is it bright where you are?
is there light in your world?
does the wind vibrate,
opalescent beats of its heart
when you stare at the sky
can you touch its face?
I felt so very far
I touched a shooting star
and I never felt anything
so beautiful before
and I would love to love
I would love to be
the someone else inside of me
some days i am free
but sometimes I am a thief
stealing away… me
in your lightest hour
Are you still a prisoner?
these friends are more like flakes
they crumble and fall away
so I dance with shiny nas cars
they go so fast you can’t see them go
my eyes ensnared with color rows
and i am waiting for the show
but I feel like a thief
with my head in the sky
I pretend to enjoy your alien schemes
do you know your words sail by me
like storms racing rain
Sometimes I wonder why I listen to you
when you never listen to me
where i will serenade my dreams
I pretend to be unlike I am
But I just want to be who I am
with or without dignity
Do you ever get tired?
of not being listened to?
do you see the glaze in their eyes?
it is the form of their lies
because they only ever want to say,
what’s on their own minds
you are such a downpour
of rain so lovely
I roll down your milky way
and when the sun kisses my face
I see your whole life
i see it all change
and I know you
when you don’t know anything
is that strange?
every time you speak
you seem to look past me… right through
I’m standing right here
sometimes I wonder
if god has left me alone too
if he chooses to ignore
am I so invisible?
Or do you really just not see?
when you are near I feel so alone
I really don’t want to wait
Are you busy again
tying me in pretty bows
as they talk about love
they gift me fear
am I your higher power in disguise?
Or am I a lonely soul no one can hear
they hand me buckets full
of their sparkling tears
do they bow or do they fall
what is holy is a thief
sometimes I say,
isn’t there something wrong here?
listening to your laughter
an angels cry or a mothers scream
do they even see me there??
or do I just disappear?
Are we friends or enemies?
or learning lessons of change?
they talk about enlightenment.
we dissect what we’ve seen
a sparkling sphere
but then they try to figure out what it means
they try to know the answers to dreams
knowing never heals me
only when I pray
am i free
because they all take one million hours each
to talk about their misery
so no one else gets time to share
these days no one really cares
about anyone else
does it make you happy?
you’re so strange…
no we never really listen when he’s talking
crouching in our nothing places
if only things could change
they float in star bucks
like they are on the moon
watching the world devour its pain
across from each other
not saying a word
in another dimension of solace
to drive our kingdoms insane
your hunger to know
comes from fear alone
you will never get anywhere
as long as you hold onto the right side of your brain
as long as there is fear turning your heart
is it any wonder I found peace?
they claim to be their own god
salmon swimming against streams
you can be my higher power
steer me through the day
are you following
a divine loving dream?
or are you a master puppeteer?
And why do you have your strings
attached to me?
Does it make you happy?
do you ever achieve anything?
all I ever hear them speak
is about analyzing every thing
you won’t go far if you pray that way
do you think you are some guru?
you can only be spiritual if you have faith
they never want to know how you are
they don’t want you going too far
it’s only about them you ever hear
they say “you seem pretty hostile today”
some days I am patient but some days I just can’t take
some times I spend hours talking with the ancients
some days I would rather escape
is it trickery or is it tact
can I strip out of my cocoon yet
what is the answer if you don’t know the equation
is it any wonder
the secrets that birth this blunder
it’s because I see the mistakes in you that exist in me
that I know I need to get far away
your darkest beauty is in me
if we are all one
and times i do beleive it’s fun
other times i run
but when i stare at you i see me
I notice everything wrong about you and me
Do you believe in me
Do you think I am truthful and trustworthy?????
You think I am an honest person but
Sometimes I see only what I want to see
and I can admit that in honesty
most times I don’t believe
most times i only believe what i think i see
most times i believe what is untrue
so how can i really be honest with you
I can only be as honest as I can be
I can only be honest about the things I think I know about myself
But to tell you the truth
Most of the time I don’t know anything about myself
So how can I be fully right in honesty
I can tell you what I think to be
but I know nothing
for all i am is a thief