Five Twenty

Scurrying out the door
Death by the battery is held
Block of space
Remained between the frequency
Silence could not avail
Before the music played again
Raging upon the skin
Gentle echos flowing free
Where the softness of pillows lie
Comfort finds no way to sleep
Intertwined by the brain's sustain
The glissening dew has captured you

Nevermore

The wind is spinning around the view
To the vast emptiness I bid thee adieux
Mornings dewdrops fallen
Slowly rendering images
Unknown of fear
Shadowed beneath the pane
As the window opens
In flies the rain
Now soaked by gentle wonder
The beginning is
Already was
In the moments behind now

Untold

Following the path
Not yet been endured
Driven mad
By one's own train
Thought processes flow
Silently away
Forgetting moments
Live now for the dream
Smile regardless of whether you know how
Brightened by the shadow
Whilst merely glancing out the door
Awaiting this week's end
For untold memories to begin

Frayed Absense

Timeless chambers holding down
The violent hugs of roses from now
Traced by nothing that ever will be
Yet joyous and triumphant
May it fill me
Let me fly
Until the left brain has taken
The right half for a spin
I fear my sanity is fading again
Chartered patterns that lead into this
Are reminiscent of dreams long since sold
The pain is so happy
So empty and free
Yet no love to embrace
No fruit for me to taste
This harmonious wonder
Has me losing what is real
Seems the decision has been made
The heart has spoken
Nothing left to do but enjoy the ride

~Structure~

Her porcelain lips shimmer in the twilight
Softly awaiting the kiss all too long deserved
Now it seems she is still waiting
A princess with a humble self image
Being cherished from afar
Without knowledge
Building a value of himself is dragging the chain
Yet time refuses to slow or be detained
Until the reality becomes a known
Aspects of mentality can be adjusted
Yet we may never know
Preconceived ideas are all we have
And without looking beyond
We may never know the possibilities
The sun will rise
Tunes will fly
What will be
Already is
Just waiting to be found
Moments overlooked
Years of wisdom and misdirection
Creation of the depths of the chord's structure.

No-think

For-thoughten by the winds of chill Against the time and ageless chimes Craving nothing but beyond Happy Forget the future Chase standing still Until everything is free flowing Words will caress I stop only to breathe And there you were

Splendiferous

Amazing what a change of wind can do
Smiling against the backdrop
Echoing within the madness
It falls into the sunrise
The dew becomes another
Day is to be perceived
Changing nothing but
Point of View
The lost pirate
Finds his way

Structure

Her soft skin shimmers in the twilight
Softly awaiting the kiss all too long deserved
Now it seems she is still waiting
A princess with a humble self image
Being cherished from afar
Without knowledge
Building a value of himself is dragging the chain
Yet time refuses to slow or be detained
Until the reality becomes a known
Aspects of mentality can be adjusted
Yet we may never know
Preconceived ideas are all we have
And without looking beyond
We may never know the possibilities
The sun will rise
Tunes will fly
What will be
Already is
Just waiting to be found
Moments overlooked
Years of wisdom and misdirection
Creation of the depths of the chord's structure.

Sprinkled Memories

Chasing thoughts of now
Wondering amidst the nuero impulses

Garbage

Social obscurities abound
Into what is no longer around
Forever entrenched within these chains
Pain is the only way to gain
Follow the path all covered by brier and brush
Society languishing
Our country in turmoil
Yet selfishly I gaze upon my own
Desiring nothing more the silence within music
And harmonious triumph
Breathe now
The heart still beats

Todaysies

The flowering melt downs life's tale
Enter this now a review of failure, yet success of likeness beyond belief
Gorge yourself on the knowledge and be aware
This is no trial
It is the final chapter
Life is ending
And we have no say
No control
No time

Calling

The abyss is calling me again...
Come home, the voices scream louder now
Darkness is all you should know,
And forever there you will go
Forget thoughts of light and joy
Fleeting memories of youth's farce
OPEN EYES
Bewildered by reality
Tomorrow holds another breath
Nothing more, Nothing less
I was never meant to be
Balance can be restored by a single remedy
But weakness imbibes my ability
To attain even such a menial wave
So serve the tide
And ride this pain
Forever is nothing
For me to gain

