Two Rolling Rocks

Does the memory ring
from The Bell that's been broken,
the same Bell that never should
or could succeed?

We fall,

Like two people who never knew each other at all

Like two distant rocks next to the same waterfall



(Artist: Vladimir Kush)

Wolves sigh

The moon rises gently up over the hills
on a sea foam filled with laughing daffodils
one by one the flowers chimed,
after hours throughout the night
But you could never oblige
because the fire instilled in your platonic eyes
still burned
still cried to ride till midnight.

Go ahead and ride the moon till midnight
like wolves that sigh,
who knows if this time will be your last time.

Inspired by the mojo risin

Your eyes are what do it all of the time
Is it a crime I convicted or just a lie?
I'm tying along the strings of our lives
Are we intertwined or do we just play nice?
Twice I told you
-still no reply

Twice you came knocking
without an alibi.

The earth still spins on crystal boats full of hope
as we lay our weary heads to rest

Temptress,
ignite our souls on fire
as we dream away

Are we in search of an imaginary place
or just a means to escape?

Do we all exit the film the same?

I am your keeper
of seven worlds.
Full of troubles
and turmoils.

I too am the pearls
you lost at shore
as I watched you toast
to old friends I'm sure.

But, I am mostly your captain
of finer ships that have sailed
mastering every map known to male

Starting with the seams,
I casted you out like a terrible fish would
and you bursted upright like a shooting star made of wood
spraying all your golden colours
onto the valley below

It was a beautiful sight
to see such a thing
touch down at moonlight
on topaz silvered waters.

The ships go sailing on

It is down at Bond's dock
where you will stay,
fluently singing with your guitar, father
always swaying with the waves

The songs go this way
against the great weight
as the ships sail in to the current
tomorrow or today

You, their master keeper: Captain of the fine sea

The ships go sailing on

hoorah for you
and hoorah for me.

Seventh day of May.

To come undone
through the light of all things
expressed best by those in lava,
better known as love.
In all the world
there isn't such a feeling
one sought after more
than this.

In a world full of unintentional and
sometimes intended cruelty,
we found a space amongst the angst
in the burning blaze of May
on the seventh day
to breathe and to live our lives
the way we always wanted it to be.

In tutto il mondo

We were eleven hours from space

when grace fell from her chair,

all but one bird laughed and stared.


And the audience members bowed as she recited her last verse-

"To curse those who've rehearsed death

isn't more troubling as dancing the lines of those who lived."


We were eleven hours too early,

but we were also eleven hours too late,

when grace fell from her chair

into the oblivion of outer space.