Sadness

I’ll take all of this sadness

And I’ll make a place to ease the madness

And I’ll create a calm to balm

Where the trucks crash

In the mind where it’s still chewing ash

Where habits feast in ruts and troughs

By your mechanical beast where the joy is lost

But I’ll take all of this sadness

And I’ll make a place to ease the madness

And I’ll create a calm to balm

Where the truth sits in its frozen chair

Kicks my misfits

From years of thinking a lot unchecked

Custard, rusted the lot but

I’ll take all of this sadness

And I’ll make a place to ease the madness

And I’ll create a calm to balm

My own psalm

A king’s decree for a lost son

A perfect Dad for a heart sad

In the shadows of a mind gone mad

I’ll take all of this sadness

And I’ll make a place to ease the madness

And I’ll create words in the wood of thieves

I’ll fell the splinters and carve redeemed

I’ll take the sticks and twigs of every thought

And I’ll build the strongest yet the frailest fort

I’ll drag the mind away to rest from all the labels in the

universe

I’ll pop and let the random be a transition invisibly

Of emerging matter from abstract thought

I’ll think a thing and let my cells be taught

A quantum space where its ocean’s wave

Hovers its vast expanse to save

I’ll take all of this sadness

And I’ll make a place to ease the madness

And I’ll create, I’ll create

Sadness

Just another tale told, about an idiot
Who struts and frets, his hour upon the stage
And then heard of no more
Out out brief candle life
Casting its walking shadow
...........
Just another tale told, by an idiot
Full of sound and fury, 
signifying nothing 
but the sowing to the wind
Nothing but the scope of the language
That he's reaching with
...........
Another tale told, about a genius.
Who saw and add's, 
that portion to the whole
Then back to the soil, 
dust dust each hand that gives its
Gifts to the world.
Then just another tale.
...........
Just another tale told, by an idiot
In the airs and affectations, 
at the benches of the lords
No higher.....principles there
Stuck stuck each trumpeting failure
To really care
………..
Another tale told, about a genius.
Who saw...and added, 
that portion to the whole
Then back to the soil, 
dust dust each hand that gives its
Gifts to the world.
Then just another tale.

art by ‎Tomasz Perlicjan

Another Tale

AI made it from my lyrics and a style prompt 

It’s taken me a life time of experiences to find these lyrics, 
as I’ve journeyed through life feeling out where my meaning is located 
And what the rocks at the bottom of everything are (the things that should never change in society, amidst what changes constantly as the evolution of culture)

Paradise

good man

took me years to say it
lots of lies delayed it
but i am
a good man

took me pain in being
what i wasn’t until i was seen
that I am 
a good man

I just couldn’t see through 
the matrix thick
so i had to live out of a lying box of tricks
and all my craziness and pain was born
from a lie bein a truth 
in my head to long

took me years to say it
lots of lies delayed it
but i am
a good man

took me pain in being
what i wasn’t until i was seen
that I am 
a good man

im a good man...

all i want now
is a quiet mind
where i forgive myself
every time
for all the foolishness
i maintained
in the driven circle of years
in pain

Good Man

All of a sudden im older
All of a sudden im grey 
It’s all of the changes inside me
Cellular senescence and telomere 
Shortening.

Oh and… maybe, the beauty,
Is that I wont care, any more.

All of a sudden im crusty, 
Grumpy and starting n to fade.
With the weakening body’s ability
To repair itself as mutations accumulate 

All of a sudden im slower
The energy’s slippin away
Mitochondria struggle to power 
the cells in the muscle
That is slowly slippin away.

Inflammation is rising 
The systems getting tired and worn
Oxidation’s growing 
like proteins misfolding  
Oh and… maybe, the beauty,
Is that I wont care anymore.

All Of A Sudden Im Older

When we are broken
the heart must find its moment
to give meaning
to this life.

The thing I can't find
Is the thing I must give
The thing I can't find
Is the thing I create to live.
 

When We Are Broken

Imagining Things.wav

The words in this song are taken from the audiobook Creative Mind by Ernest Holmes, and Albert Einsteins exhortation that imagination is more important than static culturally inherited I formation, and other deep thinkers that resonated with the insights about how to think to design the last lesson of society - serenity.

