REGRET (3-16-04)

gnawing at my soul
I have no where else to go
reigning over my brain
without a care for pain
looking back without any possibility
of gaining that lost opportunity
turning into a pillar of salt
my life cannot continue;it will halt
what can reverse this dreaded regret
first, know that chance is gone and I must forget
second, proceed with my vitality
for while I was looking back in pity
engulfing my life was a new opportunity
third, and most important of all
one must never forfeit or fall
learn to rise in the occasion and cope
for the enemy of regret is dear hope
the past will always creep upon me
my job is to, with my will, make it flee
it must not prevail
or I will inevitably fail
I will look unto the future
with the lessons I have come to nurture
keeping my eyes constantly on the prize
before long that dreaded regret will become
a shrivelled petal that with a gentle wind of hope
is gone.

procrastinating

i procrastinate...
to protect my success........
i fear that my highest potential,my best is not good enough. for whom i dont know but thats all....i part

obstacles

the thing that does not let you move on......when you are by yourself, with no distractions, with no noise around you, in your own private quarters , it is the thing that keeps nagging at your brain and tugging at your heart..... You know exactly what it is that you must do, say, let go,,,,it might be someone you have to forgive, or some issue or gruge that is just so old you forgot how it even started and it is now gnawing at your soul.....or you might need to forgive yourself for some thing that has been already long lost in the sea of forgetfulness.....you might have to quit something or begin something new,,,, I dont know ......whatever it is you have to do....as the label so proudly states it....."just do it" and do it quickly......you know exactly what you must do.....there is noquestion about it ..its been confirmed and reconfirmed and then confirmed again......so what is it,,,what is the obstacle that stops you...us....from doing what we must do.....since theres no confusion of what we must do and we know that we will benefit from it in the end....that beyond it lies success, happiness, peace, joy.....and all that we desire as human beings....the only question i ask is ...what is stopping us...why cant we..what lies within us that blocks ...what force binds us when we want to do something with all heart,mind,soul and body.........just leap into it......maybe thats just it ...its a leap....we are so used to walking.....safely.....in the wrong path mind you but its comforting to know where your foot will fall each step you take......so are we afraid? are we afraid that if we take that leap the outcome will not be happiness...or is it that the status quo is so easy and tempting that the change we must embrace is just out of reach..? to go aginst the current, the grain is not natural for us.... What is this fear that basically paralyzes us......whats the worse that could happen....you could die....or are we more afraid of humiliation or of our ego's being toppled over....or damaging our reputations.....whatever.....when we dream we see what is real.....we see what we must do, the change we must partake in is possible...in our solice is where it is clear. .."reality" is where it all gets blurry...messages being blared at us to do the opposite of what we must do....where distractions abound us....where things get in the way....so is this our obstacle..."reality" this world? ...fear, this world...maybe it is simply .....us...we are our own obstacle to chieving greatness and pure bliss...we are fighting a war against ourselves ...a silent war no one sees or hears or knows about....but it exists...who wins who loses....all I know is that this obstacle whatever it is or whoever it is must be conquered.....and it has to be done quickly.

insane in the brain

why do some people do too much and are never content with what they do and others do nothing and are completely satisfied with life.....just a thought that came to mind.....after speaking with a friend who was listing all the things she was planning to do in the day , week, and months ( perhaps she was showing off but ill give her the benefit of the doubt, cuz im just THat sweet :) ] this thought also came to my mind after experiencing and remembering my last school semester when I was completely over whelmed with activities....Every moment of everyday was filled to the brim....my schedule was overtaken by school, work, family, church, friends, clubs, and ( God forbid) "me" time.....i hesitate to admit that i had a few breakdowns which are not as fun as you would hope..to say i spread my self too thin would be an understatement..Burned out, mentally exhausted, and uninspired, I find myself ( consciously or unsconsciously..doesnt matter) retracting from my list of activities...its bitter sweet because I am more relaxed and not in a constant state of anxiety but lingering behind me like some weird shaped shadow are feelings of guilt....:( Another interesting outcome of this new found free time is the realization that my identity had become solely based on what I did or what can be counted in a resume to be the uber."well rounded" human being......looking good on paper was not measuring up to looking good in a reflection or in my solice....this then takes me to another leg of the journey we all call Life......it is a place where ( as selfish, cliche or cheesy as it may sound) I must find me.....yes yes i know B movie Hollywood scripts have been more original and inspiring than this lame old same story of the (insert dramatic voice) young adult confused and lost. finding her way through this dangerous dark and daunting cruelty called Earth....well (snap back) nevertheless, I find my self in this familiar predicament ...so let my middle name be cliche and my motto be "woe to me" yes i agree that this all makes me sound like i am full of myself..and writing this for the universe to see may taint my reputation for ever ( i.e. employers supposedly now look at myspace when hiring) but I honestly could not care less....:) so whoever decides to actually spend the time to read this tidbit of my life...i thank you and hope that perhaps you would find a piece of yourself in my words and are able to at the least reflect if only for a minute on your own life and consider what you do versus who you are ...and if they do not align.....it is my "esperanza" :) that you can live life towards changing this.... :) INSANE...I THINK SO!

