Seasons

In the sun
In the shade
The deal made
To break the chain
Of my command holding hand of green money
Coins tossed and all are heads
Changed to red
Blood money
Red

Your say it's fair game
Two remain under paper rules
Puppet fools
The jury
The Book
The stop lights that never seem to fade away
When the sky is grey
I'll cut a check
And cut it loose
Heaven to keep me to choose...

So stop the deal stop the wheel
Turning all that we can feel
And gather up gather round
Let the sound come around your real life
Living
Lone trail of steps that never seem to end right
Magic numbers are your friend
The enemy a trend
Images you have to bend
Don't give in 'till the end.

Given Chance

Roll the dice
Splice your fate in two
A new door to what you can see
Or one kind of reality

Rubber wheels spin
A smile glares
Into glasses filled with fortune
Like a counter moves on and on
Count me in
Or count me out

Surrounded by magic dust
Eliminate the rusty rails
That hold me tight
It's within this night that I dream
Of swirling sounds that keep my peace
Twirling images glitter with sky blue voices
Changing

What is leaves is from this tree of harmony
Bearing one for a taste
Bearing down on dusty roads
Sand filled holes
With weathered blossoms blooming
On the side of this ride

Coloring worlds and mistic chance
Gambles from behind the walls
That stalls time for a moment
And what is left for you?
Only you can feel the moment
Only you can reach the branches
As they open as if to embrace
As if to hold you
And trace your thoughts for me

Following the fomula in vain
I remain standing in place
Marching in place of hidden traces
That reveal water
Earth
And glowing hearts that sense
What it all means
As a kept secret known by everyone
But me

This flowing stream of mind images...

The dream

Awakening

Calling for peace
Calling it seems

This calling degree
That tempers me.

What Is The Time?

What is the time?
Time to relate...
To walk through the gate
And see tumbling rocks
Tumbling blocks of clay
It's time to stay
Away from all that is
My heavenly bliss...

What is the time?
Time to erase...
All the mistakes
Of the past is the future
Like rain on land
This heavy hand of worded vices
Splices your mind into sublime
Rhyme for reason
Preacher preach to me...

What is the time?
Admit my day...
Hear! I am
Hear! You are
Hear! My car
Rolling four wheels
Rolling dice of life
My life I say
On a tray to display
Everyway I turn is the sign
That leads me astray...

What is the time?
What is today?