Joyless

Suffering the breath
Against weather's grain
Nothing to find
Not even a brain
Stress beyond worry
And life without passion
Taken before
Dreams are attained
Forever flowing away
From the path meant for thee
Float away now
Before you become me

Senseful

Grasp the handle
Before it is gone
The days of many
Is soon to be found
Solitude and harmony
One in the same
Record the silence
Before it is gone
Like everything else
That has decided to move on

Disappear

Although expected
Shattered non the less
Chasing dreams of yesteryear
Is nothing but a timeless
Trial
Directionality of the lost
Begin a journey full
Laughter and tears
Not to be shared
Tomorrow's so for away from now
What will it bring
All unknown is fear

Sunset

Although the night is upon us
I feel the sunrise again
Yet they still stir in my head
These feelings of terror
Angst and unknown
Are to be expected
And yet they tear apart
The fibers of existence
And eternity's gaze
Is still staring
That day is not here.

Duration

Caress the ignorance of time
Follow the path of inquisitivity
Folded within the patient venue
Staring into to void
Grasping what is fictional invisionment
And breathing the fresh new lack of air.

Rewind to Now

Unless the verse needs to flow
Beyond the infinite afterglow
And into the voidless walk
To be gated by the memories of another day
Another way
Listen to the chords as they meet
Frequencies free flowing
Against the phantom sunrise
Released upon the vitality stage
Forever to be found
Another risen showcase
Buried alive amongst the waste
Cross over to the mentality
Yesterday has yet to be

Frost

Light fades into the room
Sorrow is gone before the dew
A spectrum of existence
Carved into the view
The company of another day
You might find
Is sitting under the under tree
Somewhere in your mind
Breathe in again
Time grows faster beyond your soul
Frosted with memories
That from yourself, you stole

Memory

Carry the weightless journey tight
Beyond the lacquer and liquor's court
Folded between the angry chair
Discover this challenge and fly
Horizon chasing the landscape
Until they meet again
The collision of regression
Casts a shadow on the wall
Forever chasing the running man
Until ravaged and broken
You find yourself alive

Chipping Away

Something inside
Finds another soul
One that is lost
Away from the road
Against the sunrise
We must travel again
Dreams of everlasting
Eternity's grin
Happiness abounds
Solitude surrounds
Hold on tight
This will be a bumpy ride
Down the road
Drowning in the rain
My very own thoughts
Are driving me insane

Mesmorizing

Wondrous fields of vision's gaze
Lunging toward a bright new existence
Planed along another's shelf
Where comes from this place
Morbid traces of lost memories
May I find the words
Fly into this night
To be shaded from the darkness
Until yesterday returns
And finally I can bind
This feeling inside
It is screaming so softly
I can hardly breathe
Continue now
The future is near

Ablaze

Dancing on the horizon's edge
Bursting with tangerine folds
Engulfing the sky
Wondrous melodies chase the morning dew away
As silence turns into the day
Smile again and you may find
Happiness in the sunrise
Today has yet to become dusk
Hold tight to yourself
Never let go
Don't get lost in the stare
For it may transform once more
Stay now
The moon wants to sing
Before it fades

Journey to the Center

Frantic arrangements of yesterday's past
Shuddering before the frosted glass
Cold and wet
Wrapped in warm memories
Chasing the string
One times six
In my grasp
Forever more
Tuning into reality
I seem to have found
My feet are no longer touching the ground

Mindful

Twilight shattered by the horizon's gaze
Tomorrow is looking bright
Still slightly out of reach
Yet pain seems dulled by its presence
Wondrous dreams of what may be
Maybe this time we will see
Forever is a long time to feel
Another one strums the rhythm
As the chorus begins to rise
Soloing no further
For we were meant to be
Until all fantasy
Becomes reality