Send in the Rain

Send in the Rain
From whence it came
Like a raging river
Or a gnawing pain
Sunshine's are far
The heat of the rays
Are so distant
Like the moon and the stars
Sandy hills are dry
Like my lips on yours
They fade away
Like the wind passing by
Oh why
Do they
Do that
In such a way
Explain to me
Your worries
Your qualms
Your fears, my dear
Fly away
In a waterfall
Or in a cloud
Do not stay
Do not compromise
My love
For me
You must learn to rise
Rise to become
Part of the world
Breathe the air
Where you came from
Life is not a tree
That can not move
It just stays there
This can not be
Life is a sea
It changes constantly
It moves and grows
It laughs and pleads
Like a mermaid
Or a shooting star
With such possibility
You'll go so far
So don't worry about me
Because you are my muse
Rise, Rise, Rise
So I can too
Send in the Rain
Send in the pain
Let me feel it all
I will never fall
Or bawl
Or crawl
Only fly, fly away
With you
Darling, My dear.

week in the knees

Lovely sky
Comes over me
vvhen I wake
I cannot see
Come to me
See me through
Shake my hands
Like I do you
Can't you tell
You're holding me
Like a well
Drowning me
Save me now
Come to me
Seek me now
Breathe in me
Fish can see
will you be
The one who
knovvs the
whole of me
Catch a tail
Catch the wind
It's not hard
It has been
Hearts of shame
Jeers and tears
Never the same
It is here
It is near
Meet me there
would you dare
To see me through
To stay vvith me
Do not scare
Do not fret
It's all almost
Done, I bet
I haven't a clue
But please do stay
anyway

The Living Dead

Poverty is a universal thing
The misery and sadness it inevitably brings
Cannot be compared to anything else
Can never be understood by those born into wealth
Minute by minute, Day by Day
Check by Check, One can only pray
To survive starvation not to mention humiliation
Sooner or later I lose all sensation
For those who make it, I have much admiration
To sleep in silk satin, when the dirt floor was your creation
Not to say that you forgot
The days when everyone else's bellys were full
And yours was not
Poorness is like a shadow
Its something I can never out grow
Its a powerlessness without regard
of its victims no matter how hard
they try to break free from its grip
The mind cannot be tripped
The shine and bling from your silk and gold
Cannot give light to the dim story your eyes have told
Poverty is the fuel for my engine
or it can be the worst poison I can imagine
It is the energy that pushes along my wheel people
whom's backs are the seat of the have mores
They thrive on the weak and feeble
Although they claim always open is the opporunity door
LIARS, IT IS NOT TRUE
My color, history, class and being
Are too obese to fit through
I am not the type of person they are seeing
come through the golden gates of "opportunity"
why can't it be me?
what have I done that is so wrong?
All I have in the world is this song
that I must sing because I know
I am among many with this kind of woe
pain, strife, suffering, sadness, stress, and dispair
keeps me falling and falling until no one is there
until darkness devours you and becomes you
and one has no idea of what else to do
DIE.
But I cannot do this, why?
I can't afford to die
I can't afford to live
I can't afford to take
I can't afford to give
So I stay
stagnant, rotting
Feeling every open sore throbbing
And just as sure as you have sat there
and this poem you have read
I will continue to live and spread
the invisible truth and muted voice of the living dead.

Penny 4 ur thoughts...

