 I was born again, much older than I used to be, a retrospective child
In this elegant idea, we're half the men we could have been, for twice the price of a name

The ever forgetting, of the ever forgot/

So speak to me, and lend me your ears,
It's a shame to never see you here
I took a sojurn through the desert to open my eyes,
But I found that we've been dead for years
Was it worth it?
To write the book in ink, and never trace the steps?
Was it worthy of the time you took or the plans that you made?

The ever forgetting, of the ever forgot

I know,
You've been looking below, searching for a way to breathe
And you'll figure it out, but you'll still be in the dark
You'll see, that it all functions so incredibly
As time unfolds, we learn to love alone

-a

Houses (Movement I: Simulacra es creer en todos las cosas)

Redundancy, in the form of explanation
To hide behind a subtle flaw, and bring about the end
Consistency is comfortable, but prerogatives inclined
We speak to know, and know to speak, in learning

We have slept through the winter,
Only to learn what it means to be gone
When we welcome complications
We're selling our worth by the day

We remain,
Locked in rooms we built without knowing
Constructing ideas to heavy to carry
They'll tell you to bite your tongue, and hurry up,
As we pass beyond the walls

I've slept though the winter,
Only to learn what it means to be gone
When we welcome complications,
We're selling our worth by the day / / 

Houses (Movement II: Selling Worth)

"Old War"
 
When was your spirit, so buried and forgotten? 
Lost in translation, by imaginary inference / 
The archetypal oracle you seek here, 
is just a man who masks the truth 
 
So what is truth? What is real?
Are we one in the same? Or based on opinion? 
You were once comfortable. Not knowing a thing. 
 
So we march onward, without an agenda 
Seeking the king, and embracing the wicked /
We are lovers, to know one another
Forever sleeping, forever dreaming as one 
 
I was a man in the clouds, speaking in rhythm 
humming like broken machinery / 
I wandered the streets for weeks, completely alone
but completely surrounded, unconditionally blessed 
 
So what is God? What is faith?
Is it one in the same? Or based on separation? 
Am I comfortable? Am I content? 
 
With marching onward, without an agenda
Seeking the king, and embracing the wicked / 
We are lovers, to know one another
Forever sleeping, forever dreaming as one 
 
We are the ancients 
In a war ongoing 
To communicate 
The love that we are 
 
 
thanks for listening,
 
-a 

Old War

I was the river's smile, coursing through your mind
Keeping your speech in tune while I wrestled with the fire /

We were golden, drinking nights away,
Singing for the ages, we've been singing lives away for years

Now there's nothing here, but your sex and drugs
You're always selling me out, keeping me down, you mountebank
There's nothing here, but your sex and drugs
You know I can't resist the world /

We've been on the streets, waking up for the first time
Getting closer, ever closer, to the end of our demise

Now there's nothing here, but your sex and drugs
You're always selling me out, keeping me down, you mountebank
There's nothing here, but your sex and drugs
You know I can't resist the world /

And so I shake off the need to be sober
Show them that they can mean something
We are a supplement to everything in sequence
So shake off the need for mutuality
There's no real love in this business
Bypass the need for a come down
It's all what you believe
(so sing)

-a


A Night with Frank Sinatra, Two Tabs of Mescaline, and a French Tranny

Is everybody in? Because no one is speaking
Perpetual bliss through the mouth of the martyr 
How do you know that you're alive?
Without a voice? Without question?

We will ask,
"Will love find us, as lonely men?
Or will we justify the meaning,
Knowing what we can't obtain?"

You were my savior, 
You gave me the gift, gave me the children 
My purpose, 
to retrace the lines and find out how it all came to be

Do you believe the afterlife is eternal?
What are you looking for?
If death is an escape, then why are you waiting?
Life is too perfect for words. 

And we will ask, 
"Will truth find us in the end? 
Or will we sanctify the reprise, 
never to know of our bliss?"

You were my savior,
You gave me the gift, gave me the children
My purpose, 
To retrace the lines and find out how it all came to be 

We move in circles. . . . . . . 


This is evidence of men who never existed,
never to have walked the earth, 
but forever bathed in sin
With nothing to lose, and everything to gain,
We're going nowhere much faster than we'd planned 



Thank you for your mind,

-a


Going Nowhere

It's 3 a.m. in nowhere, and I'm talking to myself again
There's a stranger in my bed, but there's stranger in my head
I'm so scared to fear again 

But she said, "Open up, just open up, and let me in.
I won't kill you.  But I can't promise anything."
And I said, "Open up, I'll open up, count me in. 
But I've been dying, so I can't tell you everything."
When she said, "Motives will ruin us both. 
But communication never falls short.
There's more to them than you'll ever know,
and more to God than what you can't see, 
so just give them what you came for."

Don't say I didn't say enough to reach you. 
Don't say I didn't sing it loud enough to prove it. 

-a 

Balance (Sing Underwater)

Yahrzeit Homily

Jagganatha

Argue

The Golden Rule is There is No Golden Rule

Your voice,
In my mind.
Our souls,
Merely echos,
Through the divide./ 
 
It's beautiful, 
To know that you know.
You're beautiful,
More than you'll ever know. 
 
Deep down I feel,
If I had everything,
I'd still regress to greed./
So simple,
And complete,
Your love is all I'll ever need// 

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