Letter from a Dreamer

A generation of musically deprived children
Artificial notes
Unreal sounds
Technological instruments
Surreal feelings
Pop culture

Who can save her
from becoming what THEY want
The end is coming
I can feel it's near
Have no fear
I'm on my way, with my peers

Instruments in hand
We wont let you down
Together we stand
Uniting all lands
Not for the fame, or the money
For respect, from every Woman and Man

games

Dream of games
cups and planes
the only one of my color
they're calling me names
things aren't what they seem
it's a damn shame

rolling dice
running mice
try to get away
he won't be so nice
but stay on his good side
and you wont ask twice

she named her child after me
destined for greatness he will be
me and this women are not married
nor are we merry
but on the day of christmas
this young one will be free

art bar

I'm not really sure how it all works out
if it goes this way
or that way
how does it get there?
where does it start?
I'm not sure at all

i don't know anything about it
but it seems like i do
i'm clueless
yet so relaxed and smooth
if it happens, it's supposed to
but i don't really know

some people have the calling
some people make the calls
some people accept what they are given
and some people make their own future
does it really matter?
or is it just part of the game?

i really don't care much
so why should you?
life is given
life is taken
take a breath
let it out

mr mojo risin

something about this, man
brings joy to my heart
fear to my soul
yet being so far
he makes me feel at home
he has a special gift
that he can never give

he is the only one
the original
unique
never ending
the door to infinity
his inspiration is eternal

a friend to everyone
and in some odd way
he always knows how i feel
like he's always there
without ever being there
where are you?

a love letter
a symbol of appreciation
a way of life
his arms are always open
awaiting in the place of eternity

Truthfully

This lost little boy

Sits in his void

Writing his sorrows

Hoping for joy

Keeps love

Close to his side

The silence of night

Brings to him pride

For another day has passed

That he didn't die

This scared little boy

Tried to go home

destined for greatness

forever alone

What good is this world

With no one to share with

"open your eyes

And you'll understand it"

A voice like thunder

The silence came crashing

the social type

some nights are painful
some days are blissful
some evenings are fruitful
and the mornings are shameful

some days are long
some nights don't last
happiness is gone
manic depression comes back

he tries to escape
the door is locked
he opens a window
but its blocked

trapped in a hell
designed by himself
a small candle light
provides enough to survive
the sweet sound of music
coming from outside