Tuesday, November 29, 2005

Where the river ends...

You'll find me where the river ends
where the sun stands still
and time begins to slow

into eternal day
and I'm lost beneath the spray
of a waterfall of infinite beauty
depth and passion
pooling in one the will of all
and gathering together
all in it's never ending fall

You'll find me on the rock
which overlooks the edge
of the waterfalll that will take you
to where time began and for us will end
at the bottom in the pool
of the river of life, where it rushes over the waterfall
from this rock I prepare to jump
following the call
of the river as it falls and seduces with it's calls
of life that will never end
of the thrill of the fall
the lie that to fall is to fly

You'll find me as I'm falling
as I leap from the rock overlooking the edge
I'm fallling but if feels like I'm soaring
like an eagle above the waterfall with spray
gleaming in the sunlight the river thunders down
so this is freedom of mind body and soul
freedom from fear, inhibition, and even life itself
but as much as I feel that I'm soaring
I know I'm falling as the pool is growing
and it entrances me with the whirlpool
that spins like a cyclone in it's center
Intrinsic forces tell me that I am here
almost at the middle of it all
as I breach the water and end my fall
as calmly I allow the whirlpool to win
and whirl me into the cyclone of life, death, and timelessness

you'll find me as I'm sucked under the surface
pulled down into utter darkness
life, breath, all that I thought I was, rush from me
and for a moment I'm in oblivion
between hell's fires and heaven's songs
until from the murky depths below a drop of blood
arises, and diffuse around my body and covers my soul
instantly freeing me from myself, from the body that had held
my soul down, out in an instant my soul arose from the whirlpool
that still churned out of control
leaping from the tumultuous waters
and flying truly flying above it all
above the waterfall
there I see as my soul flies upward
toward somewhere; many like myself
following the call of the waterfall
taking the fall at the river's end

you'll find me beyond where you never thought you'd be
beyond the clouds and the stars we can see
my soul has finally found it's home
in peace I rest and from this place
I descry the river of life in which
we all once lived and the waterfall
where the river ends
and time begins to slow

Friday, November 04, 2005

If today was tomorrow

If today was tomorrow
then tomorrow'd be the weekend
I'd be standing next to you
one more week would be over
just one more week older
and I would be holding you

God gave two arms to me
I know what to do with these
they're here to hold you baby
whenever the world's upside down
I'll hold you on solid ground
and when everything's just fine
when life is a ride
I'll be there to hold you
in the forever of tonight

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

Bowling for Soup: Ridiculous (looking up) - I really love this song-

Try not to talk when there's nothing to say.
Kept bottled up, we get carried away.
Then I fall, then I fall down.
Then we fall down.

And you know that it makes me feel so ridiculous.
A pocket full of posies..

We fall down on the inside; pretty on the outside.
Turn it around, can we turn it around?
Try to make a comeback with nowhere to start from now.
But it's looking up.

A second chance, a much better day.
A sunset that just won't go away.
Then I fall, then I fall down.
We all fall down.

And you know that it makes me feel so ridiculous.
A pocket full of posies..

We fall down on the inside; pretty on the outside.
Turn it around, can we turn it around?
Try to make a comeback with nowhere to start from now.
But it's looking up.

And you know you said you'd never end up this way.
Close the door behind you, i just wanna stay for a while.

We all fall down, we all fall down, we all fall..
Down on the inside; pretty on the outside.
Turn it around, can we turn it around?
Try to make a comeback with nowhere to start from now.
But it's looking up.

Down on the inside; pretty on the outside.
Turn it around, can we turn it around?
Try to make a comeback with nowhere to start from now.
But it's looking up.

Bowling for Soup : Ridiculous (looking up)