invisible

thanks for the inspiration, here’s some adoration

in my never ending passion to prove something out of nothing, or nothing out of something, or how profound it can all be when someone truly understands the ether and no one has to know, but you feel it and that is enough, i lavish a humongous load of adoration respect and love upon my dearest soulmate in another life, one invisible girl (got to be good looking cuz she’s so hard to see) what? yes, there are not many people who can inspire the whole barefoot stroll across abbey road, but she’s so heavy, and i mean solid, mman, you dig?...

sometimes these secret handshakes just have to be sent out across the wireless sea…

even if you don’t know, the next thought will carry us away… and i do not mean bone jumping breathless body humping exercise, though with my recent hamstring layoff from running and overindulgence in luxurious chocoholism, anyone with the blessing of motivation to crawl to collapse (that phrase is patented for my third cd, by the way, titling fool be still) would be magical in my word, wizard or not… the coolest dork in the pond, that is the one for me…

so in five hours i am driving to meet another brother of a different mother from the west coast of my mind where dream go to hibernate and believe in themselves while i place the east coast games that pretend success while distracting the senses with comfort foods that bloat the belly and create a numbness that makes the stomach shelf seem comfortable as the babbler emerges for the first time in weeks to play the keys as if nothing paused, or stopped eve, and isn’t that the song that never ends after all, for once in love with amy was just as crazy about shari lewis and now olive oil works the desk as lewis silently weeps in the corner for all the amys and sharis and heidis and wendys and stivis and lindas and sues that have gone by and by, when the last sigh falls we will whisper… when the last sigh calls we will hear… when the last sigh says goodnight mister… will you have kissed her or will you drown in your beers…. hey you just missed her while stumbling on your fears…

and no one hears and no… maybe i am wrong… so go on singing… sing your song… slowly, the ice melts away… call it the greenhouse effect, let noah come out to play… does it matter what i say if no one listens anyway what time is it in your day?...

it’s the music, said the man who sold the world, said the girl who never knew how much she could love you because you never let it show, don’t you know, to fall in love you’ve got to let it go… let it go… let it go… but sadness swallows souls to see how many are outside of me who never lost control, who never let it go, who never ever never ever never eat the worm, who never felt the burn, who never left the cross, who never said hey who’s the boss, who never understood, there more than god to good, who never took a hand heading for the promised land and yes or yes there was a time when children came to rhyme with flowers in their hair remedies for despair in quilts they made with love wrapped round dreams the dreams of and had the guts to live the love they had to give in trusting being kind and opening the mind…

i left that world behind now in my mind, but i wonder if i’m lost or resigned… or just waiting for someone else to drive so i am not the only one alive…

what magic could these words lay on you?
only if you believe they are true
no matter what you know for as long as you’ll live
you are the power you give
you are the power you give
you are the power you give
if you believe it’s true
you are the power you give
you are the way that you live
you are the power you give
the meaning that is you


thousands of pages have come and gone and you ask for more, but you’ve seen nothing… the magician smiles and waves his hand to reveal your awe as if you never knew it existed, yet you create it and give it to him without a thought… and when the power breaks your heart, corrupting your ideals and betraying your trust as most leaders do today, you still give more because you feel powerless to do anything else and in some warped way it makes sense because you do not want to be one of them, one who gave up and starting taking blinding, using up every stick you can lay your hands .. someone else does, not because you needed a fire to warm you or another bath, but just to save the drowning man from his last drink… why waste the water, after all… the conservative environmentalist does not believe in oxymorons, but only in morons… more on the burger… more on the steak… more on the pity… more on the plate cuz you can never get enough so be sure to take your share for you may look away just once and find your treasure is not there as the magician waves his wand or has the wizard come to bear as you make look back at your life to find tout you where never here…

if only, if only, the path seldom chosen, if only, if only, the path not taken down to the water by the river where the singers praise the holy and the land is open for you when you open and unwind to the rhythm of the nature of trusting being kind and opening the mind…

and how have you been?

fall in love with music and you are never alone...