Lyrics

The Desert:

Children of the Sun

I’m dreaming for these, these months to come,
that they’d be brighter than the sun,
and may we reach out, reach out our arms,
to find what’s near and what is far.

Reason’s hope and reason’s fate,
that we might find ourselves today,
embracing hours and moments stitched.
In such time we do exist.

And still I’m dreaming of these,
months with rattled suitcases,
pictures of…

the ceaseless faces,
traced above,
painted colors,
of the sun.

I am no prophet, for future’s sovereign,
land extends beyond my pockets.
Surely we without knowing why,
care so deeply without showing.

How to show and how to read,
these small wonders may always be.
These hands they shake now, watched out awake,
only in song can one relate,

And still I’m dreaming of these,
months with rattled suitcases,
pictures of…

the burnt out lanterns strewn across,
the wooden floors with ancient moss,
the people talk as one,
their messages written as they run,

their ceaseless faces,
traced above,
painted colors,
of the sun.

the ceaseless faces,
painted colors,
traced above,
because we’re children,
children of the sun

Graffiti

Shooting blanks off the canvas,
happens water in a cold stance.
I feel fine,
yet I'm restless of a different kind.

Am I low?
Am I low and away?
And I low?
Am I low and away?

Seconds tick,
my pulse is quick,
this soul is yearning to ROAM.

And I get the feeling that You're healing my bones,
And I get the feeling that You're healing my soul.
Walking in this city,
am I walking alone?
Are You with me?
Can You hear me?
Am I walking alone?

I'm like the wick of a candle,
or falling quartz off a mantle.
I see fine-flamed reflections.
I thought the clock had died.

Oh why?
Am I low?
Am I low?
Am I low and away?

Seconds tick,
my pulse is quick,
this soul is yearning to ROAM.

Where've you been,
Innocence?

the flash and the color looking outside in,
this window is finishing the pictures,
in my head

The currents and the silence,
the beating of my heart,
the grip of the violence,
is keeping us apart,
And there's,
there’s writing on the walls,
like graffiti on my heart.

Vagrants

Pieces, 
of shells washed up on the beach, 
within footprints, 
A hundred facts, 
impressed into the sand 

People are walking, 
carrying their dreams, 
on their backs, 
like mystics, 
in a caravan from the east, 

Fragments of atonement fell,
into the well. 
How might we retrieve them? 

We come as kings and queens,
like vagrants in disguise,
travelers following, 
this luminescent guide,

now higher than the human race could reach 
suspended in a moment.

What style could still,
within the looking glass, 
above the aisles now filled
with vagrants? 

It was the culprit so elusive, 
so ephemeral… 
held,

Fragments of atonement fell,
into the well. 
How might we retrieve them?

Is it so? 

Treehouse

Clashes filled with political motives,
power-trips in our heads,
can’t stop the revolutions,
spinning in a lost cause looking for something,

and it’s here,
I can tell,
somewhere far below the surface,
you’re not well,

and you’re here,
so still,
almost frozen,
so I’ll,

hold a light,
to your darkness inside,
and we’ll wait for the break,
give this another try.

This seems like another one,
of those broken puzzle pieces.

There’s a treehouse in the middle of nowhere,
standing in the green wide open.
“Unadorned,” says a soothsayer,

simple as it lives is the truth there.

Cool mist floating through the windows,
constellations like signals in the dark,

Constant still anticipation,
shepherds running over the hills,
The splendor of a midnight clearing,
fortunate witnesses rushing,
Then their hands tensed up in fear.

All of us were saying,
How the robbers keep robbing,
and the players keep playing,
don’t stop, don’t stop,
praying for a miracle,

Let’s,
take some time,
to give some thanks,
for the ones,
for the One who gave us everything,
beyond, beyond,
a love that’s deeper than anything,


So I’ll,
hold a light,
to your darkness inside,
and we’ll wait for the break,
give this another try,

This seems like another one,
of those broken puzzle pieces,
of another life.

Make Us a Shelter

Make us a shelter,
for a day when it’s raining,
outside,
on a cold winter’s night.

and we’ll take these stones,  
and place them where our hopes,
are growing
thin.

