Woke Up One Day

woke up one day
to a world I didn't know
there was nothing in the papers
no win, place, or show

one less kindness, one more stained hero
another second gone...
on the countdown to zero

the price of gas
is approaching the minimum wage
while priests and teachers
stalk the under-aged
I'm closing up shop, taking my ball home
you can have this whole place
to call your own

woke up one day
to a world gone away
there were no epitaphs
there were no sad refrains

one less honor to bestow
one more child to mourn
there is no clear vision
in the eye of a storm

woke up one day
and found myself in a dream
where everything means nothing
and nothing is what it seems

one more hand of greed
alot less time to go
another second closer...
on the countdown to zero

Nicki

I'm not there mami...I'm not there

you won't find me in a sad moment
you won't find me in your tears
you won't find me in despair
or your darkest fears

you won't find me in questions unanswered
you won't find me in pain or doubt
you won't find me in loneliness
or the things you can't figure out

I am in the smile that remembers me
I have become the love you gave me
I am the the soft rain of summer
I am the tree turning colors
I am the wind behind your back
and the woman you will always wonder

I am the blood running in your veins
I am the little girl in your dreams
I am the memory that takes you back
and the smile that always remains

I am the sun rising every morning
I am a light that never goes dark
I am every wave hitting the shore
I am in every beat of your heart

I am here in my Father's home
where every second has a life of it's own
and I am always beside you...
there are no steps you take alone

I am there mami...I am there

Alana's Poem

beautiful girl
seashore breeze
my glowing dream
through heaven's light
a moment to seize...
glimpses of understanding
naked night sky
your smile, my ember...
loves growing fire

A Flower In The Garden Of Ruins

There’s a pain so deep
I only reach it in my sleep
There’s a space so wide
can’t see the other side
There’s no peace I can find
ifrom ground zero to the edges of time
>
I ignored all the things I knew were true…

I waited for answers from above
I waited for answers deep inside
iI stepped away and invited
both of those worlds to collide
Her words roll in like the tide
Finding me in every place I try to hide…
there’s a pain so deep
I can’t reach it anymore

can’t pull it out, look it in the face
Or show it the door
I heard music softly playing
jI remembered all the words of the song
only then did i realize i was standing
in a place I didn’t belong…
I pray for the time
when twisted words will all rhyme
when I find what i thought was lost
when I pay up no matter what the cost
a time to yield power
a time to heal wounds
a time to find a flowerbr />n the garden of ruins

Morning On The Line

while the sun is held ransom at sea
snow falls in the Hamlet of Laurel
misty ice-covered trees...naked
for all to see
in the pumpkin patch...dead roots
from a season gone by
off the water, the moon reflects a winter's shine
and in the distance...
morning waits on the line

You Never Forget

you never forget the look in her eyes
you never forget the way she cries
you never get away
no matter what you may try

you never forget the smile on her face
you never forget the time or the place
it never slows down
no matter how much you race

there is nowhere to hide, no place to run
no time to wonder what you have done
there is no one to answer, nowhere to turn
no time to practice what you have learned

you never forget the sound of her name
you never forget the feeling of pain
it never washes away…
no matter how much it rains

White Lines

my eyes are peeled but my mind won’t yield
to the white lines on the road…

there’s a face talking at me
but I don’t know his name
he don’t know how he got here
or why he even came
the floor and ceiling are spinning
my fast decline has slowed
the bartender pours me a free one
a toast for the open road

I’ve got eight beers behind me
and six exits left to go
my eyes are peeled but my mind won’t yield
to the white lines on the road…

the night is getting darker
the lights so bright they glow
I can remember everything she said
if I forget everything else I know
dodging raindrops through my haze
swaying back and across I’ve won it and lost
in a game too costly to play

I can’t remember anything she said
as long as I take it all in
and then let it go to my head…

I’ve got eight beers behind me
and a long way to go
my mind is peeled but my eyes won’t yield
to the white lines on the road

What A Beautiful Dream

it's a fragile thought
you can never make stand
a bird in flight unable to land...
it's a wish you can never make real
a shallow truth...
no matter how deeply you feel

it's the birth of magic
that never survives
a ship at sea that never arrives
it's a voice looking to be found
a walk on thin ice...
looking for solid ground

it's a beautiful dream...fading away
a midnight smile
that will never see the light of day
it's a beautiful dream...you've got to let go
no amount of hoping will make it so

it's a perfect cloud turning to haze
a postcard sunset slipping under the waves
it's a beautiful dream
you can never make last
a feather on the wind falling fast...
it's a beautiful dream
what a beautiful dream...

