Sean left his banjo at my house...

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New song.  :) Let me know what you think!

Album partially inspired by me...? It's true!

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I collabed with this guy over www.soundcloud.com .  "Pieces" became the title track, of his album which is available here for download.  YAY!
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DUST

...

Living in your world I learned to use

both my hands all the time for everything

Waking in your world I open

all three eyes for the whole day and most of the night

and if my body don’t react to the poison

it’s cause I was born here, so deep in it

with dust falling like snow everywhere in sight

outside on the landscape

inside the buildings

I am Dust

and my talk walks me

and so it is so

holy white light on everything

when no one is watching

and yet we wake

and with the slightest decrease in light

we have color

and in the absence of all light

lives darkness

something in us knows, space included

we are all of it, space included

I want to stay close like this forever

but only if you knew what it meant

Something in us knows

You too are astral

You too are Dust

past present future Dust

dividing yourself from itself

picking fights with lost parts of your old self

and multiplying your self until solved

Luckily we are capable of controlling the physical

with our spiritual strength

­otherwise this would be a death sentence

If only our skills are applied and rightfully aligned with a purpose,

Our Purpose

You will know it when you see it

You will know it when it greets you,

Your Purpose

and you may swear you are dreaming

to never be bored again

You may confuse its voice with your own

or you may recognize it as your ancestor’s

or you may assume it is your son or daughter’s

come from the future to keep you in line

You will feel you have no choice

but to be yourself and let go the rest

You too are Dust and your talk walks you

So Be It

You too manifest destiny in your every motion

and the love you desire is an endless ocean

it is in the Heart

it is in the Mind

it is the Spirit

a voice says, “Be a good person; Change.”

and you hear it

in your body seeking truer health

and you know exactly what it means!

Make peace with your ancestors

Clean up this place

There’s so much clinging to us

we don’t need anymore

We become part of the problems if we don’t make

any efforts to solve them

Weather permitting the illegal feeling of “I deserve this”

I deserve this, whether I cling to it or resist

certainty is a feeling between the lines

left unsaid

This is afternoon, chewing ginger root

we grow hungry as we watch the storms sweep in

from the sea and over the land like sneezes

We wonder what work can be done here and we listen

and we wait

This is Dust

adjusting to constant change

This is the story of surrender left untold

When you accept your purpose

the ancestors will take care of you.

times

trust builds naturally when hurt does not occur inevitably
humans exceed their potential and become more than selfish animals
our spirits show their existence and shine through our measly flesh

at these times, we share human experience with relevance


blessed gifts even in darkness i see now as matters of kind light
not just the kind that helps you see but the kind that guides you to safety
the kind that you don't even notice you leave behind
because in their presence, you yourself transform

real life, real world

Real world
enjoys the deep red (Hitchcock Block)
sees a friend below the balcony and begs to not be seen in return
"Please just keep on walking..."
Real life
observes slowly
laughs to self
writes it all down
Real life backs down,
shoots and kills the old stubborn horse
and then feels guilty for having rode it for so long

Real life loses
the argument
apologizes later
feels weak
smiles at unattractive strangers
won't look the cute ones in the eye

Real world steals
poems from paintings
starves artists and writers
murders real musicians
wakes me up, crying
with no explanation

Real air
poisons food
chokes newborn lungs
cuts the sunset short
(Real air is dust)

Real world
turns on corruption
pulls lovers apart

If you ask me where I'm from
I won't say here
And if you ask me where I live
I won't say here
I am from Somewhere Else
I came here to work and to die
Real world eats me alive
my innocence and emotions
in this society are nothing
my tears run dry and nothing
soothes my big ideas
Listening to me won't get you far here
in a world where poets have adapted
to a language subliminal in order to hold an audience
No one recognizes all we do
and it doesn't matter
Real life, Real world has no room
for Real credit

Maybe I will paint it for you
in oil or in acrylic
a croud of empty pockets jerking off to their own nondescript voices

Where is my Black Sparrow hiding?

And so we conclude the real world is too full of shit
to be bothered
to pay the minstrels and musicians
to publish poetry that matters
to protect the farms that feed us
the world we know has no room
nor time for quality right now

And so it is the hearts
of individuals
I am after
One by one I will pierce them with my broken arrows
and repeat as needed
Free of charge, I gift a piece of my curse
each time
free

oh but i will

live the dream
i won't tell
i will do it just the same
be with you, my lover
dance under my skin
glow from the inside out
others will have guesses they can't believe
we will wake up
in love
and go to bed
in love always
write love poems
in between love songs
in between the rest
oh but i will
live the dream
manifest destiny
take care of us
stay close (this close)
to perfection always
one step from heaven
i can smell it
i can see it
you and i, the dream
our life

simple

it gets more simple all the time
(like this)
under pressure
passes time
keeping busy
goals in line with my desires
under bright lights
passing time with blinking eyes
commitments in sync with my liberties
i feel free and am entirely devoted (to you)

so it is true
i have never been so happy
guess i never even knew
happiness was possible
all i needed was you
it gets more simple all the time
(like this)
the ghost that was once inside is free
is free and flying
i just thank (every morning every night)
i just pray (every breath every step)
that i have you
that i keep you
that i never lose you

all the time
all i need is your love
the rest falls into place with grace
and all apart comes together
i can't tell you everytime
just know
all the time, you effect me
you are changing me

as i pass the time with minimal tears
i wait to see you again
i keep myself busy
i keep my self stuck on you
giving all the energy i can project
into protecting our future
and being One with You
wholly and forever