The sand beneath my feet,
refuses to stand still,
while the wind and the waves,
carry it away.

So we set off so boldly,
with every good intention,
Oh, did I mention?
we’re starting again.  

Still we’re cold with doubt,
figuring the folds that frame this house.
We turned inside out,
watching all the walls fall down.

Young:

Down in the Glade

down in the Glade
where i walked yesterday
i saw script written Fate
staring back at me saying

“You cannot face
this alone oh no
there’ll be angels awaiting
your Prodigal Soul”

there is a Grace
i am sure, i am sane
this is how I left off
this is how

i began

“come out slowly

crawling on your calloused hands and knees”

then a Voice came
soft and low
it was only a whisper
lost in a crowded room

there is a Grace
i am sure, i am sane
this is how i left off
this is how

I began

As the Cedars Grow

I don’t want to take Your Glory
I just want to fill my cup
after all this is Your Story
all I can do is empty myself in

you are the Potter and I am the clay
you are the Writer and I am the ink
with every stroke
I am made

I am made Whole

And Pure

As the Cedars Grow

I don’t want to steal your Glory
I just want to fill my cup
after all this is Your Story
all I can do is empty myself in

Love


Invenire Te

I was just listening
to a Transmission
to the sound and the frequency
of a car as it fades down the street

and Your window was the Medium
between
the faintness

oh the faintness of a minute’s Wish
is Evidence buried in my Youth
Oh I Pray

because Faith
in the Restlessness State,
is to be One with the Silence of the Infinite

Only just a Sojourn
is the Moment that we hold
So Sacred our Souls
How we cannot comprehend
Them

I was just holding Your Head in my hands
Like a Child with a smile
From an innocent Desire I acquiesce

oh the faintness of a minute’s wish
is Evidence buried in my youth
Oh I Pray

that We remain Fragile
within the Fear and the Awe
that’s in this Space

because Faith
in this Restlessness State,
is to be One with the Silence of the Infinite

Only just a Sojourn
is the Moment that we hold
So Sacred our Souls
How we cannot comprehend
Them

I want to know You
Why are You so shy?

Invenire Te

Kharizestai

how the priest's four Words could chase
the fullness of the present state
the message fixed in Symbols lit
the language fails to capture it

Efficacious as a dirge
within the words that call to Earth
heaven's mirth the emptiness
Kenosis as the Body rests

Chris Rod got shot outside the park
He was walking after dark
He got caught between the Harm
the Hurry of the Crossfire

He became the Scapegoat slain
motionless on pavement lain
His arms outstretched
His figure framed
a gesture of
His silent Pain

Veronica was running late
she'd just locked the entrance Gate
and as She left the Sacred Lane
She witnessed how the Victim cried

"Why

have You forsaken Me?"

What Veronica saw
between the shakes and the coughs
the Bloodstains on Her Cloth
reminiscent of the Face of God.

I am blind

calmest wit
follows qualms within
like snow then crystal thin

rogue ice
cold guise
hard to recognize
at night

spies

I need to hide
before they find my Tracks
I cannot wait
another day

a demon's quip
lay motionless
locked in wilderness
(a Klondike abyss)

rogue silence
quiet violence
hard to recognize
the mind

spies

I need to define
before they find my tracks
I cannot wait
another day

Who am I?

I am blind

from
little way letters

Author of Life

Who is the father of chaos and lies
And who is the author of life?
For all of diabolos's schemes and scattering
He surely must know he's in vain

Yet it takes a toll
A toll a toll
On creation
That groans, groans and aches
It takes a toll, a toll, a toll
On creation
that Aches

Just what did the Spirit see
As it left the Son's broken body

And descended into a sea
Filled with souls locked in Dante's Dream?

Oh how does a Father of lights from above
Watch as his Son dies below?
For a moment it seems
The deceiver is king
While the Temple Veil tears into two

It takes a toll, a toll, a toll
On creation that groans, groans
And aches

It takes a toll, a toll, a toll
On creation that aches