Nothing beats that one day dream
After a load of **** and stress
Thinking of your favorite jacket
Stepping out, leaving the mess
Jumping on the train to nowhere
Listening to the Rolling Stones
Fine woman walks up,
She takes your order and smiles
Gimme that whiskey darlin'
We're heading out together
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye..

What is life without
The intensity of pain?
When blood runs thick
Eyes are focused
The mind like a wildfire
Nobody sees the truth
The way truth
Should be viewed
I took it on a ride before
And now it has traveled back
After many long journeys
Welcoming me home
MY magic carpet of doom

As I write today
There is a sore in
My entire belly
Quiet but painful
Sitting there, waiting
As I write today,
My hands begin to sweat
Nervous at each stroke
New York was fun
The phones ring
Dinner tomorrow night

The soft warm bed
In the middle of the day
With the wind blowing
Through her open blinds
She's so soft
The sheets are bright white
As I have always pictured them
She's all I need
I've grown so tired
I need a place to rest my head
I've found solace here
Here in the soft white bed
She looks over at me
She's happy I've came here
I was drowning
The breeze hits my face
I close my eyes and fall back asleep
I hear her get up to
Go check on breakfast

Her soft hair was golden
The wind caressed through it
Across her tranquil face
She kept a smile so warm
The brush around us swayed
Her hair moved along with it
We stood a top a hill
Over looking the world
I had a flask in hand
She held onto my arm
It was years and years
All in just a moment
There was no past
Life was so very still
There was no future
There was that moment
My eyes sank into
That big blue ocean of hers
She licked her lips
I pulled her close
There was all of that moment

We all come up for air
To see a distant truth
A vision we can not see
When the tides are high
And the soul is deep
Lost into the world
Creating, living, dying
That is where we live
Till we come up from air
All alone surrounded
By the past, the future
The seagulls above
The lonely palm tree
The fruits that have fallen
It's nice, but quiet
Your mind is so loud
Afraid of the night
The night under your eyes
The heavy heart beats
Till you are beneath
Once again, in the light

If there is no chase
There is absolutely nothing
No fire , no passion, no art
One must enchant the soul
Excite the emotions
Heal the damaged heart
Lust is merely a small tool
Passion is a form of art
It is to remain wild and pure
Authentic in all ways
No borders, or boundaries
So give a good chase
Whether you lead the way
Eagerly catch your partner
You chase life itself, chase..