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Believe Too Singer 

I hope I come across a bigfoot in these hills

I hope a UFO hovers, hovers over Norris Peak

Skinwalkers can keep their distance, along with the ghosts

But I wouldn’t mind more lined up synchronicities

Or any ancient symbol carved into rock

I believe too Singer, it’s more fun to believe

There’s an infinite amount of unknown, yet discovered, mystery

What about the other 50 areas before 51

What about the Georgia Guidestones

And all those insidious triangles

The after-beating-heart dimension

The angels and the spriits

The inward search is endless

As above so below

I believe too Singer, it’s more fun to believe

There’s an infinite amount of unknown, yet discovered, mystery

Indra

Web of Indra, you’ve done it again

Nobody can shake it, just vibrates more

Go to room to learn about the box, but what’s outside it

The gold, the gold you crave, the gold you crave

All the avenues, lead to single point

The parable a metaphor, the metaphor a parable

Follow bliss, at all costs

Don’t wonder, what could have

Could have been

Ten of Diamonds

Found a card on the sidewalk

How it happened to be

A ten of diamonds, I’ll never know

Gears turned around with a guiding hand

It’s a town not like others

A car on the interstate

Containing a comedian and a clown

It spoke to me, like it did to you

A living please, it’ll happen in time

Most of time, consuming my mind

It’s a town not like others

A car on the interstate

Containing a comedian and a clown

It spoke to me, like it did to you

A seven-button bandit had mercy today, and more

More vibrations to come, a quake in the heart perhaps

Sunlight

The world is burning, burning up

It’s been burning, burning up

But open your heart

Sometimes you find a peaceful patch of ice

I need to go out

Let the sunlight hit my skin

Just to remind myself

That the world still spins

The wood in this cafe

And the photos on the wall

The leather chair I’m in

And the Edison light bulbs

The Joy in melancholy

And the cure all drug

Electronic abyss

And trying to read minds

Wooden heart

Who am I to judge but I often do

Keep a grudge, that’s okay, but it ain’t serving you

Not a lecture or a teaching moment

Is it conjecture or seething foment

Lungs expanding in unison

Taking turns like the moon and the sun

I have no reason to be done

Let the two, have some fun

Words are fun but they all have weight

The state of the state ain’t great

There are no errors, are you serious

What am I suppose to do with that, I’m curious

A wooden heart full of splinters

Smoothed over by time, sand and winters

A ribbon for participating

Choosing love over hating

Filter

Struggle with what grows

There’s only one side

To the absolute

Oh boy what could have been

There’s little funding

For the truth

It get’s lost

In the filter

Corporate mouthpieces on the news today

Ignore what’s right

For a paycheck

The planet is a ship

And it has sprung a leak

It’ll take everyone

Deep inside

Deep inside my heart

Deep inside my mind

Deep inside my soul

I want to know it

The ball of fire within

The glow inside

The wisdom that is and isn’t and beyond

Is there a secret in there

A key or a truth

So deep inside that it’s everywhere and nowhere

Thump Thump in my heart

A wave in my veins

A motion that never began and it sure as hell doesn’t stop

To get in touch and be present for it

To find home in default mode

How to reach it

The face of god

Not the one alluded to in any book

Not anyone’s opinion of it, but it itself

The god not inside, inside a box

And I don’t no I don’t mean church walls

The object without form

A light that eludes all description

The calmest exploding sea

It doesn’t, no it doesn’t need you

It is you and everything else

It’s not the ego but the ability for it to exist

Framed paper on the wall won’t help you

And the coins in your wallet are useless

Pride and aversions and attachments

Blacking it out from view

Numbing your fingers, unable to feel

The human condition you can’t heal

I write like I know

I just know other people do and have

I sing like I know

I just know other people do and have

Clapton billy preston pity

I could get a pile of money

But that’s a whole lot of work

I’d rather be sitting over there

Digging a hole in the dirt

Clapton Billy Preston Pity

I got a lady at home

And a dog to boot

No, I’m not kicking the dog

It’s just a figure of speech

Clapton Billy Preston Pity

I got a melody stuck in my head

And it can stay right there

Perhaps fall asleep

Perhaps I’ll fall asleep

Clapton Billy Preston Pity

And everything’s free

Except our hearts

But your ID will donate it

If you checked the box

Clapton Billy Preston Pity

You already had the key

And you always did

Even though you lost it

Downtown last week

Black Hills diddy

Kay’s so pretty

questions

No one tells you what’ll even happen, even though they try

In the dirt go seeds and those who die

Lie back and wonder up at the night sky

Questions that’ll make you cry, that boil down to why

Reality rationalized, is a rude disguise

An explained existence, erroneous 

At five, thought I knew alive 

Ten, Jesus in again

Fifteen, gettin’ into green

Twenty, still no money 

Every tunnel is competing for you

Don’t get sucked in, don’t get locked in, out of the blue 

More questions than answers

After all these years