The truth

Take this moment

Truth it comes so slow to me
Ah if only I had the eyes to see
But I am blind to what's in front of me
Truth it comes so slow to me

Others can see what I cannot
They get up and leave
At just the right moment
They do not dally to lend a hand
When they see I am a drowning man

Truth it comes so slow to me
What I lack in life is clarity
Others tell me to walk away
That I should never darken the doorway
But all that light turns into shade
When Truth it is so slow to me

But at last the light does dawn
The mansion is revealed
It floods the garden lawn
Every room is revealed inside
And I can see where I have hidden
My pride

Some how myself to me
Has been like this darkened monstrosity
This haunted house where her ghost haunts
But I've drawn back the curtains
The sun shines in through the vaults
And banished are her looks, her books
Banished those times of demise and rooks
Which lived in the upper tower
Have flown far away to some other power

My house is my own again
I live here in my home again
Every room is open
No door is barred
When something is spoken
Nothing gets broken or scarred
The Truth it is so slow to me
But truth at last did set me free

a Truth part 1

Truth, my truth is that happiness
Is not a thing made of clay
It is transient like a golden globe of light
You cannot hold it too long
Before it slips away
It is not earned
Yet nor does it come through laziness
It requires work
It requires oneness
With being and the universe

There is a strange fact
That those who have less but
Spend their time with others
Rate themselves happier
Think, and thinking makes you sad
The knowledge is like a weight
But live, and dance and talk
And socialize
These things make people happy
Not work for work's sake
Life for life's sake
Find the God within
For God's sake

Brown leaves

Brown leaves, brown leaves
Go walking down the street
The dead of the land
The wind will winnow and treat

Like people that stand
Like people that fall
Brown leaves, brown leaves
The wind will winnow them all

Brown leaves, brown leaves
And the fat of the land
The people will meet
But they won't understand
When the wind blows them down
They must try to stand
Brown leaves, brown leaves
Blown across this great land

Hear in the heart wood
The heart ache of the forest
Here every acre is living
On time it does borrow
Brown leaves in the field
By the river, in the hand
Green leaves today,
Will be brown leaves tomorrow

Summer nights

The Summer lights are going
The Winter nights are glowing
In this city
Harry Krishna tribes are singing
Who do you think you are?

You turn to me with that glazed look
Like your soul has been written
By my will
But that look
Like all your silver has been sold
And I'm the one
Who owes you gold
Who do you think you are

The alchemy of this situation
Is like a bowl of dust to me
Like a potter at a wheel
You've turned me
Around and around
To the shape you want me
Fired in your furnace of love
I'm like a fragile vase
For you to fill up
Who do you think you are

The long summer

Its time to look back
Now I'm not trying to compare
Nor even trying to understand
The things that I cannot bear
To even hold within my hands

It just leads to some despair
Of despots, generals, the common man
But if you tell me I will lead them
And together we can make a stand

Don't forget you owe me nobles
I borrowed your bottle
From the Arab sands
Where knights in white cloth
Ride full throttle
On their camels over land

Should you ask me for for their number
None will come when I feel number
Than a candle in a wax work tumbler
Rolling over rumplestiltskin

Last night I saw a ranger
Flying high above
The sea even looked
Stranger then
As if not the face I love
Autumn in Hungary
Warmth in the sunlit streets
Nobody moves out of your way
Nothing poetic to say about that

A bed of snow

Well the sun came down
Every step of the way
And Heaven seemed
Such a long long day

Paradise was lost
Along the way
But regained at great cost
To the ones who would pay

You see I saw the demise of the skies
That day
That fortune smiles on us guys
Down the blue highway
But in the end who wins
When nobody pays?
I've got golden luck
I'm sure
But its on a silver sideways

The more you see
The less you understand
Well that's just like me
My love when I show you my hand

Try and read the palms
They'll be blowing in the wind
To the sound of the Caribbean

An impostor has been sleeping my bed
He told me nothing when I asked him
What was inside his head
He was like an actor
Who had lost his script
The words come out
But he's no idea how they'd been writ

I ask why he needs to swallow his pride
He tells well its best to put those old things aside
I say from my standpoint we all look the same
He said they sure do when you're inside the game
Try looking at things from the outside
And so I started by removing his dark glasses
So I could tell when he lied

The London Rain is falling

I don't love you in the rain
No more, no more
I don't love you in the rain
Amore, Amore, Amore

I don't love you in the flood
No more, No more my blood
I don't love you in the flood
Amore amore, amore

I don't love you in the down pour
No more, no more
I don't love you in the down pour
Amore, amore, Amore

How about the tear drop fall
No more, no more
How do those tear drops fall
Amore, amore, amore

Give me buckets I'll fill them with love
No more, No more my Lady
Give me buckets filled with your love
Amore, amore, amore