Imagining Things

You are not here
To become fear
But to melt the world 
By dreaming it forward 

the emergent phenomenon 
Neither owned or authored 
rising from 
the convergence of forces

Dreaming it forward

The most important place to be
Is under my feet
In the world I create
in my own street.

The most important house to clean 
Is the house of my mind
The log in my eye
Any enemy I contrive.       

The most important thing to do.
Is enough of what lifts
After doing the dishes
Enough to be true

The most important truth to know
Is the space between words
So concepts are cured
Of spiritual blindness
the semantic confinement
of mental abstractions
In the illusion in language. 
That strut and fret its hour upon the stage,

The most important place to be

Baby born in a truth.
Relative, but what it was used too.
Now only does things,
it thinks it can.
It's a trance in pants,
a plastic man.

Seems right, feels safe.
But decisions only as good,
the knowledge base.
Eyes wide, in a tin can,
It's a trance in pants,
a plastic man.

Can only see what's online.
Can only think what's in his mind.
The illusion is wired,
as language works overtime.
To mesmerise,
and bind him,
to blind and trick,
the spirit inside him.

He can think,
whatever thought.
Religious, political,
or like an astronaut.
But he who makes the money, directs the plan.
To keep him a pawn,
for another's profit...
the plastic man.

So he dreams his dream,
of being free,
while curled up asleep,
at the feet of the money machine.
Made from thin air, by Uncle Sam.
He's a trance in pants another plastic man.

PLASTIC MAN

TO BE

Oh where is there to go, to BE...
less or more?
When Presence knows,
this moments full.

Free from the constructs...
that Lead us...
as disempowered believers. 
Freedom from the suffering made with words.

Oh where is there to go, TO BE...
less or more?
When Presence knows, 
this moments full.

In this, just as it is...
this thing we call the world.
In stillness I AM cured.
No more confusion made with words.

As attention turns, its flame burns...
the story's...away from me.
In stillness, I am cured.
No more confusion, made with words.

Fears turn, to tears...
eureka-weeping in...
a brokenness...
that cures.

To Be

Argh...what am I telling
myself today
Is it the truth
or should I
argue it away
With an outside reference point.
That just might be free.
From the lies and mis beliefs,
That just might be
robbing me.
cos where and at what point.
Do I seem to lose the faith.
To be a still and loving soul,
Creative and
so full of grace.
What, and from where,
Is that force that brings
A shake and a quiver
To clip my wings
My mind
my mind.
Just maybe I should look
into what's going on in there
sometimes
Cos I don't wanna be dominated
By in or outside forces.
Like the world and all its labels
Or my minds anxious voices
But a 
mind set apart.
One that can really create.
Apart from the learnt madness
and believing a static fate.
For where and at what point.
Do I seem to lose the faith.
To be a still and loving soul,
Creative and
so full of grace.
What and from where,
Is that
force that brings
A shake and a quiver
To clip my wings
its my mind
my mind.
Just maybe I should look
into what's going on in there
sometimes
From a place of fear and tightness,
I watched a train pass by
It was full of celebration
what's in my mind
Prior to thought
there was peace here
Before a concept 
brought war
settle the dust of thinking
and the enemy
falls to the floor.
I'll leave the world
without an enemy
Nothing tight or afraid
my mind opens...
I am saved.
My mind
my mind.
Just maybe I should look
into what's going on 
in there
sometimes
Suffering let me know
Just Like a temple bell
What thought I had...
attached too
heaven or hell.
Now
A clear space
to do
this or that.
as the machine of cause and effect waits upon...
how I act
So I'm noticing
what hurts
and what lifts equally
no defence
from the consequence
Upon me.
So Peace
Is the greatest gift,
I can
give to myself.
cos I can feel
the texture
in anything else.
so im falling back upon silence
Not upon the rules
as the gaps between the words
heal
conceptual wounds.
For where and at what point.
Do I 
seem to lose the faith.
To be a 
still and loving soul,
Creative, 
and so full of grace.
What, and from where,
Is that force that brings
A shake and a quiver,
to clip my wings?
its my mind
my mind.
Just maybe I should look into what's going on
in there sometimes.
For I can tell what a thought will do
bringing me this or that
for thoughts are things
and their airy wings
are faster than any jet
They follow the law of the universe
each thing creates its kind
they speed over the track
to bring me back
whatever goes out from my mind.
Its my mind
my mind
just maybe I should look into whats going on 
in there sometimes
There were no perfect angels for me
Until my thoughts were heavenly
There was no magic God to fix and mend
Until my mind became my friend.
My mind
my mind.
Just maybe I should look into what's going on
in there
sometimes.
My mind
my mind.
Just maybe I should look into what's going on
in there
sometimes.