Too Many Hours To Go

looking at the better half’s
where each man plans…and God laughs
too many hours you owe
to let your mind wander
in a place you don’t have to go

cooking a story to tell
a heaven on earth…all gone to hell
too many hours to steal
to lay down your hand
on a wish that’s not real

too many hours to go
there’s no one who understands you
better than you know…
too many hours left to go
you can’t stand and plant seeds
you won’t sit down and watch grow…

The Wounded Mile

the shadows crawl on the overpass wall
they come and they go, they rise and they fall
I watch headlights on a distant bridge
they race and disappear like Lemmings from a cliff

its ten cents to midnight
as every part of me gathers around
to hear the stars announce
that there are no answers to be found
and the moon wears a crooked smile
giving just enough light to illuminate
the wounded mile

I walk in the park, its warm and its dark
a point to be driven home, misses its mark
words play on in an endless loop
as my love becomes the heart quickly duped

its ten cents to midnight
as I put out my hand
every answer is hard to find
but very easy to understand
and the moon wears a crooked smile
giving just enough light to illuminate
the wounded mile

The Midnight Rogue

dressed in his leather
ready to explode
there’s no play in his heart
he’s not for show…

a friend to the night
and all its dark corners
he takes no prisoners
and gives no warnings

he’s seen many sunsets
in the morning of his life
he’s eyed weary
at both ends of a knife
and for the midnight rogue
there aren’t any wrongs to make right

he doesn’t bend to
the truth of what is real
he only goes by
the way that he feels…

undressed to the weather
his friend and foe
he’s wired up inside
ready to blow
and for the midnight rogue
there is no other way to go

The Maze

watching the ocean, staring at waves
there's no way of knowing your way in the maze
I started my journey with time to decide
when and where I was going
on the narrow and wide...
I looked out for danger, I did what I could
but now I'm a stranger
in my own neighborhood
watching the ocean, staring at waves
there's no way of knowing your way in the maze

the cold nights have hidden
the whites of their eyes
where love is forbidden
is where all hope dies...
if you're wearing confusion
you are never alone
don't believe the illusion
you're any closer to home

I was a good boy, I followed the rules
but now I'm the captain
on this ship of fools
lost on the ocean, riding the waves
there's no way of knowing your way from the maze
I picked up my memories and started to run
but the road only led me back where I had begun
there are walls all behind me
and I'm walking in a daze
if I fall you will find me
alone in the maze

The Jigsaw Man

he picks up all the pieces
puts them all together
into something he can understand
moves one foot in front of the other
the life and times of the jigsaw man….

he has a heart women have to break
broken apart like a bad mistake
unfulfilled dreams and everything seems
like an empty hand he is forced to play

a smile as he watches the sun arrive
lays his head back and takes a long drive
into another appealing extreme
where he can skip all the introductions
and plan the next heartbreak to dream

day after night he looks for a soft stare
he knows he’ll have to pull it out of nowhere
closes his eyes he rehearses all the whys
as if anyone would really care

he picks up all the pieces
puts them all together
into something he can understand
moves one foot in front of the other
the life and times of the jigsaw man….

The Gillnet

as they pick up the horror
I turn away…
not quite believing what I see
mangled, torn and decapitated
pieces of them litter the foam
their attempts for freedom useless
every movement quickens the end
a bearded man releases them
into buckets of guts and ice

The Dance Of The Long Goodbye

my heart tells me I'm a young man
but my head won't buy the plot
and though time is running out
time is all I've got...
animated smiles
collected and stockpiled
I pull one out, and slap it on
whenever my sure thing is not

put your best shoes on and then try
to sidestep the dance of the long goodbye

we were too young then
and now old too soon
to care if we were right or wrong
we made our plans to move on
but we were leaving all along...
my heart tells me I'm a young man
while my head is running in place
trying in vain to figure out
a way to win this race

punch your ticket and then try
to sit-out the dance of the long goodbye

out on the floor...spinning.....
every end is a beginning

The Candy Train

that warm injection
has found a friendly vein
now you're heading for a cloud
far over the rain
not a care in the world
you're feeling no pain
they've just punched your ticket
for the candy train
there's no round-trip fare when you find your chair
in the candy train

laying back for the ride
the hammer is down
your eyes are unfocused
as you make that journey uptown
you're getting higher and higher
as you misplace what is real
you're a frequent flyer
asleep at the wheel

reaching your destination
it's time to head on back
fixing your nine to five face
you can't afford to show your tracks
hoping the other you
won't come slipping through
the cracks...that remain
you're a one way ticket
on the candy train
your fate is complete when you take your seat
in the candy train