An empty seat in a crowded train
A forgotten ten dollar bill in your jeans
Free hot chocolate on a cold winters day
The extra mile to the gas station your car ran while on "E"
The feeling that over comes me
When I thought I had lost my chance
The sigh of relief that exists my mouth
While enjoying a new opportunity
The slate that is clean again
As if the past were null
The clear vision that I now embrace
That was once obstructed and dull
The presence I now live Has become my new skin
Where once was regret, darkness, and fear
Now exists hope, light, and grace
This emotion I try to explain
Is an indescribable joy that was born from pain
It is beyond a temporary emotion
It is an inner revolution
It is a death row pardon
Shelter in the rain
A cure for a disease
Where death was certain
In the midst of the crowd
I am one who was not supposed to be
I was meant to stop existing
My soul was in shackles
The shield that prevented
The stab in my back
The favor that I lacked
Is now my saving grace
In everything I was always last
Today I am in first place
Do you understand what I have said?
I am alive.
I was supposed to be dead
The reason for this is, will be and was
My Redeemer and Saviour,
Lord Christ Jesus.
Amen.

kOOL Cat LEVAr BiRTOn: aN ODE

Brown lIke me
Brown LikE you
Does it matter if IM red
Do you no if I am Blue
ChAins anD strAins on My body
Have taken its toll
A pRICE I can not pay
With out giVing up my soul
A chAnge in the pResent climate
A tumultuous sea fortells
Hurricanes And BanEfuL Tsunamis
Have over flooded the Wells
No longer is the rain
A source of our Pain
BUt Soft drops from Heaven
Has become our slogan
Our mouths are wide open
Hour just voice must be heard
Being silenced is rebuKed
Given forth is the Word
A double you With tWo tusKs
Drives out the challENGing hues
when it all tURNS into dust
this should be the first clue
Young red blood is daily shed
code Oranges the threat
that maintains this eternal debt
T.G.I. the red, white and blood
to this We must stay tRUE
A trinity never questioned
a mysterious diMENsion never mentionEd
In a Vacuum we exIst
Where ViolENT ConsisTency persists
Divercity is blasphemy
to this, NothIng must cONtraDICt
but a Different stroke is the order
sorry coleman,no longer mono-color
A spectrum will noW govern
A ranbow will turn
The sea of lifeless greys
To flourishing greens of praise
Purple mountains of maJesty
have come to deceiVE us
and do not compare to the color of infinity
Sweet sweet is the sound
Music to my ears
Never heard before
Your omnipresence appeared
By the dawns early light so bright
Only the eyes to my soul could see
A tune so fine it can never be defined
A peace so still, how can it be
may only be found in
Another time Another place.

Chitty Chitty Kung Fu...

I CAN DO KARATE!
cHITY cHITTY bANG bANG
cAN i GIVE YOU A HAND
MY FRIEND MY BROTHER
THERE IS NO OTHER
WAY TO LIVE
THAN THE ALTERNATIVE
WHICH IS HE
IT MUST BE
NO OTHER SAVIOUR
TO SAY WITH CANDOR
THE TRUTH ASTHEY SAY
IS THE ONLY WAY
AND IT SHALL SET YOU FREE
AS IT DECREES
IN HIS WORD
THAT HAS BEEN HEARD
THROUGHOUT THE UNIVERSE
I WILL NOT CURSE
THE NIGHT IN WHICH I WAS LOST
AND FOUND THE LIGHT IN THE CROSS
I HAD TO PAUSE
FOR HE IS THE CAUSE
OF MY FUTURE IN HEAVEN
AND TO THAT I SAY AMEN.

7 train inspiration!

The Great Divide
Seven train 46 Bliss
2 girls talk at night
about guns and babies
Oh my goodness
Who would have thought
Train rolls in ding dong
Watch out for the closing doors
no seats to sit in
too many men in the train
so I lean on the doors
even though the sticker says "No"
Yeah right, whatever, surfing I go
Staring eyes are judging
thinking? I could not say
but as we roll along together
to Main Street on the 7 train
we each go one by one on our own separate way.

)SAIONARA( O Genki desu ka.

Sing it high, Sing it free
Let it go
Do not hold
the golden passion that you bestow
Inside you, Sigh why?
I do not know.
Crazy things happen now.
Crazy people change somehow.
Do we need them?
NO
I dont think so.
Cry, if you want.
What can I do?
If I dont feel that too.
Sail away with the wind
because this has never been.
It was never real.
I just can't deal
Anymore, Goodbye.