My Mind

The most important place to be
Is under my feet
In the world I create
in my own street.

The most important house to clean 
Is the house of my mind
The log in my eye
Any enemy I contrive.       

   Arrrrr...ar .....Arrrr

The most important thing to do.
Is enough of what lifts
After doing the dishes
Enough to be true

The most important truth to know
Is the space between words
So concepts are cured
Of spiritual blindness
the semantic confinement
of mental abstractions
In the illusion in language. 

That strut and fret it's hour upon the stage...       

Arrrr...at arrrr


The most important thoughts to trust
are them all at once, 
a conclusion
The redemptive confusion
It's Mysterious refinement
Of Surrender in alignment
To all that is - in the moment
With no thoughts to solve it

That Strut and fret it's hour upon the stage.

Most important thing.

​
Im gettin out of ma way
wont stop the flow
Live to create
and let things grow

Choose in a way
that creates
the feelings that lift
heavy weights

On a good day
when im...in the clear
free from that 'stuff' thats ringin in my ears

On a good day
when im not so lost at sea
In the illusion that my mind throughs up as...reality

On a good day

Its the shortest track I know
takes me where I need to go
Honestly....Its Honesty
theres just things I
need to know...

A beautiful star might fall from sky
but still I can bring a new sun rise.

I saved... myself today.
I told myself...the truth.
I didn't play...the same old game
thought Id try...something new.

Honesty

Sunshinepoet

What a glorious gig, 
oh the magic just grows
Where the meaning is made 
at the alchemist show
He’s got a new line glowing bright
He’s the sunshinepoet peddler 
pushing light

He just says he knows 
and it all unfolds
He says he can 
And then he moves his feet 
and hands

What a marvelous feat, 
just the cheek of the act
By the skin of his teeth 
this mind acrobat
He’s got a new line 
glowing bright
He’s the sunshinepoet peddler 
pushing light

He just says he knows 
and it all unfolds
He says he can 
And then he moves his feet 
and hands

Ly ly ly ly ly ly…

His white light knows 
as the evening glows
While his earth brown 
holds him down
In his starship chest, 
milky way full breast
He’s making joy from 
sorrow blessed

He’s the sunshinepoet peddler 
pushing light
He’s the sunshinepoet peddler 
pushing light
He’s the sunshinepoet peddler
pushing light

Art by- Tomasz Perlicjan - http://mdkwagrowiec.pl/tomasz-perlicjan-wernisa-wystawy-malarskiej.html

Sunshine Poet

More for all
less for none
what i want for myself
i want for everyone

home with the family
laugh with the children
smile in the evening 
have strength in my body
to sing with the neighbors
cook in the garden
time for creating
things i like...

to love this life
to love this life
to love this life
to love this life


More for all

She gives to
the world what
she wants
the most of
and guess what
she got love

He looked past
his heart bust
it healed the
broken part
and guess what
he got love

Its such a
logical out come
each thing creates its kind
it speeds over the track 
to bring them back
whatever goes out from their minds

LOVELY ENIGMA



When I was only little, 
and people yelled at me
And filled my head with stories 
of what I’d never be
The safest place that I could find 
where no one else could be
Was to close my eyes and ears and hide 
deep inside of me

But everything 
can be talked about
Most things 
can be sorted out
Aha

I never told them anything, 
I never let them know
Even when they hurt me bad, 
I never let it show
Someone said it’s a bad idea 
to bottle up the pain
Just tell them what you really think, 
they might just think the same