The Best I Can

I’ve been damned I’ve been blessed
I’ve bitten my tongue and beat my chest
I’ve kept score I’ve played for fun
I’ve held my ground and been on the run
I have loved I have lost
I’ve lined my pocket and I’ve paid the cost
I’ve been wise I’ve been an ass
I’ve been cautious and I’ve hit the gas
I’ve been right and I’ve been wrong
I’ve played dumb to what I knew all along
I’ve smelled out lies and misplaced truth
I’ve taken someone’s word and then asked for proof
I’ve weathered storms I’ve run for cover
I’ve been over the top and undercover
I’ve placed a welcome mat while building fences
I’ve sharpened my wit and dulled my senses

I may be a grain of sand in the master plan
but this is my life
and I’m doing the best I can

I’ve walked alone I’ve joined the crowd
I’ve doubted myself and I’ve been proud
I’ve been shown mercy I’ve been judged
I’ve been flexible and I haven’t budged.
I’ve led the charge I’ve sat in line
I’ve raced the clock and I’ve wasted time
I’ve asked for help I’ve held my ground
I’ve been cliché and I’ve been profound
I’ve cried in laughter I’ve laughed through pain
I’ve been insensitive and I’ve loved in vain
I’ve asked for forgiveness I’ve hidden my heart
I’ve sweet talked the morning and cursed in the dark
I’ve been a peacemaker I’ve stirred the pot
I’ve loosened my grip and tightened the knot
I’ve been jealous I’ve built trust
I’ve been supportive and I’ve shown disgust
I’ve given up and I’ve persevered
I’ve walked away and I’ve reappeared

I may be a bit player in the master plan
but this is my life
and I’m doing the best I can

Sunsets And Serial Killers

headlights approach
through a sunrise blown
I don’t know where they came from
I don’t know where they’re going

I can’t think too much
there’s no room for doubt
so I open the doors and windows
and let the sunset out

silhouettes and shadowed thought
there’s no reason to imagine
they won’t meet in a final reign
one goes down while the other rises up
one gives you tomorrow
and the other sends you pain

I’ve got to keep moving
got to stay one step ahead
of the light that looks to find me
hiding inside my head

I can’t think too much
it’s the only way to win
so I close the doors and windows
and let the serial killers in

Sudden Rain

her face comes back in waves
crashing at the edges of my mind
a memory my heart saves
in a place I can always find

she enters the darkness
the dream gone past
in open green fields
a sunrise the sunset steals
a moment unable to last

she’s a quick glance
gone while you still think there is a chance
she is the wave of a hand
the fade-out of music at the end of the dance
she’s a sudden rain…
leaving before you can taste the pain

Stories By Candle-Light

the last traces of daylight fade away
shadows arrive to takes their place
I see the soft siloette of your face
we gather around to remember...
memories come to the surface
feelings we long to embrace
new understandings a moment away
rekindled into a glowing ember
transfixed and radiant
eyes hungry and ears patient
remind us all of heart-felt rhymes
tell us about the best of times

tell me stories by candlelight
tell me how it was before we
all signed up for our busy lives

Sandcastle Heart

calm seas
cloudless skies
I drift into your ocean eyes
dark and deep
where mysteries are perched
on a sunset's fairy tale sleep

how much more can love grow ?
count every grain of sand
and every flake of snow...

bright mornings
starlit nights
your gentle glance
are a thousand candle-lights
shining upon your innocence

my little one...
may the waves of time
never steal your sand castle heart
that will always be a part of me

Remember Love

when you open your eyes
from a carousel of dreams
when the wind rushes through
the willow trees
remember me…

in the first light of morning
and when your room is dark at night
when your mind is clear
and your thoughts wander free
remember me…

you were always in my heart
young as the first day
and near as the longest miles apart

think of me on a rainy night
many years from now
whisper my name in the dark
and I will hear it somehow
think of the moments we smiled together
and the good things we dreamed of…
think of that feeling that lasts forever….
and remember love

