Such is the search for truth and happiness. In this single life in the
'Kozmos' execute all mental slavery and negativity in the mind upon first appearance. Believe me when I say go forth and find your deepest self and find out what you want.
Explore only spiritual paths with heart.
I render all critisizms and questions that set boundries on me or others engaged within a belief system as negative, null and void. The true me; the true you, shall shine and shine forth brightly when contacted.
No boundry holds us. Celebrate and dance your life away.
The Final Cut …
Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes
I can barely define the shape of this moment in time
And far from flying high in clear blue skies
I’m spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide.
If you negotiate the minefield in the drive
And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes
And if you make it past the shotgun in the hall,
Dial the combination, open the priest hole
And if I’m in I’ll tell you what’s behind the wall.
There’s a kid who had a big hallucination
Making love to girls in magazines.
He wonders if you’re sleeping with your new found faith.
Could anybody love him
Or is it just a crazy dream?
And if I show you my dark side
Will you still hold me tonight?
And if I open my heart to you
And show you my weak side
What would you do?
Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?
Would you take the children away
And leave me alone?
And smile in reassurance
As you whisper down the phone?
Would you send me packing?
Or would you take me home?
Thought I ought a bare my naked feelings,
Thought I ought a tear the curtain down.
I held the blade in trembling hands
Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
I never had the nerve to make the final cut.