How I like when this time comes To take a break and make the sums, Plan the writing choose the theme To best express my daily dream, The scene is fresh from previous night with the memory still clear and tight, which will help me to portray and paint my verse in such a way, aimed to make you smile a bit for your soulís true benefit.
IíM FROM A PLACE WHERE WE ROCK OUR SWORDS IN OUR BACKS LIKE MEDALLIONS WEARING EVERY PAIN WE FEEL AS SOME SACRIFICE WEíRE MAKING CARRYING AROUND BURDENS LIKE SWEET MEMORIES CROWDING UP OUR SPACES OUR FONDEST MEMORIES FILLED WITH FEAR AND REGRET MISSING OUR MOTHERS IíM FROM A PLACE WHERE LOVE IS SOMETHING TO BE WEARY OF RATHER THAN KEEP YOU COMFY KEEP YOU WARM AND CUDDLY THATíS NOT IDEAL FOR US LOVE KILLING YOU SLOWLY BREAKING YOUR HEART DOWN PEELING BACK LAYERS LIKE CLOTHING LEAVING YOU NAKED ...
Slowly these thoughts accumulate their burden on my mind is great forcing me to resort to sleep reforming all my love to hate I wake and I am drenched in sweat staring at my lonesome silhouette is that my future glancing at me drowned in salty waters, wet these words orbit inside my head what once flourished, now is dead constellations of man-made regrets of the twisted, tangled words I said
but whatís in my mind should not get out or in every other mind theyíll sprout
ARE YOU STILL ONLY ONE OF THE SLEEPING †(10/1989, Southern California)
momentarily contained here in this landscape of hair and skin i feed the sky with my persistent breath the earth with my life as the sky breathes freely back into my body and being a much deeper song of completion wherein each moment is a new dawn here within this open circle of being i am as consciousness molds on some instinct is listening forever with patience beyond the sun of its sum for i am a desert waiting for something more than sand alone can ever explain...
The miles between Your face unseen Your touch not felt The hand weíre dealt Forbidden dream The space between Your heart and mine Canít cross the line Out of touch We want too much Cruel trick of time A mountain to climb A love so strong Canít be wrong Even with the distance