Raining A Light Hell

faces are fading fast
into the black hole of the past
arriving for another farewell
raining a light hell

darting eyes dance the room
finding tomorrow a minute too soon
preying on the thirst you sell
raining a light hell

walking into the vacuum of night
shadows devour the light
feeding rain from blue skies
we all wait for morning
with our midnight eyes
one day of truth...
in a season of lies

the clouds open and pour
every drop, a story to tell...
raining a light hell

The Neon Jungle

Walking…look at al the people talking
Rushing…look at all the people pushing their way around
And here in the neon jungle, I feel like rain
In search of the ground

is it the color of my shoes
or the way that I walk?
is it the sound of my voice
or the way that I talk?

all I want to be is just another face
but their stares have left me
feeling out of place

walking…look at all the people talking
riding…look at all the people hiding behind their walls
and here in the neon jungle, I feel like a baby
learning to crawl

Middle Of The Road

resting low
far below
hearts beating
dreams aglow
day and night
come and go
thoughts scramble
to and fro
start off
end up
middle
of the
road
dreams aglow
far below
hearts defeated
resting low

Leave Me In The Desert

leave me in the desert
take away my name
maybe I'll find relief
in the absence of rain...
take me to the desert
leave me far behind
maybe in my blindness
shines the light of eternal mind

I can smell death on the deserts hot breath
stalking me...turning my skin to bone
my lungs into stone
I can hear the hiss of the rattlesnake
and the talk of a madman
faces and places crash in my mindless eye
I can feel myself slipping
yet growing ever stronger
as my wounds drip in the sun
and time stands still a little longer...
let the pain strip my senses
and the memory of every lie
my last moments will be a phoenix
a valley from which I can rise

leave me in the desert
take away my eyes
maybe I'll find wonder
in the absence of surprise

Kissing The Flame

the look in her eyes has him climbing the walls
he makes sure he's ready whenever she calls
drawing him closer, she's giving him hope
showing him freedom, she then pulls on the rope
she's got the moves that make his head spin
win or lose, there's no way he can win
she gave the audition and he nailed the part
quitting right now would be the perfect start

she knows the weakness feeding his doubt
sticking to the plan, she has it all worked out
before he knows it, he'll be playing her game
before he can blow it out
he'll be kissing the flame

kissing the flame
putting out fires
doing whatever she dreams or desires
he's always on call...all set up to fall
whenever she tires

the look on his face has her planning some more
like a little kid loose in a candy store
she won't come out unless she has her way
she won't leave him alone
until he begs her to stay

before he knows it, he'll be playing her game
before he can blow it out
he'll be kissing the flame

King Of The Streets

look at Paco, he don’t make sense
there’s no excuse for a midnight offense
playing numbers until the cops get tense
then its out the back door and over the fence
growing up crazy, growing up alone
the king of the streets
has his crown but no throne

hanging out by the liquor store
catching his ride for the Jersey shore
long hot summers is his winters cure
and then it’s back in his ride and back for some more
back in the city, back in his place
drinking Mateus until he’s out of his face
look at Paco on everyone’s case
turning his back on the whole human race

growing up crazy, growing up alone
the king of the streets
has got his crown but no throne

In The Last Days Of Ninety-Nine

I'm sitting all alone in a crowd next to me
wondering out low where the future might be
the dog has been fed and the news is on time
in the last days of ninety nine

the Clearwater Madonna silently weeps
and the last I heard...the Walrus still sleeps...
we creep-up to the fences but never over the line
in the last days of ninety nine

we have come a long way and nowhere at all
we talk a big game but seldom answer the call
we're all racing ahead and falling way behind
in the last days of ninety nine

we yearn for reason and look for truth
it all slips away like the days of our youth
we roam the world in search of God
without ever looking in our own backyard
we'll take a swim in our neighbor's pool
bring a sandwich... and a handgun to school
go to bed a genius and wake up a fool

we've run so far with our blinders on
that we don't know where we've been
or how long we've been gone
we're walking in a daze running out of time
in the last days of ninety nine