Drenching the Pavement

Stranded by the side
Against the walking way
Where ever there be light
You will not find me
For in shadows I thrive
Feeding off the silence
Chasing a dream of years past
Strumming it's chorus again
Listen with me now
Cam you hear the pain
As it fades into the distance
Sunrise has brought a new day
Take in these moments
And hold on tight
Dream scape's calling again
Into the horizon we go

Falling from this desolation, I find there is a sunrise still to be seen. Life and love are attainable , and I want both

Follow me now into the void, be not afraid of the unkown forces driving the stake through my heart, as I can not be released in such a manor

Changes

Regardless of the situation
Life is ever changing
Our paths are not always easy
Still we must traverse
Grated by the trails
Forged right in our way
We must remain true
Or love may never find
Its way into this life
This world
This time

Slowly

Falling into it again
Wanting nothing less than everything
Chasing dreams and singing songs
Until everything that once was
Becomes again
Exploding smiles into the atmosphere
I wonder how long it will take me
To get here

Sliced, Not Diced

Let it tear the flesh away
Until there is nothing left
To press or to play
Eternity is gazing into the glass
Forged inside depths unknown
Tomorrow's yet to come
Memories cherishing
What is already there
Before the breeze
Into the sunset
Fall into the clouds

Climbing

Laughter and play
Unleashing the sunset's curve
Wondrous claims of existence beyond
Voided by nothing
Against the background like a painted tree
Swinging in the imaginary breeze
Solstice of delight
Happening with ease
Willing to climb without restraint
Dreaming again
Might not I find
That it is some where other than my mind that I belong
Cliffs of the sanity's peak
Will never undo fate

Unconscience

Rendered helpless by life's ever changing grasp
This whole world is turning away
From into this void we are thrust
No chance for anymore or less
Than what we find
Waiting there
Insanity's sound mind
Smiling with a crack
Dare we who look back
Remember the darkest of days

Against the Waves of the Tide

Chasing my head around the view of life's gaze has led me to believe that happiness is a selectively warm gun, with very few bullets.... Honestly, though, here I sit at age 31 starting all over again, no point in all that so we will just find a way to remain on this couch, and in this chair for the next 30 years or so until they haul me off to the loony bin or whatever they call it these days..... the boardroom on my head will convene again someday, but we have taken a sabbatical from life's pain to enjoy our own personal anguish...
THIS IN TURN WILL BE A GOOD THING, BECAUSE MONEY WILL CEASE TO EXIST FOR ME AS A PRIORITY.... ONLY MUSIC AND FOOD WILL REMAIN ON THAT LIST..... no more doctors, now more considerations of re-entering the USMC, no more thought of greater things..... just a little warcraft here and there, and my part-time job that just doesn't pay the bills..... this is sure to be one of the most difficult transitions in the history of my life, and yet I must take it in stride, as the other involved has been scared by my actions and words, and it is time for her to be free of me, I seem to be a curse to all who know me, and it is probably best if I could find a way to sever contact with the world in general.... or maybe just find a way out of this country, and into a new one to start over.... and since my words are always getting me into trouble... I should find a place that can not understand English and move there.....that way if my mind speaks before I am ready, no damage will be served along with the gibberish that is my thoughts.

Tomorrow is yet another day, and I may find that I have nothing left to offer this world.... or maybe I do..... but that point here isn't me at all, it is all about letting go of the chains that bind. Certainty may be found at the bottom of the bottle.... I just hope I don't start believing that again... as it has been almost 5 years since I drowned my fears and sorrows by losing myself in drunkenness....

Spinning a Top

Spiralling backwards into space I find
That it is not myself that I have in mind
Another has gotten away
From this against the broken day
Followed through the dark and dim
Will we ever be again
Silent words of caution then break free
Into the world must you be
Forever lost with my heart's beating gasp
You may never know or read these words
Still I will wait
Until the music fades

Sunday

Finding understanding within the spirals of existence is an amazing thing. Rare, but still it does happen occasionally...... sing a song and play along until the sunlight fades. Smile at the Cheshire Cat before he disappears again, and eat the blue mushroom, not the red one!
Follow the yellow brick road to the Dark Side of the Moon in hopes that the curtain isn't hiding a short man who could also be the owner of the Moulin Rouge.

