in the end

so you were lonely,
i it heard through the phone.
I left you next to disaster,
while you were waiting for the answer.
From a voice that calls you,
from beyond the grave.
You didn`t know it was me.
I didn`t feel the same.

Walking through these meadows,
and beside these homes.
Your greatest fear was that,
you`d be alone.
If you looked up to the sky,
you`d see.
That stranger hiding out in the clouds,
is me.

So now the story`s over,
you`re at the end of the road.
You feel so much better,
unburdened by this heavy load.
This radio still belts out your name,
it`s tongue is dretched with your poison.
It`s got no way to run.

the message

I wrote this while sitting on a bench in Hiroshima Peace Memorial Park. A wonderful place to think about doing things better.

For a moment, evil held the world in it's hand, and let life slip between its fingers. Shadows of the people are all that remain, in this place, their final stage of passing.
In the background, a bell tolls, attempting to bring them home, as a group of worshipers call to their spirits. They see not the light cast from the peace flame.
They know this fortune cannot come to pass. Much less their loved ones returned. The powers of the world are against them, but still their mouths move in prayer as one.

They look toward the heavens for answers that may never come. For the silver lining that was once painted black with the scars of burns and the horrors of their nightmare. Peace blossums like a flower from the dust and the ruble, and must be aided by the blissful touch of a mother's love.

In the shadow of war, let a great beakon shine down on us all, so that our flowers can grow once more.

Japan...arrival

August 15-6pm.

After a twelve hour flight, and a couple of pictures of the Alaskan mountians, the Boeing 474-400 aircraft landed in Narita, Japan. After a 1 hour train ride, I arrived in Toyko.

What`s amazing about the city is the amount of people, large crouds, moving unimpeded through narrow streets that reflected the glow of the many bright neon signs high above. It`s strange to be the outsider in a foreign place. It seems that everywhere I walk, the eyes of strangers follow. Before I take a step, they know where I will go, or so it seems.

My first food experience was a sushi bar. The setup was unique. All of the chairs were placed in a circle, and in front, a track brought around the food the resturant served. There were many different types of sushi, not that I can tell you what they were, but nonetheless, I welcomed the fresh taste of athentic Japanese sushi.

More to come. Tomorrow Mike and I head for Kyoto.

mystic flight

Through the air at night,
a mystic wonder.
Sound passes over the houses,
rattling them like thunder.

Closer to the heavens,
than ever before.
Grab the stars with your hands,
listen to the children roar.

In jaded heaps the passengers creep,
through the gate and into the world.
To change it one by one,
each a vision inspired.
While evil took another step,
the villagers grew tired.

Frozen heels

I walk this ground on frozen heels,
and through a forest of trees.
At night I hear your voice scream,
the sounds brings me to my knees.
No blanket to trap escaping heat,
nor veil to block the sun.
This place, this rythm, these echoed voice through time,
but thinking only of one.
Your eyes in front, but cannot see,
the vision of me is blurred.
A life of peace, of freedom of speech,
most certainly seems absurd.

ever after the sunrise

the sun followed the rain,
as the clouds began to retreat.
the air was cool,
and my life was complete.

waves lapped against the shore,
while our feet dangled in the sea.
the room was small, fit for two,
nothing beyond the walls of you and me.

the waltz

take your face out from behind your hands.
Let me see your eyes.
Let me listen to your secrets,
I'll let you tell me lies.

We are standing alone in this empty room.
No pictures on the dresser,
and a corner without a broom.
I'm hoping the wind will carry you to me,
I'm hoping this time we can run free.
Give me all your worries, and cry on my shoulder.

These walls and halls, miss the jovial faces.
The piano sits silently, hasn't made a sound in ages.
Outside on the patio, next to the bbq.
You were talking to me, and I was looking at you.

her wings

look up to the sky,
and see your angel.
she's smiling down at you,
in this wonderful arrangment.
she's all you'll ever need,
and you're all that she knows.

there's a strong wind outside,
and that's all she needs.
listen to the air, sail through the trees,
she's speaking your name.
it's late outside,
and cold beside the fire.
you feel half like yourself,
cold blood and no desire.
Your angel has lost her wings.

A thought for today

If you were a bee for a day, what would you do? Would you sting people, or fly around peacefully sucking on flowers for nurishment?

these ones are not...

a ballad of the soldier read aloud,
his chilling words froze over the crowd.
on his face, the scar of nights spent in the field.
while the fires melt the earth,
we wait for them to yield.
to the human spirit, a greater calling.
to the child unborn, all hope is falling.
he warned the people of blood's red in the sky.
he held the hands of the victims, set in their place to die.
they wanted better, they wanted more.
they wanted peace, and a life free from war.