In A Castle Kept Clean

standing
in the darkened corner of the castle
the knight...honed to perfection
ancient whispers…undetected
floating down hallways
sunlight dripping
past cracks of the weathered door
the wind beats a chorus
upon the attics lonely chambers
closet doors creak
drapes move in waves of silk and sheen...
dead-bolt echoes shatter silence
ghosts stir in the dungeon
shackled and chained
steel sworded fences guard narrow bridges
untried by enemies...
the days follow order
padlocked and serene
in a castle kept clean

I'll Be Right Here

lay me down…pick me up
empty my tank…then fill my cup
take me to the edge
then pull me back
take me to the light
before you fade to black

roll your eyes…but understand
when I hide my words
I will offer you my hand

I'm not going anywhere
I'll be right here
In a place where you can find me
when you want to disappear

close the door
but open your mind
look for something
you never can find
take a fistful of gold
and throw it away
the sunshine is free
don't turn the other way

I'm not going anywhere
I'll be right here
In a place where you can find me
when you want to disappear

If You're Not Confused

two-way road to a dead end street
fast rewind to a slow retreat
one day you’ll be on your feet
but for now it’s a thought you weigh…

clear signals yet the lines are crossed
a past uncovered is now a future lost
impatience, and now your hand is forced
another bright light fading away….

if you’re not confused
you haven’t paid attention
so turn off the news
the silence is worth the mention

lock the door and turn off the lights
then let your dark-side shine through
hold a candle to a truth you hide
and from the shadow comes the real you

it’s a new world you’re in now
born of sweat and invention
and if you’re not confused
you haven’t paid attention

If A Heart Knows

fleeting,
like a sunset
on an undiscovered beach
beautiful,
like the stars
so far from my reach

love,
written in wind
and running water
slips,
falling to the ground
from my fingertips

the road is long
and the journey fast
we plan for tomorrow
but let the moment pass

words,
read between the lines
if a heart knows
the meaning of a story
…once upon a time

Heaven, Montana

when the world gets deep
I get off my feet
and arrive at a special place...
it's a town I've never seen
so I can paint any picture I need...
when I'm there I feel free
watching an eagle feed its born
as the Marlboro man rides at dawn
you won't find me on hands and knees...
in Heaven, Montana

rainbows splash on a baby blue sky
soft powder clouds roll in and roll by
a fresh cool breeze leaves you at ease
you can find yourself
without having to try

sunrise over mountains
moonlight under trees
old marble fountains
spill into streams
it's the perfect life in dreams
every time I go there
it's even more than it seems...
in Heaven, Montana

Good Men Bleed Fast

Mothers, hold on to your sons
before another one falls
in the valley of guns
be certain they don't slip up, trip up or fall
for good men bleed fast if they don't bleed at all

a brief pause...then a prayer it might last
broken by screams and shattering glass
old men mumble, young girls tremble
soldiers retreat, unable to assemble...

hate loves the night
it hides its twisted face
letting blind bullets fly
hitting mortar, metal, and the ones who die...
the battle grows hot while the bodies grow cold
another prayer for pause, before it unfolds
parents bury their children
children bury their youth
while the eyes of reason
turn their back on the truth

Mothers, hold on to your sons
before another one falls
in the valley of guns
be certain they don't slip up, trip up or fall
for good men bleed fast if they don't bleed at all

Forty Four Stones

floating in frozen injustice
asleep in huddled masses
still faces on a still sea
souls without claim
buried in the city of sorrow
in death they have no name
a child dead for ninety years
is still a child
forever innocent…smiling
in memories of the old

forty-four stones in Halifax
gather snow and fewer tears
in frozen ground
as frozen as the sea
that brought them there

Exiled Into Innocence

there is mercy in the heart of a lion
blank expressions burned into place
brilliant lights in a locked up room
many runners in a one man race...
there are no rungs on the ladder they're climbing
inner visions of wonder and dream
a starlit night with a drop-shadow moon
endless spools of daylight and green....

turning heads turn bridges to sand
exiled with the wave of the hand
there is mercy in the heart of a lion
there is treasure in the souls of the damned

Dream Junkie

voices from the t.v.
are now sermons in my head
a light from the corner
is a sun turning red
the clouds on my ceiling
pass the stars on my wall
while a breeze through my window
bend the trees on my door
and the crumbs on my carpet
turn to sand on the shore
dream on dreamer…
until you dream no more

Darkness Under Beauty

You can’t take your eyes off of her
You study her every move
It stirs something primitive
An instinct you can’t refuse