R.eally I.rrational P.oem

REST IN PEACE
Death smells bitter
it hovers darkly
makes you quiver
and roams around smartly
Persistent in its nature
Patient to its core
Nothing to lose
Nothing to gain
Does not care if you refuse
Quiet and still
Smothering and inevitable
a force to be reckoned with
Until your very last breath
Lurks around a lifeless soul
Waiting to sweep it like dust
the quicker cleaner upper
a tireless constant Bounty hunter
Never lies never dies
does not need to tell lies
Power and control
Destruction to your delicate soul
Apocalypse Now.
Revelation Later.
Fear and tears it holds dear
a freedom and liberation hater
Blinding chills is its will
An eternal black sea thick with blood
Never ceases to growl and prowl
Never ends its unstoppable goal
to devour and destroy
to kill and take whole
all of me all of you
and leave us without a clue
of what happened until its too late
to turn back the clock
and make good our mistakes
No regrets can rewind
the unwanted sins and past indifference
No one will turn back the hands of Time
It is useless to look at life in retrospect
In this very moment you are alive
At this second you have a choice
to live a life conformed and contrived
or change your course and lift up your voice
to the heavens and universe to proclaim
that you live a life without restrain
a new breath of life was given to you
a heavy burden was lifted off your shoulder
You are one of the chosen few
who accepted the call
and entered a place full of life
Hope and liberty to befall
on you in every way possible
emotionally, physically, financially, and mentally
Every aspect of life is quite stable
this did not happen coincidentally
A key you found that opened a door
located past the bondage held by Hades
light beams through its cracks and corners
Grace , love, and compassion seep through with ease
Found beyond these opened doors
something never seen before
Time does not exist here
nor does shame, sadness, guilt or fear
It has conquered Death
with a selfless act many years ago
a perfect son gave His last breath
then rose to the highest infinity as His abode
Today still exists this glorious place
Wide open to any soul that chooses to stroll in
Here, vicious Death does not show its face
Ergo to live is Christ; to die is gain.

dedicated To Old pals and New ones too...Yes you!!!

future hills
never kills
sidekick hands
become very bland
talk to me
with real words
not just smoke
have you heard
a blast to the past
two steps behind
should not be banned
should not be canned
so what have we learned
many things i have yearned
a world where one can speak
to flesh and not plastic
a convo with your face
a chat with good pace
its not too hard i say
to regress to the old days
when you felt my words
and i saw your gut reaction
and not a random voice in the dark
that has no human connection
flesh and blood communicated
is like a breath of fresh air
that enters your ears and your soul
so you must give up your control
and release it to the wind
and let it find its way again
to the one who was meant to bring
back the joy of speaking to a friend.

The Eye On.

we are dust.in the end we all are only small grains of nothing. fat.skinny.obese. anorexic. rich. poor. smart. stupid. a doctor. a painter. a farmer. a man. a woman. lived in a mansion. lived in a box. in the end this is dust.
why do we put so much value on the visible when our eyes are so deceiving, never accurate and its end we have established? nothing, its end is nothing. what if our eyes were able to see the state of everyones soul? would we spend countless hours and dollars obsessing over if it looked beautiful? would we feel guilty or depressed if it was ugly? Well, I would hope so, at least then we would be investing in something that, as we know, will last forever, as in eternity, as in will never die, will never be dust.
I propose that we willfully ignore our present limited vision of the temporary and live as if our eyes can only see the condition of eachothers eternity. We should embrace what we are blind to and attempt to uncover the other world invisible to us. It may be impossible but in all things impossible there is an ion of possibility. So perhaps if we try to look hard enough into ours and others souls we can catch that improbable Ion and truly observe the reality of forever. perhaps one day the veil would be removed if we will it so.
it is obvious but not obvious. we see what is not there and we do not see what is. our vision is capable of detecting what will ultimately be nothing. we are disabled. we are blind to what is real and worthy of our gaze.
this is my observation. whether it is accurate or whether it is all smoke. this my hope.
-Esperanza.

Since I Convinced My Prince

O prince my prince,
Where have you been?
I've searched so far and so wide
Would never think you so kin
You were so near, in this very realm
In this kingdom, so close to home
I asked around, searched high and low
To other foreign lands I often did roam
But here you were the whole time through
At last I found you although late it's ok
Time has disappeared and eternity arrived
So this love will always last, forever it will stay
A damsel in distress are a dime a dozen
I, in turn, set out to conquer what was mine
Climbed down my hair, saddled up the horse
Prepared my sword so sharp and so fine
A long hard battle I did have to fight
Against worry, doubt and impatience
I was looked at as odd and a freak
It was difficult, exhausting and intense
However, in my heart was always the key
I kept it safe and sound until I found you
Although a few scratches and dents here and there
You were able to unlock the door and come through
Into a world of bliss and indescribable joy
Where the clouds are under our feet
And the sky above continues forever
You, as tom said, have made me complete
My golden knight with your shining armor
You could not have come at a better time
When my heart was ready to burst for you
We are so perfect, so pristine and oh so unbelievably divine.