You're DOA

So you came to the door DOA,
with a smile trapped on your face.
There was nothing we could do for you,
nameless, and helpless and fallen from grace.

The tag on your toe read,
she is mad and insane.
They could feel the hurricane,
rotating inside of your brain.

They tucked you in,
and slammed the morgue room door.
Witches and demons,
screamed too loud for you to ignore.

The first stage of your afterlife,
is complete.
They buried you next to the barn,
in a blue dress nice and neat.

cocktails on the moon...

what have you got to say?
You asked me then ran away.
Or can you even feel,
me and you and this is real.

Close your eyes for a second.
Then open them again.
Tell me what you see.
You saw your friends and flames,
in this life we lead, we're wasting away.

We'll burn as we fall from the surface of the moon.
The sun burns warmer, and there's killer flood water.
The old man burned alive in front of his daughter.
She watched with tears and silent screams.
Felt like a dream but this is real.

Stand on the side of the road one by four.
The nails are rusted in the frame of the door.
Getting to us like a secondary cancer.
There's nothing left, no path or chance here.

empty

I can hear your footsteps,
I can hear your name.
You're standing over my empty grave,
wondering why I went away.

The space beside mine, lies hollow and silent.
The winter's night spent covered and violent.
No marks on my headstone, no body or soul.
The tears you cry won't make me whole.

saves me...

save me for a rainy day, when the sun has gone away.
let me learn your laugh and turn around.
I cock my head when you make a sound.

Your shadow I can feel, my second skin has begun to peel.
Angels rose up from the earth one by one. Last night,
you gave up your only son.

Heaven was lost in the fires of hell. The light at the gate cast on you it's spell.
I for you and you for me, back and forth the prisoners flee.
Over the hills and under the sun. The people had won back their chosen one.

Listen to you and lie corpse-like and still. I am moved by the spirits against my will.
Desperate enough and though I may fight.
The world is lost on me tonight.

your happy corpse.

Like desert wings and fickled feathers.
By bonded rust it's held together.
It rocks, it sways, it moves with the breeze.
It begs of winter for a deathly freeze.

beginnings

I can see you standing in the rain. Holding a telephone without a cord.
You were searching for something you lost, a photograph in a crowd. Shadows passed by left and right, all you knew was not in sight, there you were...alone.

The skys above seemed to sing your name. A life kept inside a fancy picture frame. We never saw you again, but we always heard your name.

spirits awaken...

The following was said, after the lights were turned down. After the night had set in, I closed the door and felt the draft. Of your spirit escaping me from within. I walked outside of your old house. Still trying to figure out all of your issues. You left your tears on a thousand tissues. They've piled up on the floor. Next to the crack in the door, where from underneath there was a light breeze setting in.

Don't fall down tonight. Everything isn't all right, but it's not the same as it used to be. You've heard them say these words before. They're just flash cards for you to ignore. Billboards and advertisements on the television set. There's never been a chance like this. It's too much, so much that you can't miss. All lies and camera tricks, smoke and mirrors and mannequins without heads. So close your eyes and go to bed. Dream softly and rest your head.

ships and stars

ships and stars, the view from mars
and all the astroids in between.
the earth looks so small compared to it all,
a boiling third rock from the sun.

hope and dreams, go up in flames,
with your smile they come back again.
though we may never be the same,
we can see the sun through the rain.

Death by mini-bar

Tiny voices in empty rooms,
black sheets cover the sun.
Windows baring crescent moons,
a battle with keys gone unwon.

Sitting on the bed,
little bottle in hand.
Head in the waste basket,
mouth parched like sand.

Look at the clock,
tick one, two and four.
Clothes strewn about,
headache raging, pills galore.

Out in the morning,
passing people stop to stare.
Lipstick on your teeth,
and yellow scrunchies in your hair.

It'll all be over soon,
you tell yourself while you smile.
Turn down the music, and the lights,
you'll feel like a human in a while.

Greasy food and a cozy bed,
some place soft to rest your head.
Across the room, sits the empty bottle,
soon enough you start to waddle.

Hour passes hour, the friends begin to call,
already plotting your next place to fall.
Back on your hotel bed and turn to the right,
the mini-bar sits, seeking its prey on this night.

along the way

you didn't see, you only heard.
you didn't speak, you turned away.
there were lies, and there were words,
and there was nothing left to say.

because it was the two of us it was harder,
because there was only war, and never peace.
two destinations on a troubled map,
roads never crossing, only bridges,
and all the water underneath.

only silence on the telephone,
no spoken words, only radio static.
I found your picture in the addic,
I wiped the covering dust away.

The face I saw, I used to know.
outside the world was layered in snow.
there was a ringing at the doorbell,
it was you,
you were on your way.

There's wasn't two of us, there was one.
We'd found eachother along the way.