades of hue nothing we do is left watching shadows sift through heads, walls and doors from you these golden shades of hue deceased thoughts feeling blue turned pages changing flowered cages running red under doorway graveled gateways in great rolling fog soundings of thunder in this age we travelled we, the dearest of … Continue reading golden shades of hue
I parachuted down barely missing the point on the top of that skyscraper looking out my window writing on paper I wonder in this concrete town what tomorrow will bring? feeling warmth of the sun warm like a hamburger bun the blue sky so bright but, today I'm dulled sunset calms the night I'm an … Continue reading I came to town
are you as lonely as we sitting on bar stools in corner beer bars? like a string you hang up in our most northern sky after last call for alcohol we stagger to our cars so small we both are perchance in time of night we gaze awhile at each other under your inebriating lonesome … Continue reading up in the northern sky
we forgot this place after 100 years not seen with eyes nor heard with ears the weeds grew hardily the trees slow and tall we think back and ponder in sheer wonder of it all.
it wasn't God who told you to be good... it was the hypocrite. God remains silent. God doesn't judge, only man judges men. cry out to the heavens for an answer and what do you get? more silence... the gurus say look inside to the inner self... but, no one is home. try to please … Continue reading the family of man
follow the crowd of conscious delight be not afraid nor suffer from fright we are who we are try as hard as we might we'll never be who we aren't only ourselves this is what's right.
transition a mission ending beginning remission unknown situation feeling and sensation dreaming dreams of wisdom coming true... waiting, as passengers without a clue in a subway station for a train our salvation named the real red, white and blue.
you live in an angry clown town where they don't talk they look at the ground spouting their stupid mouths off half cocked all the time in senseless rhyme... they walk by faces like rock they don't like you cause' you 'get around'. they 'hate your guts' cause' you're different... you don't talk like them. … Continue reading clown town, U.S.A.
would it matter in a hundred years we are gone? fortune cookie says... 'it depends upon who you ask'.
nightmare dream sugar and cream burnt coffee infusion sorry friends gotta' be mean we're in a dream reunion like never seen a bad trip hallucination when all that matters to you is how you feel you slip on the banana peel of reality... cause' in this world no one cares about anyone but themselves. a … Continue reading dream reunion