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

Medicine Man

Oh... 

your weary arms,

hold you together, 
you're delicate as a feather,
my love. 

Oh... 

your feeble bones,

are breaking under the pressure, 
breaking under the weight of all
you've done.

No, 

you don't have to conquer this one. 

Your eyes...

are half open, 

it's no use closing,
it's no use closing 
them now, 

'cause when you see 

your self clearly

the image starts to fall away, 
and I can begin to make 
you well.

No, 

you don't have to conquer this one.

You Are Who Is

I feel 

that You Are

I know 

that You Are

I believe 

that You Are

that You Are. 

from Corazón: 

Come Back From the Deep

"Down in the alley, 
away, six floors down, 
he could see a cracked flower pot 
scattered over a spray of dirt 
and something pink 
sticking out of a green paper bow.
It was down six floors
smashed down six floors."

'Fuck,' said the modern man, 
the post modern soliloquist, 
talking in circles,
around his friend the ventriloquist...

(I keep running around)  

"'I don't understand Ivan, 
what does it mean?'"

<FRIGHT> [with emphasis] no, it's you! 
[with force, accusatory tone]

"'Is this just a wild fantasy or 
a mistake on the part of the old man, 
some impossible quid pro quo?" 

"' For the secret of man’s being 
is not only to live 
but to have something to live for. 
Without a stable conception 
of the object of life, 
man would not consent to go on living, 
and would rather destroy himself 
than remain on earth, 
though he had bread in abundance. 
That is true. But what happened? 
Instead of taking men’s freedom from them, 
Thou didst make it greater than ever! 
Didst Thou forget that man prefers peace, 
and even death, to freedom of choice 
in the knowledge of good and evil? '"

"Midway upon the journey of our life, 
I found myself within a forest dark,
For the straightforward pathway had been lost."

“'But ... that's absurd!' he cried, [flushing]. 
'Your poem is in praise of Jesus, 
it does not blame him —as you meant it to do. 
And who will believe you about freedom? 
Is that the way to understand it? 
That's not the idea of it 
in the Orthodox Church...'"

(feast or famine...)

(you can't believe 
what your feelings teach ya, 
you've gotta go your own way,

spread your wings and 
fly away over the sea 
as it drowns the world) 

"'But the little sticky leaves, 
and the precious graves, 
and the blue sky, 
and the woman you love! 
How will you live, 
how will you love them?... 

'With such a hell 
in your heart and your head, 
how can you? 
No, that's just what you are going away for, 
to join them... 
if not, you will kill yourself, 
you can't endure it!'"

"'Everything is permitted ... 
everything is permitted, is that it?'"

(Catch all the rainfall 
in your Blue Bucket of Gold, 
where do your footsteps fall, 
when you're getting older?
Every day I'm getting older..."

Come back, 
come back, 
come back, 
come back, 
come back,  

from 

The 

Deep  

Letter to Self

Oh, brother, you need 
some time and space
away, alone, 
just some time to think, 

You've been carrying this weight 
your whole damn life, 
now it's time to let go of it,
(high) time to let go of
the habit you know so well...

Self hate and disdain, 
tricks you into thinking 
you're the one with the key
it's a disease, my friend, 
oh, but it isn't the end,

You're free, 
to just be, 
as the Good Lord intends, 
let the facsimiles fall, 

(this knot is not 
who you were
intended to be at all) 

Love yourself!
Don't ever forget 
your Belovedness
or anyone else's

Kindness isn't weakness, 
(Love yourself!)
toughness is only defense,

When you gonna, gonna 
start living for real?
When you gonna let yourself 
drown in Grace,
Right now it's the opposite 
of what you think,

You don't have to solve this Mystery, 
You don't have to solve this Mystery,
You don't have to solve this Mystery, 

let Him instead.

Friends

It looks as if 
we've found ourselves
way up in a tree,

Oh, it's alright, 
if we stay a while, 
I don't really mind it here.

I've got a lot of good people 
on my mind,
I'm not looking to be 
distant strangers,

Maybe we'll all sit out 
by the campfire
singing kumbaya... 
watching sparks fly up 
into the sky... 

I look at where 
we are my friend
and it seems we've grown 
apart somewhat, 

Oh I believe in what
the distance brings
though I'm bound here
to waiting patiently.

I've got a lot of good people 
on my mind,
I'm not looking to be 
distant strangers,

Maybe we'll all sit out 
by the campfire
singing kumbaya... 
watching sparks fly up 
into the sky...
(into the sky...)

The weather outside, 
can't affect your mind 
if you don't let it now
(oh you won't let it now)

don't let it get inside
and hide that light 
you've got to let it shine
(you've got to let it shine)

I'm saying 'no man is an island'
we're together in this

'no man is an island'
we're together in this 

You And The Flume

The sky
inside
and the silhouettes in view
amidst the subtle hues,

Moving
through
the scenes
and the motions
the motions,

And the rise
the ocean
and I
thought I saw
the water,

thought
I saw
the water,

but the grain
the grains
of sand
surrounded us
(oh, they surrounded us!)

while the visions
came and went
I could have been
caught up
in the mirage of

the barren land
beyond the fence
in an arid
sand nothingness

I could have thought
I saw
when the film fell off...

...You.

Sometimes
we survive
like animals
like beasts
in the wild

the Truth
so elusive
oh the sieve settles 
and strains
distills
and all that retains

oh, but the shade,
drew away
and Your arms surrounded us
(Your arms surrounded us)

while the visions
came and went
I could have been
caught up
in the mirage of

the barren land
beyond the fence
in an arid
sand nothingness

I could have thought
I saw
when the film fell off...

...the likes of You. 

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

And it takes a toll

(And it takes a toll) 
"I can't believe what you've done..."

creation
groans and aches

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 can 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

 And it takes a toll

(And it takes a toll) 
"I can't believe what you've done..."

creation
groans and aches

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?