much time has passed

much time has passed since i was young
not much has really changed

the game goes on and i'm still here
not changed  -  but re-arranged

my heart still cries  -  i love it so
and spring still brings me joy

yes i'm alive and i don't mind
inside i'm still a boy

much time has passed yet i still play
in this land of terror

no more to hang my head and cry
i don't regret the error

mistakes were made  -  i bless them so
for through them i did learn

if you're going to play the game
you better learn to burn

what part of my self

am i not accepting


perhaps the first question

we should ask our self

she was

she was such a gentle soul
heart and truth the only goal
but hardship on the way she learned
more than once the did get burned

in time she learned to turn her head
avoid the truth and lie instead
for a while it did feel better
no one lives by just the letter

soon the heart began to close
hardness took our gentle rose
all soft and kind was brushed away
no longer would the soul know play

on through life in mindless rush
push and pull and such a fuss
nothing left but guilt and worry
on she rushed in such a hurry

always tired  -  no joy in work
more and more she learned to shirk
duties seem to drag her down
sometimes feeling she might drown

her own center she had lost
spurned away as such a cost
it happened when she first said no
stick the truth  -  i just won't go

life itself's still bright and free
but when from truth we try to flee
we turn our backs on its true way
now we will have the final say

truth and love and life are one
to close our heart blocks out the sun
it's love it seems that most men fear
tho the word is spoken dear

most in time give up the flight
give up darkness for the light
for truth and love are life its self
this is true and endless wealth

if we can give up all our dreams
all our plans and mighty schemes
we'll find our own true destiny
again live life as spirit free


wrote those words a long time ago

still like the sound of them

but not sure if we humans

know how to be free

we start in on children

we start in on children
so early today
to program their minds
when they should learn how to play

a child needs the time
to first know its self
and it hurts to be told
to just get on that shelf

with no time to consider
just what this might be
we rob them so quickly
of their right to see

it seems plane to me
the old way's not so smart
as we rip up this planet
and tear at its heart

in spite of the terrors
which now fill the land
the stink of pollution
so carefully planned

we still tell them all
that "i know what's best"
but the results that i see
sure don't pass the test

the innocence found
in the eyes of a child
the master once spoke of
in terms not so mild

"be as the children"
is what he once said
the will to respect them
today seems quite dead

most just play roles
that were forced in their mind
with no thought of nature
now so hard to find

a fresh look at life
is the gift of new birth
i we don't respect it
then what is it worth

there are those

there are those who have not heard
yet the silent sacred word
but the lord of life does live
still unceasingly does give

love in torrents to us all
if we but remove the wall
built around the heart so strong
and sentenced us to so much wrong

this was never meant to be
all were at once sent forth free
give up the fight it has been spoken
and the heart will be unbroken

but each must try in his own way
to face the truth of each new day
and live a life as it should be
with open heart and soul that's free

i went to a party

i went to a party on saturday night
and the sights that i saw gave my heart such a fright

the masks that we wore were so ghastly to see
i stood there in silence  -  how could this all be

the noise was so great and the smiles so untrue
most were afraid and the others just blue

i watched for a while then did go away
but soon i returned  -  still with nothing to say

the din was still growing and the music so loud
soon i was into the mood of the crowd

we're here to forget just how lonely we feel
for a while to pretend it's not such a bad deal

the wine it's a flowing and the smoke is so thick
a sane person by now would lie down and be sick

but not me  -  i'm so tough i can take it all in
as we strut for the girls and pretend we're still men

now it's over at last and i'm home here alone
all the girls turned away  -  no one threw me a bone

in a while i will sleep till the sunrise again
and try to remember just where all i've been

the head full of aches and a sadness inside
to be such a fool and so full of pride

maybe in time i'll grow up and reform
but it's hard in a world where conform is the norm


seems like we always blame someone else
for our situation with our self

these times

more than a little interesting to me


sometimes

once before

once before the trust was broken
when the truth was freely spoken
men were free and knew lifes way
life was not some game to play

now our heads are hollow vases
stupid looks on all our faces
respect for life not to be found
pride in self does so abound

selfish ways will be our doom
for love of life we have no room
truth could yet redeem our lives
yet greed so far is all that thrives

kindness is what most have lost
frustration fules at such a cost
a selfish heart can not see clearly
and love's the gift we need so dearly

