never was or in between almost
and here on paths of worn leather
and jeans left in the corners standing
almost on their own
with bass drums from hell and guitars from heaven
lightning away
we went to together a dream
a wondered place of blacklight and innocence we
really never had or tasted sweet like
in a rush to maturity
we ran on all fours
drooling about doors and
Zeppelin and emerged
kind of.
Ten Years After.

W
h
e
n
          I'm
          on
          your
          side
          I'm
          lyingagainstyou.

Can you hear it ?
Can you hear it ?
The mermaids
whispering secrets
to the shells found in
the red sea. They don't
have flowers in their
hair. All they do all day
is laugh without a care
with pink clam shells
surrounding them
everywhere. Seaweed
wrapped around their
necks looking prettier
than diamonds and stone
gems. Can you hear
them from the distance
over there upon the
coral reefs. Sitting
and singing in peace.
If you hear them would
you tell me please* ~

Can you hear it ?
Can you hear it ?
The mermaids
whispering secrets
to the shells found in
the red sea. They don't
have flowers in their
hair. All they do all day
is laugh without a care
with pink clam shells
surrounding them
everywhere. Seaweed
wrapped around their
necks looking prettier
than diamonds and stone
gems. Can you hear
them from the distance
over there upon the
coral reefs. Sitting
and singing in peace.
If you hear them would
you tell me please

*For they make a sound
like no other, sweeter and
softer than any lover. Among-st
those timeless whispering
waves, spirits so free, that we
all desire to be. Unleashed from
lives that hold them as slaves.
Free, free, so, so, leave them be

Lyrical love.
Sent from above.
Could I be in heaven?
No, it's 20 to seven.
Still in bed,
can't get it through my head.
Wake up, get up!
Time to emerge,
and feel that surge.
They tell me,
it's the beauty of life!
We live and struggle,
to endure this strife.
My heads in a muddle.
The words are flowing,
But girl, I'm in trouble.
At the intersection,
Losing my direction

Grab onto my hand.
I’ll take you out of this
rubble and trouble.
We’ll live in our own
bubble. Off off and away
we’ll go to wonderland.
Where the fairies fly and
cast spells with their magical
wands and watch the black
swans. While they sit and
dangle their tiny feet in ponds
and sing all kinds of happy
songs. Grab on to my hand
and watch the lilacs float away
as the cool breeze moves them
up and down upon the crystal
clear waters.
So wake up, get up we have no
time to waste we have dreams and
butterflies that are waiting to be
chased. And cigarette smokes to
be blown up up and away at the
end of the day. Grab onto my hand
and ill show you the beauty of life
and this wonderland.

Girl, girl take me away.
yearn to live for another day.
These crazy dreams,
I can't believe .
Can it be real?
Acquisition, proposition, definition of an unattainable life.
It's never enough.
But, one look in your eye,
and I dismiss all the tough,
existence I see.
That ravages my mind,
never letting me be.
I take your hand,
so tall we stand.
This world we see,
has destiny.
Some say is written,
but **** it hurts!
Like I've just been bitten.
Ambiguous grey clouds,
need to push through.
To puff away the moments
that hold me so blue.
I waited for love,
from heavens above.
I'm an only planet
which orbits your sun.
I feed off your warm energy,
photosynthesis of heart and mind.
Our bodies in turn,
reach out and burn.
The chlorophyll I make,
will never break,
on this leaf of life
we share ~