But everything 
can be talked about
Most things 
can be sorted out
Aha

I had so many questions, 
I didn’t know who to ask
I didn’t know what to say or do, 
so I just put on a mask
Oh so many questions, 
I didn’t know who to be
I didn’t know who to trust, 
or if it was just ok being me

But everything 
can be talked about
Most things 
can be sorted out
Aha

EVERYTHING

Tis the gift to be simple, 
tis the gift to be free
Tis the gift to come down 
where we ought to be
When we find ourselves 
in that place just right
We’ll be in the valley 
of love and delight

When true simplicity 
is gained
To bow and to bend 
we will not be ashamed
But to turn, turn 
will be our delight
Til be turning, turning 
we come round aright

So dance then 
wherever you may be
You are the lord 
of the dance, free
It leads you on 
wherever you may be
It leads you on 
in the dance, free

So fly 
just as you need to
With all your honesty 
seen to
Be a flyer, 
flying into
What you 
really need

Were given wings where 
we’re given gifts
The passion points to 
where it lifts ya
We’re given wings where 
we’re given gifts 
The passion points to 
where it lifts ya

The world don’t know
With its rank and role
The mystery

I’m so blessed even if i cant see it
so blessed if still I dont believe it
I’m still blessed if i wanna wish my life away.

so blessed even if a wanna steal it
so blessed if still to numb to feel it
im still blessed if i think theres something in the way.

cos the peace is between the pages
of my mental story that rages
its a quiet cat that lays softly in the sun

of the sacred in every moment
that my mind has less involvement
theres no more waiting for what has begun

im so blessed...

SO BLESSED

Not for money, 
but for love
Expecting nothing 
but this feeling of

Completeness 
in the fullest giving 
of the gift
Is life
Completeness 
in the fullest giving 
of the gift
Is life

Giving what 
I’ve been waiting for
Making the key, 
opening the door

the signpost points
zero miles
to the creature who knows
its inner smiles

Completeness 
in the fullest giving 
of the gift
Is life
Completeness 
in the fullest giving 
of the gift
Is life

NOT FOR MONEY

Sometimes we get to arguing
Sometimes we fight
Sometimes I think you should
And you just think you might

Do we want to be happy
Or do we wanna be right

Wisdom is that kindness
Interaction kit
Where we might find bliss
If we start using it

I stand there adamant
That that was what I meant
And I take it out on you

I know where you’re coming from
We hate to be wrong 
We need another truth

DO WE WANNA BE HAPPY OR RIGHT ?

Born from Steve Jobs address at his Stanford University commencement speech.

www.ted.com/talks/steve_jobs_how_to_live_before_you_die.html

"The signpost points 
Zero miles
To the creature who knows
its inner smiles"

Lyrics also fashioned with respect to the ideas of 'Creative Mind' by Ernest Holmes. 
The law of 'word' emotionalized into its physical equivalent, [Belief]. 
Mind the master weaver of character and circumstance.

"Each thing creates its kind
It speeds over the track
to bring me back
whatever goes out from my mind"
Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Lovely Way.

I do what i love 
I love what i do
truly satisfied
I do what i love 
I love what i do
great work is crystalized

i trust a lot……
don't try'n connect the dots
from here…
its only clear
looking back, 
the way the heart took to take me
to this lovely place

the lovely way…to this lovely place.


Lovely Way

LISTEN

Just to listen 
proves to be
Bout the very best gift 
you give to me
To be heard 
it holds my hand
Affirms me like no 
shallow man can

To hear me now 
is to touch me
More surely than I can say
Is this care 
or validation
Well it’s loving 
either way
It’s loving 
either way

Listen carefully 
listen well
How to hear me 
deeply 
How to help me 
you can tell
Then to you 
I’ll return
For a 
comforting word
For up ‘til now 
I’ve never felt heard

When you ask me questions
That probe my very soul
Emerging into view I see
A more authentic role


To hear me now 
is to touch me
More surely than I can say
Is this care 
or validation
Well it’s loving 
either way
It’s loving 
either way

Listen carefully 
listen well
How to hear me 
deeply 
How to help me 
you can tell
Then to you 
I’ll return
For a 
comforting word
For up ‘til now 
I’ve never felt heard

LISTEN

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