Yet I digress ..... life is full of suprises and who know when one might be a good one.

If not, eat the poison apple and cease to be.... only existence is real, and reality can bite sometime. So where do we go from here? Who knows..... I certainly don't.

Struedel

Laying about the empty doorway I see the stare
Painless like a moth on a sunlit dew covered blade of grass
Until this recedes there will be nothing i can do
Revelations of the bullshit within
Is there nothing that remains sacred, or are we all just a part of this intergalactic fuck-fest where you are either losing your mind or your soul.... but no one single purpose does it seem to serve. Mindless zombies walking through the streets buying technology that will inevitable fail due to lack of power which we are using up all of the Earth's resources to create.

The sun will rise and set each day and yet we do nothing about the color of the tulips in our neighbor's yard..... and again I find that maybe, just maybe, we may find a day of peace...... I mean true peace where the bullshit ends and we don't have to hear our own thoughts chasing us away from our dreams...... for all we are is one in this big ass universe and who really knows how long we will remain here... just be sure if you are in the area to stop in and see my uncle Ted .... he loves visitors.

So plant your trees burn you Styrofoam, and see if they balance each other out..... better yet stop throwing your trash onto my planet.... and for the sake of all that is holy please don't eat the peanuts from the bowl at the bar... that's just too disgusting!

Bull Mother of Incomplacent Sobbing

Raging inside me now, I find nothing..... nothing but overwhelming emotions spinning out of control. I just spent almost a full hour watching as my poor kitty tried to pee, but he can't..... damn bladder stones, so off to the vet we go in the morning. But here is the bullshit that I face: I need to spend this paycheck on a new car or I will not have a way to and from anywhere.... so I will most likely have to let them kill my precious little friend, I will never get to hear him purr again..... I don't know why I get so attached to animals, but I do.... at this point I don't fucking care why, I just want the pain to end.

Death is a never ending cycle of the universe... but it is not supposed to be a decision, more like an event... one that has no rhyme or reason. I most likely won't be sleeping for awhile as I am about to ask someone to kill the only friend I talk to on a regular basis..... how fucking pathetic am I?

No sense is meant to be made from my thoughts anymore, just stress and agony. But where else would my music derive it's dark aura?

So here is to you Marti, I hope that tomorrow finds us in another existence.

ದೋ ನಾಟ್ ರೆಅದ್

Italian drenched in a swirling gate
Grated and graded
Odor's forgotten sense

Did anyone taste the creation off course, maybe after the third leprechaun has gone to sleep. Only then will the fire be soft enough for you to sneak through the shadows. And yet , you might find yourself falling into another somewhat nonsensical arrangement of jars... all filled with peanut butter to about three quarters of the way , and the rest of the way with some kind of spam-like substance. Dare you take a bite of the sandwich that is sitting on the table in front of you? Of course none of this is even happening , so you are going to take a bite.... in fact it appears that the entire thing is gone, now silence falls and spiders crawl again the walls are tumbling, "Green gravy files inside of electronic smiles" is all that you can seem to say..... seems that you may have become a bit of a local in your journey amidst the faeries.

I do so hope to someday meet the friends from that plane, where else could I make sense of myself? And who ordered the damn pizza? Maybe it is the hunger I seek as into this madness I creep and forgotten once. Wrecked solstice in my hands, shall we play again?

Must Remember

It has come to my attention that I may have just spent the last few years of memory in a stasis of on-going delusional depression.

Let's back up a bit... After quite a long run of inspirational journeys I found myself with my own band and living in a beautiful area with nature all around. Seemed like what you'd expect to find at the end of the rainbow. You know, happiness all around... music, friends, bonfires, and even a party or two!

