We are diamonds dining On time and space Making pathways Through the grey skies and the grace What path is our own you ask For that is our predicament To find it and walk through the fire Please forget safety and harbor your haste We are painting the places We have yet to wander in Lost hours of loneliness Can never be salvaged It's a promise you make to the creator To wake and make wonder Company can also be lonely So we take walks in the countryside We hike through the empty hours And sleep in the dawn's embrace All our hands are getting stronger All our minds are getting longer Extending beyond the earth We fought for this moment To bring form to the lonely And songs to the lucid We are confusing Our consciousness with our intellect For whomever the bell tolls You alone must answer When it calls you to connect
You are a diamond made From dirt, stars and time I am an island made From music, song and rhyme We are all half-mortal And some claim half-divine A concussion of stories And disturbing images A cacophony of women And a touch of wildlight
We are but tiny stars Burning in our own galaxies Fantasies part ways And we dry our tears On our own paper napkins We are carrying cards And crossing fences That are too big For our human minds To ever fully comprehend
Bless her hands which hold no evil Bless her eyes which see the truth Bless her ears which have heard of all your failures And bless her heart which has no use for them tonight
My song slips from my heart into the words on this paper You start to unfurl them like threads curling around your ego Dreams drift from pages into eyelids Taking their time to remind us That we are all just impermanent visitors here We enter and rise to the sound of a fire burning Turning morning into night and lightning into thunder In slumber we shudder at the angels that take no prisoners Gifts and poison all have their reasons As everything is a part of every other being
There can be no end To writing essays And correspondences Despite categorical imperatives To create a viable alternative To the inexorable premises When contemporary narratives Are chronologically irrelevant When erudition is neglected And ambitions are deflected Masterful articulations Of our feelings and emotions Are often generally neglected And somehow the most Outrageously bad behaviors Are ubiquitously imitated