October 4, 2013

  • The Dreamer

    I seek the samba sequence go thru the wind
    A lone flamingo wanders into a mountain of Zen
    It takes me up
    My heart alive
    Dreamer paint the canvas
    Human kind

    I dream the day daring to open my hands
    My fingers point to the mysteries of African lands
    I'm opening
    I want a sign
    Dreamer give me power
    To know what's right

    It's been calling since i swayed into
    the arms of your beat
    the calling of the spirit
    to the soul by the heat
    of the passion of the old stained, rickety grime
    guitars split the universe, all space and time
    left you there, tongue lash salt of the ground
    i'm fully realized in the arms of your sound
    give me all, or give me, nothing to breathe
    i wouldn't want to, without, some reprieve
    the ill of reality, it rotates my guts
    see you there, a sunset, of golden huts
    so take me back, i'd gladly go,
    back to the beginnings of my spiritual home