One day I lost control of a door when slamming it in rage and there was no more guitar, no more music... it had faded away, into the clouds. So then it seems I dive into a fast moving stream, where the fish are smelly, and they all drive trucks.... but oh man the green that fell from the corporate sky! The thing about fast moving streams is that , eventually, you have to jump out or face the falls ahead! After a crash like that is is so very easy to assume that the agony inside is from the loss of the stream. When, in fact, I never dealt with the loss of my music.

So now I see, it not too old to be. For within existence, lies responsibility: to fly, to play, to sing, and to be.... for the universe has happened, only when it is allowed, to retrace these memories for us to enjoy.

That being said I now feel I truly understand. what has been holding me, making me doubt...now it is time to live my life!

Silent Snickering

Echoing within
Painted against the background
A masquerade of sorts
Becomes life's purposeful course
Changing and overflowing
Everything has gone pale
Beauty
Perception
Peace
All inside
Moments like these

-sjp

Snap - a - long

Yesteryear has brought us here
We lie awake and wonder
The day is frosted in visions of hollow
Sold by the vendor to auction
When will we begin to find
Doom is not not yours nor mine
Salvage the pieces of retired foes
In hopes of reality
Finding your pose
Now stand
Along the way we find
Touched by the pass of a moments glance
Silent yet screaming
Heard by the trance

Hummina Huh?

Yet again it has been found that the timeless wonder that is the human condition has led me outside of myself, curiously waiting for the changes that are inevitably coming.

Like watching a tiny little frog try to get across a 6 lane highway in the pouring rain during rush hour. It's not impossible, however, the probability will not increase by staring at the situation.

Have you ever eaten something out of the refrigerator without first checking to see how long it has been there? Also not a good idea. As the temperatures rise outside, I am finding it harder to make excuses to stay out of the heat. I like it, the sweat... and patiently I will sit in the sun and burn the flesh from my bones. All in a call or several calls.... whatever it takes to here the voice that brightens a normally boring day. Yes that is right I have Brad Pitt on speed dial! We talk several times a day. And I am also trapped inside of my guitar for hours on end... just waiting for the sun to rise.

Speed limits are in place for a reason, although I personally don't feel it necessary to pay attention to them. Why limit ourselves? Why should we settle for less than what it is that we truly desire and need in our lives? Again no answer would make sense, except that we shouldn't. Never accept complacency from yourself. Ambition is the drive of success, and we should all be chasing it daily.

A golden retriever that is 2 years old sits down in the road to die... hoping that someone will hit him before they see him.... that makes no sense, yet it is what those of us who do not have ambition seem to do. Why? Maybe because tuna fish doesn't taste as good from the pavement, and we prefer to eat cheese on our broccoli.

Nonsensicality is the purpose of the boardroom within, and it will reconvene Tuesday June 19th at 6:45pm, please do not be late, as we will be discussing the renovations that are going on against the will of the masses.

Should you find my phone please email it back to me... I am lost without it.
Again spread the watermelon on the table then cover it with whipped cream. this will allow the fantasy to find a new level of entertainment. Do not add water after midnight. And never, under any condition, are you to eat the table!

How about the timeless wonder that has become today?
Forgotten yet the topic of today? This presentation has been brought to you by the letter "A" and the number "1" , as they go well together.

Thank you, come again!

GrrrrAvitationality

Thus begets unto thee the possability that you don't understand yourself.
But why would you ask that? What does it mean?
To be quite honest, you have been running in circles for quite some time now... and the ground is getting thin. Age means nothing... only the heart can guide you through. This is quite a paradox of insane findings....

Against the odd shaped boxes is the answer that we are all searching for, however... we may be to late to see the reasons that have brought them to light.

Anxiety is driven by the very same force that has held you down for so long....
the escape that was once there is now obvioous to you and the voices that dwell, to be nothing more than a drug party.... a distraction from the reality that has passed.

Too many lost days.

Does anyone ever really understand themselves? I used to believe it to be so.
Now I know it is. However.... how do you rectify a situation that has condemned itself into the void? You make a sandwich and have a glass of tea.