Nostalgic Nonsense Never Needs Nuance

Today I saw coquito on the train
He came into the doors screaming
Door loiterers was his complain
For people to move into the middle

He looked like the old sailor man Popeye
With a set grin and wrinkles to match
A brown leather pilot hat that rested on his head
And crooked hands that scratch

He mumbled under his breath
To no one in particular only the air
People looked at him with indifference
As if he wasn't even there

I remember as a Corona kid
Begging for 50 cents so I can buy
A juicy red strawberry frio frio
From the shaved icecream cart guy

My lips would turn red
And I pretended it was lipstick
Coquito rang his bell as he left
I waved bye as my ice I licked

Those sticky muggy summer days
With the hydrant working overtime
Lasted longer and sweeter
When Swedish fish were just a dime

Now they suffocate me with endless work
No summer breaks when you have a a 9-5
No school lunch Linkin park adventure walks
No packed sweaty van Sunken beach drives

Light tank tops and cut up jean shorts
Worn chancletas to click clack by
That was the whole seasons wardrobe
It was so chic, so dope and oh so fly

Ashy skin, fuzzy hair, black sole feet
All rules were out the fire escape window
A license to live came with the New York heat
A life of yellow freedom, the pace always slow

The biggest stress was the tiny splinter
On your toe from the wooden floor
But alas the hero a mothers nail clipper
And a father's mop made smooth planks galore

Neighborhood kids would congregate
To devise mischief throughout the town
Torture a cyclist with a sandal-bait fishing pole
Or run marble-staircase races up and down

Betty in front of a church signing the way to safety
The world's best foot dog on my corner street
It was our secret the van that housed our dear Eddie
And of course our personal bodega under our feet

Red warm and crashing electric summer storms
The task was to bring in the hanging laundry
And out went the pot to collect the heavy wet drops
Then in socks and flashlights came a scary story

What a time! What a world!
So small and serene and yet so infinite
June to August the time to explore
The crazy adventures that never quit

And yet they did some time ago
I don't recall exactly when
But I really do truly miss them so
And every so often now and then

A nostalgic flash takes over my mind
On that corner brick stoop I carelessly lay
Memories so sweet never to be left behind
Like Coquitos' frio frio on that warm summers day

2-27-01

I have come
to the conclusion
that I need a revolution
in my life today
and it can not wait.
I need a way
to make a change
so I can say
I have come of age.
In every occasion
and in every situation
I come up with an explanation
to redeem me
before the exploitation
of my spiritual starvation.
What can it be
or should I say who
can come to save
my life and my soul.
Now I want to be real
I dont want to front
I want to be true
to my self in this rut.
I'm open to whatever.
At this point I dont care
I've seen and felt
Rock bottom
at least that's all I can bare.
I've been there, done that
Dont want to go back
Why is it I never call Him
when my life's not on track
The track of being faithful
being only in His Word
The track of never compromising
even if its absurd
or awkward or weird
or whatever.

M and M

May days go by the way
without a word to say
he walks long and tall
wherever the wind guides he obeys
whatever whenever
theres no rule to his view
it is neither here nor there
twisted through and through
Chileando we go
flushing meadows is the place
crashing waves are calling
the colors in the sky go away
my time was lapsed for a moment
singing hit the road jack
but never did i see you
in the morning light
in light we see eachother
in darkness my eyes are blind
to the mystic illusion
of a world gone by
step by step i stutter
catching a glimpse
of the colors I wanted
in my minds eye
so deep you wanted
I can not describe
the journeys that come
in the callamity
mi mi mi ma
came and went
trippy puerto rican water tap
is all the show for me

Revolution Solution...

