Father Time

Father ticking time

Spending dimes

When will it be all mines? 

How much longer can I wait?

My entire being waits in haste 

Calm me down and mellow me out 

Waiting for this drought to come to an end 

Cracked, dry ground I cannot no longer stand upon 

How much is time is not too long? 

Anxiety gets me 

Agony of jealousy 

Father please help me

See how far I’ve come?

Please sound the drum

Put me on a roll

Mount me high up and roll me down like a holy scroll

Unravel it all

Around of applause

As I erase any doubt that you would leave me thirsty in this drought

It is only a matter of time 

The creator of time

When it will all be mine…

Rebirth

A blank slate to which I cannot relate

Settle me down and take away my old crown

Crush it to dust and mound it anew

Even swap out my old shoes 

My crushing heart beats the dust on it’s surface 

My blood struggles to flow through it’s clogged veins 

My eyes are glossed over twice and cannot see past the clouds and the rain 
Make me anew and burn this body down 

Rise me up from the ashes and anoint me a new crown 

Adorn me a robe made of silver and gold 

Impeccable taste 

Adorn me with Your good grace 

Polish my mind and shine my heart 

Drop hot coals on my eyes and set them ablaze 

Let Your fire burn in them with intensity 

Put Your healing power in my palms and whisper Your wisdom in my ear

Touch my lips 

Nothing will be better than this…

Suit and tie

With names for strange things 

You and me are not the same 

The obvious we blame 

We stay playing the game 

Not knowing if anything will be the same 

Cars, bars and shooting stars 

Did you miss it or me 

Blinded your sights 

Seeing things that should not be shown 

And you should have known 

That your secret would soon be known that no one has known 

A badly plastered name 

Attached with a bad fame 

No dignity or divinity 

The divine said it was time 

Your rope ran out 

Caught in between your one and fours

I couldn’t take it anymore 

Jump to your freedom 

With your neck caught in your tie 

Wear your suit to your grave…

Two worlds

White wash blows into the wind of the peak of a roaring surf 

Bellows down below in breathtaking glory

Meet the wind at the ocean top and crashes at the surface of the ocean low

Quiet ambience meets a busy flux in the parallels of two worlds 

Inhabitance of what’s under the surface and what’s among the light of the shore creates a distance of mystery and allure 

Undisturbed reins that you cannot grasp onto 

Floats into the vast emptiness of a unrestrained world…