July 2015

Ignited by a flame that rests within

I was woken by a suggested sense of drama

To write about the power of the world

An unforeseen unforsaken tireless act of drama

Would hold you to the things that you believe

Hold you to the promise you must keep

Hold you to the whispers in your sleep

Achieve achieve don't run away in fear

Don't run away because it's all unclear 

I see the flame fill you

And boil up within you

Bubbling until it's reached its brim

Filling filling filling

Then spilling spilling spilling 

Over the edges and down the sides

Your heart exposed again 

You let them in

I cannot sleep until it all falls out

All of the ideas they come through

What once was serepate  United whole

United now within a common goal

Play and play and play 

And still you are okay 

And still you are the one making history 

I indulge in thoughts of freedom, a life that's on the edge 

A life that has a reason, follow the reason

The winter rain it strikes again

It pulls us in

To its vortex

I have a picture of you

Moving mountains 

and I'll take a note

Inspired by wild forces

To rhyme with you one or two times

Ride the wave just on in

Jung on in the water is great

I was woken by the global meditation to write a song about embracing change

Don't be Afraid 

Fear is an Indiana illusion

Fear will lock you in and hold you back

It's unhelpful

Fear is an Indiana illusion

Indiana inspiration

Woken by a desperation 

An attitude brought out in me that wasn't me and wasn't you

Life is big but does it all makes sense.

The universe is called?

Half asleep. 

I am ready, I am ready for you 

November 2015

And one day

The things that we behold will be old

The things that we do will be seen

As in the past

Insignificant

But you are significant to me

And that means something

That men's everything

Technology with progress and I could digress

But we are in our era.

We are telling our story

And I choose to focus on the present

And love you without boundaries 

When you realize that you're in your own era, and it's all been done before

Or has it?

LA

Do what I want and I'll do it my way 

Growing or changing?

Are you home when you're home

Are you growing or changing

Choose the glow.

Illuminated by the light or dulled by its beauty?

Do you shine because of what is seen or because they see it?

Weren't you afraid to be seen in the first place? Are you still?

Perspective shifts outwards to inwards,. You choose the glow. 

Sailboat

Drift

Am I relaxed in my own company

Or do I feel on the outside

You

There's just this something about you 

Curves; I choose to be the author.

I like making the words curve, in and out of each other

Like your body and mine, but I could never really tell that story.

The Author

"The injury was a good thing"

I was told after my sprain. Because I used energy from another place on stage to get my point across? Relied on other parts of me. Put in less physical energy and needed to focus on emotional energy.

So then, what of our internal injuries and hurts?
Do they also highlight other places within us that can thrive when given the opportunity?

Then when you are healed, you can apply yourself with a new balance, a new knowledge.

That maybe it's not about trying to hard, maybe it's shifting your focus.

To what is working.

Become the author again, not the victim. Don't take no for an answer. 

Overthinker

You, like me

Have a deep seeded interest into the world around you

But the knowing hinders

The experience

The over thinking

Over shadows the imagination

But truth be told you cannot know

The things you know

The rules are constantly broken

So ease it, release it, love it. 

Reject the grain, the beliefs, the barriers and restraints. 

Live.

Love.

Curves

I like making the words curve

In and out of eachother

Like your body and mine

But I could never really tell that story.

I exist all the time.

It could be the caffeine

Or it could be the way  now

That the world looked 

In her new free state

State of mind

Mystify mystify 

Mystify me with your body

Hypnotize me hypnotize me

Hypnotize me with your eyes

State of mind 

Everything seems to glow now

Everything seems to glow

Existing between the trees in the slow breeze as they move trough the slow breeze

Swaying sexy 

Like intoxication

The sun drifts away

Seeping slowly into the night 

If everything has been done

The illusion that music and passion and love were invented and based on reasonable objects and objections 

No, they were not found

They were created 

With the magic of souls

So create with the magic of your soul 

I don't exist in relation to you

I come to life between the lines and the pages you set alight 

But I exist all the time 

In the burning embers

And the dwindling fire

I exist all the time

I am worthy of exceptional, earth shattering, mountain moving love. 

I fall in love with love and over again.

I am the love 

And I'm afraid of you. 

I want to experience you new

Knowing all my pat experiences and learnings 

Lead me to you

I have used a lot of meaningless words

Followed a lot of meaningless actions

Held a lot of meaningless energy

The arbitrary nature of our world holds ownice to everything seeing things the same

Until we don't

Until we realise.

That each and every experience is reflected and everything means differently to the experiences that we have 

Shop signs, means certain things to me, and not others

So when we see "a sign" we create it

I like making the words curve

In and out of eachother

Like your body and mine

But I could never really tell that story

Wanderlust

Are you home in your home?

Are you exploring or running?

Where does your mind go, when your body goes on adventures?

What happens to the you in you?

Where does it come from,

Your wanderlust?

You're wanderlust.

Phone Calls

At first I would call you for no reason

Then I would call you for a reason

Then I'd call and make up a reason

Then I would call only because I love the sound of your voice

Lull me to sleep, quiet my busy mind

So obvious there was no reason

Patterns patterns patterns patterns

Your safe place

Is it a haven or a prison

Does it change sometimes?

Upside down

It's impossible to miss things in the future. 

But what if you thought that way?

Why would you miss about your now if you went back in the past?

Your fingertips your lips

Give me every part of you

From the bottom to the top

And I will treasure every atom.

You're more invaluable 

Than every piece of gold, on this earth.

A rare find

The only one, only single one,

Of your kind.

The first, the very first and last,

Of your kind. 

Do you need me to remind

You

Or do you feel me

Too?

Do you need me to remind

You?

You're a rare find. 

Like reverse delay baby, coming for you.

The moment before the moment

On my way to you.

I'm coming baby, on my way to you. 

The moment before the moment

I will keep moving baby, closer to you 

Reverse Delay

I could feel you coming baby, like reserve delay.

The moment before the moment,

But could you hurry up my baby 

Hurry up

Because I'm tired of living this life without you

Not sharing it with you

I want to show you all the things

That excite me, that light me on fire

Baby, I want to show you.

I can feel you coming baby, like reverse delay

I know you're there baby

I can feel it in everything I do

I can feel you everywhere 

Already

Burning bright, running deep within my veins

It's like I know you've got me

I know because I know

There is no other way to describe it 

I want to hold you though baby

With my arms they will not wander

They will find there way every day back, back to your body, back, back to your body.

Are you searching for me too, in everyone you meet?

Thinking one time, maybe two times, that you've found me?

Are you searching baby boy

As you look into their eyes

To quiet your mind?

Eternal love, love that will move mountains and evaporate oceans 

And split every atom

Of my being

Only to be made whole again.

I have so many things

So many things to give to you.

Atoms

You're made up 

So beautifully

Of these tiny little atoms

Didn't I tell you

Not to play with fire

Not to split in two?

To give into desire?

But oh, I do myself

I do myself all the time 

Every atom of my being baby wants you in this moment 

And I long your finger tips 

I long for your lips

Your finger tips 

Your lips

Endlessness

To a place 

Where my eyes haven't seen yet

And my body hasn't been yet

My heart is there 

Because I dreamed you up 

I dreamed you up

I feel endlessness there

With you

And in a crazy manic 

Usually I start, I start to panic

I can feel you

Like reverse delay 

I can hear you, before you've spoken even a word to me

I can hear you 

Twin flame my darling

I can already hear you

The soft sound of your whispers

The soft sound

Will turn my body into a hundred tiny little pieces 

And you love each individually

Every little bit of me

Unconditionally