Even still the pain that has grown is lost beside the road... like a racoon that just wasn't fast enough. Why, you ask?

Simply this: If we were meant to be constantly doped up and out of our minds... we would have been delivered unto this world with a Morphine Drip permanently attached to ourselves. And yet we do not... So one must conclude... yes definitely...
That the decisions we have made that have led us this far has laid these results before our feet. And now we must repent.

But forgiveness is so hard to grasp... why is there mercy for the wicked things that have been traversed by such poor judgment ?... Only the self that was before the drugs would really understand the answer to that.

Life is so full of bullshit anymore that I am amazed when something REAL actually shows its face.. or the MUSIC is bright and clear enough to open my head back up and let the boardroom convene.

In no way shape or form has the ranting of these voices today meant to imply or defy anything within myself or yourself... please be advised that confusion may become entangled inside.

Be sure to donate your blood for there are many people out there in need of it!

Thank you... and Come again!

-Peace-Out-

Fragile (Fra-Geee- lay)

Broken and scattered
Thoughts are becoming
Once attained
Now contained
Trapped and aging
Silence stirs the night
Golden moments pass
Time and water flows
Running against the crowd
Craving the unknown
Reality has been
Tomorrow's fruitful grove
Smile endless shine
Hold onto the purity
Candles fall into play
Whipped and torn
Lodged for the day
Early sleepless
Happiness will pay
Price of nothing spent
Abstract foreign signs
Of music paying rent
Watch and grow
Be the change
Chance for pain to flee
And happiness to be

Again

Yellow turtle crawls
When will he see
Tomorrow is mythologically insane
Never to become

Wonder and wander
Within the twilight
Gravity upside
Downside aging through

Severed simultaneously
Heart and soul
Feel the fear
Taste the pain

This may only find
Another one in mind
Yet afraid of life's stare
You gaze without a scare

Frightened joy
Permeates spirit's flow
Words entangled
Chopped and sewn

Frozen wrath
Of exstacy
The past and future
May never be

Existence is futile
Resistence in vain
Emotions overwhelming
Today is again

Run on

What would happen if the tide ceased and all was again frozen within the demension that is now? How could we find another moment? A second or minute to move beyond that frozen point.

Posabilities are that you will never really know if this could be. (Odd of our minds functioning with the entire universe at a stand still is 1 in 597,856,974,978,253,420,679.001672) That's a very unlikely probability.

When you make a peanut butter sandwich do you spread the brown paste on the bottom or the top piece of bread? It all depends on your position in the womb as an embryo. Again you will fail to see the point within my brain's methodology. Or maybe you won't.

Have we discussed the situation going on last Wednesday? That was a wonderful time! Guitars were singing and so were the humanoids..... music is the freeing embrace of enchantment. Blazing against the sunset we climb into the sky, again flowing with anxious little pods of light... otherwise know as pie.

Hablas con quesa in la vida. But I do not speak Spanish or Italian for that matter...
Estoy muy triste porque mi pero mi polio~pez y mi mucho amore mi polio~pez. Like I said I don't spick da Spane laguage at all too well.

Tomorrow will be another day.

This rambling has been brought to you by the letter "X" and the number "17"
We hope you have a nice day! Thank you, come again!

Walking

Forever entranced
Force of existence
Lost among the veins
Flowing timeless wonder
Downward
Soaring
River's bend again
Delivery abstract
Gazing reflection
Beyond the view
Traversed never
Destruction at bay
Until fried banannas rain
Disparaging faint
Forlorn by disgrace
Words abide
What the walls can not
Emotional bliss
Canned by ignorance
Break into the wise
Know not of the life
Before it was safe
Ruin's gait
Becomes my own
Follow me
Dare if you go

Here and Then

Today marks the new begining of my thought process. No more preconcieved ideas of doom. Just open interpretation of reality. Dare I make my brain a public walkway? Maybe it will be too disturbing for the innocent. But who am I to tell them that the blood on their hands might be that of another? Reguardless of the outcome, this day has come, and soon I will be enveloped within.