the knee

allows the leg to be

more than a thing

as does the foot

ambitions

a very dangerous game to play


often leads to conflict with life


which is what we are

wild

civilizations word for free

love

a state of being

and not something you get from another


although it can be shared


being loved is of limited value

until it is shared


we all grow up in our own time

one man

on man is short
and another one tall
to see them as two
has been our downfall

one spirit is all
my heart has been told
the voice was not soft
it was spoken quite bold

all men are brothers
i know that it's true
tho this is suspected
by only a few

all are yourself
the same essence inside
but to hear it i know
just might hurt your pride

pride's just a shield
and it locks us away
in chains of restraint
that won't let us play

life must be free
to unfold as it should
all our thinking and planning
has led to no good

the spirit of life
is its own plan you see
it can't be improved
and it sets us all free

for love is the gift
that it shares with us all
there's no time like the present
to answer its call

on and on

on and on through life i go
it's an endless wander
still i know that in my heart
i just keep growing fonder

of all the people that i meet
of all the creatures here
more and more i cherish them
forever hold them dear

they seem to be so real inside
tho many no more show it
with outer shell they've learned to hide
but in my heart i know it

all are one  -  as has been spoken
mostly long ago
still i feel i know them all
the bond is still unbroken

a friend of mine

a friend of mine
not long ago
asked if i was crazy

i said no
i don't think so
but i might be lazy

all i want to do is play
and fill some girl with fun

my conscience doesn't bother me
that part is surely done

i like to do the things i like
my heart says it's ok

to have some fun  -  make someone laugh
don't censor what you say

just be your self  -  it's lifes own plan
and you must live it true

don't worry what those others think
that's not the life for you

the past is dead  -  ideas burned
you don't get nothing back

your life is now and you'll know how
there's nothing that you lack


kind of silly but i like it

day of mourning

day of mourning
no more scorning
this i do implore

tell me why we act this way
help me know the score

i have wondered all my life
in this land of free

why we never quite turn out
to be what we would be

still i know here in my heart
as i think of you

here inside we're all the same
no matter what we do

perhaps the truth we do not serve
perhaps we do not know

just what is the truth of life
who really runs the show

ourselves we glory
same old story
with our egos grand

always sure of who we are
and where we make our stand

a word of caution we might heed
in our current state

too much power can mislead
and result in so much hate

please don't bully and impose
your will so upon others

life tells me with every breath
that all who live are brothers

the other side is still yourself
no matter where you go

the truth of life will be revealed
to those who wish to know

and are willing to accept
the truth of what actually is

divided

divided over where we go
what we do and what we show

seems to me  -  now that i'm old
it makes no sense what i've been told

the truth inside must first be found
or life is one big run around

if you don't be just who you are
you'll wind up wishing on some star

and wishing always leads to sorrow
always living for tomorrow

but what about your life today
just dreaming lets it slip away

the here and now is what we are
truth can never be that far

let the whole of now be lived
so nothing has to be re-lived

life on this plane of existence

at this time

life on this plane

is a salvage operation

wanting

wanting indicates a lack

which is a lack of openness