The water seems inviting
Though you know what lies below
the danger looks exciting
the place you’re willing to go
you enter with a sense of duty
behind darkness under the beauty

She can take you or leave you
The importance is only yours
You lay out your heart in spades
A gesture that she ignores
And still you study her every move
Waiting for some kind of admission
Maybe her unspoken words will
Restore your crippled intuition

You look for the light that shows you free
under darkness behind the beauty

Crazy George

crazy George is up at dawn
trolling for bottles and a place to pawn
doesn't have a home
or a landscaped lawn
his clothes decomposing
but neatly worn
another nameless women
will someday born...
crazy George lies on the floor
had one too many
and then one more
avoids reality
like a felon from the law
life is his problem
and the bottle, his cure

City Of Empty Glasses

purple sunrises
no surprises for the children
dream-covered mountains
overlook the make believe hill
while in the city of empty hands
time is standing still

there isn’t a soul on the street tonight
the lights change for no one
even the stars look confused
as a cat appears from an alley
feeling free to walk home

glowing moonlight
on the nights corner of town
dark looking faces
looking for their places in the sun
and in the city of empty glasses time passes
time passes on

Black Cloud Sitting

deep secrets
from a shallow grave
black cloud sitting on a wave
day is night and the night is gray
moonlight walkers stalk their prey
the thunder roars and a cat wails
blistered baby on a bed of nails
darkened corners drain light from the moon
the chilling winds make you wish it was June…
crawling flesh falls off a hand
headless mice wash up on sand
nightmares and screams
there’s no one to save
black cloud sitting on a wave

Back-Roads To Hell

you're unable to stop, just missed a sudden drop
you're out of control, and every corner has a cop
looking for a sign that puts you on the map
red lights and caution invite you into their trap

drive the low road
past dismembered signs
you're on the back-roads to Hell
riding shotgun for your crimes

underbrush and dirt trails
were with you from the start
you let the big bad world
tap dance over your eggshell heart
looking past a helping hand
you're unable to stop
as you tumble and land
at the bottom of the sudden drop

you drive your world crazy
as your world drives you blue
there's no light enough to shine
on the dark filled best of you

drive the low road
past dismembered signs
you're on the back-roads to Hell
riding shotgun for your crimes

(Gary Grasso, Bob Intini)

A Simple Difference

a river flows
endlessly
a flower grows
harmlessly
an eagle soars
magically
a life burns out
suddenly
and I go on…
wondering

A Slight Of Heart

what is love ?

mysterious faces in a crystal ball
a trace of light on a darkened wall
trap-doors and disguise
obscure reflection
from mirrored eyes
what is love,
silk handkerchief or morning dove ?

man in white gloves
smoke through trees
a padlocked chest
with a ring of keys
a body laid prone
a thought of suggestion
the wonder of unknown

what is love ?
the more you search the more you are blind
the heart is quicker than the mind

The Broken Promise Land

bought, sold, and settled in this castrated town
New York refugees are scattered all around
they're all running from something
and so they pretend
that they're not any closer
to what they will be in the end

I placed my northern money
in a sea of southern hands
and was wrapped, packed, and delivered
into the broken promise land

we gathered for a sunset
to watch the waves topple over the sun
another day gone in paradise
we try to believe we never had one

you can plan a better back-drop
and travel near or far
but you can't change or rearrange
the person you really are

I planted my hopes and dreams
to watch them grow under sunny skies
but they wilted and returned
into the soil of southern lies

the blessed became the damned...
in the broken promise land

The Jesus Dream

initial hesitation, patience torn
extended arm, worn in contradiction
blind renditions for a blue-eyed lady
now fading...withdrawn in attendance
shutters blinking...timed weary
balloons sinking
sinking and still...

now that I'm floating above the room
am I here too late or gone too soon ?
where the pop-cycles are in bloom

I felt the sun and it was cold
I saw the young and they were old
closing my eyes, I found a light
letting go, I took the flight

family faces call my name
every question is answered
every answer explained...
eternity awaits me across the stream
is this heaven, or the Jesus dream?

am I tucked in some corner of the universe
or right here in my head ?
where white feathers crash to the ground
and I can feel the color of sound

I watched my soul burn like the sun
I saw the old and they were young
opening my eyes, I found the night
back to the world of black and white
the journey lasted the length of my scream
one second is forever.. in the Jesus dream