The Way Has Lost Me

The way has lost me. You see the path can’t find me. I know where it is, I know that I want it. But the path can’t find me, it seems to be lost.  

The path can’t find me, I know it sounds strange, but when I went to follow my dreams, I found the path had lost me. And now I can’t find my way. The path has been lost in the woods all day.  

The path has been lost, and who I wonder will find it, and this is sometimes answered, in the living moment.  

When one fine day I turn on the TV and see someone with my ideas, and my dreams. So you see they had found my path that had strayed from me. And now my dreams are gone from me.  

Nostalgia’s Song

A simple melody pulsing, 

In time all hate dissolves. 

And the soft tone carries, 

A feeling of nostalgia on the wind. 

The melody comes from hate but only out of love. 

And it was born from war, 

But lives for peace. 

Knowing light’s love is only the start, 

Is what this melody sings. 

For love and light are only the beginnings of the song. 

The rest is far more beautiful. 

Soulless Idealism

You looked into my eyes,  

I don’t know what you were hoping to see.  

But your soulless idealism,  

Shown though your eyes,  

As clearly as those burning blues.  

What did you hope to achieve? 

When you lectured me,  

On what was right and wrong,  

And what was worth fighting for.  

Have you not seen the darkness? 

Or have you chosen to ignore it? 

With all its inconvenient truths.  

Or are you simply following,  

Following the narrow idealist’s path to power.  

I don’t know how,  

The rest of the world,  

Can be so blind,  

To your soulless idealism,

When it shines so brightly.  

What I Seek

What I seek, 

On this winding path, 

Time and space, 

Beyond its grasp.  

Darkness comes, 

But then it fades, 

Fading in and out, 

Some truths to take. 

Beyond what I can see, 

Where magic and science, 

Are one in the same, 

And rendered meaningless, 

One truth lost in space.  

The creeping dust, 

Of obscurity, 

Comes at long last for thee, 

Speaking nonsensical 

Poetic political madness.  

It’s time to go, 

To find again, 

What I lost, 

When I sold my soul. 

A Story of Two

We were separated by our own will. By the paths we must take. We were once alike. The only two who believed the truth. In time we knew that we would not be welcomed back anymore and that no matter how hard we tried to save our universe. No matter how many good deeds we did. Someone else always took the credit, no one would listen and for us we knew that we no longer had any reason to remain within the realms of the lost, those who would forget themselves.  

Now we are apart learning from the worlds of the young, the old, and all those in-between. We know our purpose, the time that we must end. And the time is drawing ever closer. I wonder if we are prepared.  

Wondering on, trying to stay alive trying with every particle of my being to find the way to save our way. To save the light and the dark, to save time and space, look now time is at and end and our days are almost done.  

The last of the power we had is at its end. But the power that we have will be enough to be united again before the end. Before we fail and the light in the sky falls down. And the moon crashes to the ground.  

I will always love…    

Time

A ticking clock on the wall, as the earth orbits the sun. The moon dances around the earth causing the waters to rise and fall. We seem to pass from spring to fall without knowing the difference.  

You see once a man came to me, saying he was on a quest. He wanted to find the way to get his time back. He had gone to scientists of all kinds trying to find a way. He had consulted priests and prophets and psychics of every branch.  

I had some field time in the paranormal; I know the occult very well. It seemed he had ten notebooks filled already what more could I say.  

He knew about black holes and of bends in space, worm holes and time machines were no mystery to him.  

A ticking clock on the wall, as the earth orbits the sun. The moon dances around the earth causing the waters to rise and fall. We seem to pass from spring to fall without knowing the difference.  

What more could I say to this man? I could say there was no point in trying to recover lost time. But why would I lie? And I could say he was being stupid and selfish and that he should live for the future. But something about the way he held those notebooks so intently waiting for my reply told me, he had nothing more to live for.  

A ticking clock on the wall, as the earth orbits the sun. The moon dances around the earth causing the waters to rise and fall. We seem to pass from spring to fall without knowing the difference.  

“Come with me,” I said. And he followed well, like a man on a mission. He would have killed a tiger to follow me.  

Finally we came to a tree in the woods, it was the biggest one for miles around.  

“Oh elder one,” I said to the tree. “This man seeks your advice; he wishes to know how to get his time back.”  

The man looked at me, as if I were nuts. And after everyone he had visited on his quest that was saying a lot. But soon the tree responded his voice like the singing of the wind.  

He said; “young one what you seek you already have. Time can be put in a box if you wish it to. I live in the past and the present and also the future. If you want to be in another time then simply go.”  

And when I turned around the man was gone. Into time and space.  

I still wonder to this very day if he knew that the greatest gift off all was right in front of him. A gateway too many things; but on that day after he left that tree and me, did not wonder of such things we simply sang.  

A ticking clock on the wall, as the earth orbits the sun. The moon dances around the earth causing the waters to rise and fall. We seem to pass from spring to fall without knowing the difference….  

Wisdom

When the journey begins,  

And the only thing you have, 

Is the wit of your head and the dirt under your feet. 

When you take that first step forwards, 

Not knowing what’s ahead, 

A world of possibilities marked down on your map. 

The forest of things that you could or could not do, 

Seems impossible to navigate through, 

But maybe there’s a way.  

Or maybe I’ll be lost in life forever….