Words fall short

If I am chasing the sun then I guess you can say that I want the ultimate intangible dream
Then you could also say that we are all chasing nothing in the end and searching for the same thing
So when disaster strikes we are all blindly herded to the same windowless room
With no true sense of time we would all believe in the middle of July that snow is coming soon
You can laugh it off if you want to
But you don't really know who to believe either now do you?

Our parents are right but they are just teaching as they were told
This game of telephone can make the newest wrongs seem like rights from the days of old
This damn pimp of a government is surely on a roll
We are like pilots flying drunk, we have no control

Different types are trees are still considered a tree
So why can't different kind of "me's" make up a family?
Even the "good book" says that I won't remember you when this is done as you were here
So why can't we just exist and you let me be myself so that my message comes out perfectly clear?
I am a conductor of this symphony and I am working on a masterpiece
You are the negativity that is root cause of my disease
The one that even the doctors can't figure out
You know the one that is fueled by all of your doubt?

Oh yeah, I guess since I put it that way then it should make sense
But since you had your ears covered the entire time and you can't read lips, you will never get the hints.

Massage Envy

I have massage envy because you are not rubbing me the right way
Parts of my body are starting to revolt at the thought of solitary confinement
Begging for freedom mind, body, and spirit with time to play
The reading is just too hard our teacher should have given a better assignment.

Goodbye, it’s been really nice to know you
My hands are numb from sitting on them and my mouth may as well be wired shut
Like poker chips in Vegas my feelings you have blown through
And now my 4 by 4 is a 2 by 4 and has no hope of ever getting out of this rut

We are all an integral part of an infinite symphony where light meets sound millions of times over
We are all representations of chaos standing still long enough to be the beauty in the eye of the beholder
You can call it like you see it because I know for sure that I will
Time is nothing but packing peanuts in which our heads are filled.

It seems like I have lost hope because this world has lost its essence
And I am no longer overcome with the joy of the sun’s presence
If it seems like I forgot what hope means then you are more than likely correct
When you are lost in exploration you never know what to expect
Which ideas to reject
Or which people to protect

Maybe the silver package has the best deal
Maybe they spell out which truths are real
Or maybe it is all left to chance
But I don’t want to leave until I see this mother lover dance!

Just to see everything crumble in on its self
And to see people reaching who didn’t think they needed help
Just for everyone to walk in each other’s shoes
And start piecing together humanity from the hundreds of years of clues.

Soul Reflection

2002

It's hard to find hope in a life where there is no hope at all
trying to wrestle with sympathy when your heart feels numb
Words to say fall out of my head like pieces to a puzzle from the box that held them safe
But I use them all up on everyone but me, and I am left with the empty box
No reason for myself, no excuses in my head
Just an annoying echo of thoughts bouncing off the walls off my brain
Am I wrong for what I feel, an I abandoned for the way I see things?
Resisting from following the paths everyone has chosen to take
I stand alone, with no shelter to cover me from the rain, no friend to bear the cold with
And the shattered pieces of my soul make up this mirror that reveals the true me
And sometimes I find it hard to look at this broken man that I see.

The Puzzle

Jan 2002

I don't think I belong anywhere
I am the piece to a different puzzle
I am the weird piece that you can never find a place for
I am vocal about the treasure I seek
I am apart of the spinelessm spiritless meek
All I want to do is be apart of the whole, really I do
to follow along with everything they do
To flow along with the main stream
instead of the winding river bends marked "Quincy"

My own  little path I get to follow along
But I realize to have your own river is better than having to conform to a bigger stream
With my own path I can asnwer to my own dreams
I am a unique piece thtat fits once
The big picture is finished, there is always a missing link
Always beauty to be found with each and every blink.