a word of caution

a word of caution to my friend
the world will break who do no bend

the flow of life goes on forever
and there is in truth no never

on and on through time we go
as life proceeds with its own show

the perfect way is always clear
but only seen when truth is dear

they say today you're free to choose
take any path  -  you just can't lose

but hear me friend  -  life has its way
it's not some silly game we play

mothers weep

mothers weep
we live like sheep
the herd is all we know

live for pride
the child do hide
an act is all we show

to live the truth
would save our youth
but that is long forgotten

the sands of time
are oh so fine
inside we're slowly rottin'


the gift of life is one for all
the wise man knows it so

yet in our greed and desperate need
it isn't love we show

our wants become our only guide
get it all  -  oh how we tried

yet in the end we all have sinned
from truth we learned to hide

             

gentle words

with gentle words he spoke to me
you think you are  -  but you're not free

your wants and dreams still rule this life
and they're the source of all this strife

the gift of life is love and grace
but in this world they find no place

man today just lives for dollars
none are free  -  for all wear collars

slaves to all the things still wanted
live in shame as pride is flaunted

this great addiction is our plight
its cravings fill each day and night

we suffer from our endless need
destroy a world our final deed

this need not be our lasting fate
there is still time  -  it's not too late

but each must learn we're born to serve
tho few today have found the nerve

to break the chains of greed and fear
and serve/love the life we once held dear

                     ********

i am

i am not here to challenge you

i am here to stand beside you

and walk with you


if you find a challenge in life

you brought it with you

goals

one of the greatest crimes

we humans can commit

on our selves


the modern addiction

our current affliction


some take charge of their life

some keep up with their life

we all have to find our own way

the gift

so rarely recognized

in our time

by so many

of us humans


it seems to me

so few even wonder

any more


life for so many

is not the gift

it once was


humans have become

the main problem

life has on this particular

plane of existence


the creatures of the field

have mostly just survived as they can

as have some humans

we have a problem

we have a serious problem in the world today

we are a serious problem in the world today

as children we are taught how to preform

how to act

now  -  instead of living  -  we are acting

playing roles

in order to sustain the role we must repress our true nature

which means we are repressing life

and living a lie

experiencing ourselves as a lie

lying both to ourselves and others

we are now several generations deep in untrue existence

the parents are playing roles

the teachers are playing roles

the preachers are playing roles

we play roles with each other

with our partners

with the children

with our selves


this role we are playing  -  this lie we are perpetuating
  on ourselves is stifling the

Truth of our Existence

we are creating distance between our truth

we are creating barriers between the role we are playing

(who we believe ourselves to be)

and who we actually are

this leads to great conflict and pressure inside our selves

this pressure is making us sick and mean

this seperation from the truth of our selves  -  what life
  created us to be  -  makes us afraid

the sickness and fear and violence in our world is a
  product of our unnatural existence

and will continue to grow until we give up our
  unnatural existence

we are emotionally constipated  -  constantly frustrated

the conflict between our true nature and the role we are
  playing  -  the lie we are living  -  leaves us no peace

the thought processes we involve ourselves in are constantly
  seeking escape from the pain and fear and conflict and frustration

this leads to our great confusion

we create and endless stream of ideas of what we think
  will make us happy

we live in almost constant torment and need

all the time trying to act like we're not

we are taught to act confident  -  when we're not

we are taught to take control  -  when it was control
  that got us this way

life is not to be controlled

life is to be lived

to be lived and experienced openly and fully

we repress life and expect to be happy

that is insane thinking

the creatures in zoos are not happy

they were meant to be free  -  living their lives and taking
  their chances in a free environment

thinking the we are ok when we're not  (so called positive
  thinking) will only make our situation worse

more lies won't help

it will only lead to more disappointment and frustration

the truth of our existence is the only hope we have


without respect for life within and without our selves

our situation looks pretty bleak to me

but every day is a new day

all the girls i've loved before

an old song

and one of my favorites


first heard it by julio iglesias

later he did it with willie nelson


a great song


if it wasn't for the girls

there would be no reason

to come to this little planet

december 7, 1941

where my father was that day

this world

this world

is nothing like the world

i was born into

over 73 years ago

but it is still

where life is

for me


was born in 1944

some called us war babies


the human race

sure seems to like

that war crap

but i ain't like that


out here in the west

just another stray


never been much

for the herd situation

how close are we

how close are we

to that which we were actually

born to be


lately i have called that situation

our design code


what we were born to be


which has nothing to do

with what others think we should be

or what we think we should be

awareness

awareness is not a product of thought


only a quiet mind can experience peace


conflict and chaos are products of thought


as is this wierd civilization we are involved with