My head my head
I am you, you are me
This is the fight for eternity
Never forget the end
Of the souls friend
Revolution is community
No man has been an island in the past
Alone, you will never last
I need somebody too
In my house I will receive you
Breaking bread together
Isolated, the edge is sharper
That beheads the weak
Cut cold in my sleep
Never saw it coming
Figureheads are plenty
Shepards are not many
I am just like you
I am one of you
The multitudes are dying
In our beds next to us
While we are sleeping
We must open our eyes
Our lives are the mirror
That reflect light so bright
It can never be denied
Change in others
Is a change in you
Laugh, cry, live, with your brother
Mouth to mouth resuscitation
Come down and touch me
Give me your word, a declaration
Uplift my head with a smile
Your presence has healed me
Love is touch, touch is love
Be there for me as I do for you
Hand to hand we are free
Where is your head?
Walk with the like minded who dare
Look up instead
Empty words are polluting the air
There is no time for blindness
We can not see the broken
Obstacles unnecessarily raised
We became one on that day
I am not a superstar
I have suffered with you
Cried and prayed its true
I have come to be with you
I am tired
Foolishness abounds me
Challenges are needed
Truth is for the revolutionary
Dead souls revived
Resurrected on this planet
A sun will set with out anyone
But you have risen with me
There is no other option
You can not escape
The world is full of vision
But is empty in its revelation
Where do we look to
Who do we speak for
Breath on me…..
Be the miracle
Be the change
At night I heard your voice
A sound I could not deny
Chosen to listen
Directed to follow
Why cant I go then?
And so My heart aches
Egoisitic pride has devoured my courage
Justice has scurried in the wake
Of liberty being shattered
A weak body does not mean a weak mind
A weak mind means a weak everything
Strength is derived from a source
Able to provide for all humankind
Everlasting darkness is not possible
For it would not exist without a light
Will I be one that destroys the night
Or abide in it as my stable?
My head my head…..

Sight Unseen

Ive tried to be less human
To not feel the pain
that comes with living
Sometimes I want
To rip the skin off my flesh
But I know that is not possible
What more can one soul contain
When the end looms so near
Do you shout roar or explode only inside
What happens when a universe
Exists inside you unknown to the world
When do you say 'enough is all you can take
A cloud creeps closer
And I try to ignore its existence
But as much as I wish it away
It grows even larger and deadlier
Sad is the day when I cannot express
The rage and emotion that becomes me
I tell you now that we are here and now
This moment will go away
And can never be recreated
What is real what is illusion?
What are we not seeing?
Do we need to know what we cannot see
Will the invisible ever touch me?
If you do not follow the rest
The world becomes wider and endless
So where does it end
I can not say….
It is frightening yes but this is
what many would call life

In The Sky

IN THE SKY
Changing hearts
Heal open scars
Darkness comes and goes
In the fleet of a moment.
A world abounds me
Unknown and endless in its nature
A journey I can not see
but I know is there.
An invisible giant
A trojan horse hiding
the future inside
When will it come out?
I could not tell you if I tried.
Sky high I fly
with life in mind
twists, curves and turns
The chosen path I must find.
My heart will lead the way
As I shut my eyes and take the leap
My passion is the wind
A force so strong; a will so deep
Patience rides along to keep the pace
Anticipation looks ahead to what is to come
So many emotions join the race
and will remain until the adventure is done.
What is my calling?
Where do I belong?
Who am I supposed to speak to?
What am I meant to be?
Unanswered questions fortify my resolve
to follow true to my calling
to never settle for side line seconds
Never will I rest or give in.
On this hunt with no treasure map
My minds eye tries to assume the continuity
As I step forward with each new step
New ground is formed in the country of me.
In this new land
I have yet to discover
The world is better
Larger and more complete
Be patient my soul
Take courage my heart
I hope for peace of mind
For life is about to start.
THE END

Lingering Lilies Laying Lifeless

Immortal Soul Immortal Soul
How you groan with no where to go
Blind to the future
Chained to the ground
Crying out for freedom
Searching to be found
Raging roaring rivers flood and overflow
Soft whispering winds tell a secret from long ago
But you, old soul, know not the path to take
so difficult to satisfy
so difficult to placate
Colors hide the answer; Music is the key
Ever changing, ever moving ever plagued with vanity
One day I had a dream
Where the swirls all amde sense
I saw the wider connection
of the chaos and the mess
A still life drawn too close
It was to much for me
the color the strokes the texture
Help me taste it help me to see
Echoes in the still of the night
profess what is to come
But you will never know it
Always on the run
Heavy tears in a room consumed with darkness
Fall so quiet no one can hear
a rage so deep and so sharp
a horrid fury full of unwanted fear
When will you stand up
and face the truth you hold
inside the sun is shining
and bursting out from every pore
Time is getting restless
the earth rumbles and groans
Oh soul take heed and listen
to the sound of your return home
Your light consumes the darkness
In the silence your voice is heard
A comfort so divine
A concept so absurd
In the morning I will rise
I will love with out hesitation
Never doubting your existence
holding on tight in desperation
Immortal Soul Immortal Soul
Torture you feel each day
A heaviness to be lifted
A sadness that must not stay
Be still stay strong see straight
Let me lift the load you lead
Come out from the chasm you inhabit
Into the glorious grace to be freed