When Is It Time?

Falling out of time again
from the point where we needed to be
searching soul, for a way,
leads back only to where we've been
this world seems so sublime
as we fall down over and over again
when is it time?

If you can't lie now to yourself
you'd better learn to believe
determine your needs now from your wants
and wear this mask - at all times
if you can't lie now to yourself
you'd better learn believe
and accept your lot in which you're caught
false faith is what you've got...or not

I can't tell what this life should be
comedy or tragedy?
we have a need to find a way
to that point where we're all being forced to see
and if this life lets us down
know we had a hand in it's script
hero or the clown?
to trip or to rip?

If you can't lie now to yourself
you'd better learn to believe
determine your needs now from your wants
and wear this mask - at all times
if you can't lie now to yourself
you'd better learn believe
and accept your lot in which you're caught
false faith is what you've got, it's what you sought

Shakespeare said the world's a stage
but never gave a map to the trap doors
the things that we threw away
the things we made ourselves ignore
and when this mirror makes us cry
over and over again
when is it time?

If you can't lie now to yourself
you'd better learn to believe
determine your needs now from your wants
and wear this mask - at all times
if you can't lie now to yourself
you'd better learn believe
and accept your lot in which you're caught
false faith is what you've got, on ourselves it was brought
If you can't lie now to yourself
you'd better learn to believe
determine your needs now from your wants
and wear this mask - at all times
if you can't lie now to yourself
you'd better learn believe
and accept your lot in which you're caught
false faith is what you've got, or it's all for naught

Ambitions of a Tinker

I've lived to tell the tale
of agony and frustration
survived the battles of
self-imposed self-altercations
and made my best to find the way
while reason often alludes me
for I'm an idealistic fool
I posses this tenacious ambition
that I can never keep at bay

Pursuit of passion and contentment
may be nothing but a dream
though I feel like hell and wish I were well,
I know life is never as it seems
for the poet's like a tinker
whose heart's always for the road
life goes on, and so must I
no matter the weight of this load

For when the wagon's no longer moving
and this life comes to an end
bowed at the back, a confidence that lacks,
miles are measured by your friends
no sunrises or sunsets
ever define a perfect day
for perfection is an infection
and is what leads us astray

For I've lived to tell the tale
of self-imposed self altercations
survived the battles of
agony and frustrations
and made my best to find the way
while dreams often allude me
for I'm an idealistic fool
I posses this tenacious condition
that I can never keep at bay

Strings Attached

Well you know I'm rather artsy
and it affects the way I think
I bear my soul to those I don't know
like a man out on the drink
I espouse my thoughts and philosophies
but sober I remain
knowing full well, those ideals upon which I dwell
cause me nothing more than pain
life imitating Art you see
is nothing more than a dream
for conservative conventions usurp our intentions
and stitch us up at the seams
I'm freakish as on the fringe I hang
attached by this garroting thread
judged for believing differently
and the controversial things I've said
tell me what is the point of carrying on this way
trying to make water in to wine?
it's not a tale that I can swallow or system I'd follow
but I chase it all the time
tell me what is the point of carrying on this way
and trying to make my mark?
when the crowds they will crush you,
with tarred brush they will rush you
snuffing out that faint spark
For you know I'm rather artsy
and it affects the way I think
I feel so pathetic, wish I were apathetic,
or could drown away into drink
Yes, you know I'm rather artsy
and it affects the way I think
but I'm hooked to the seam, attached by a dream
so I'll give a nod and a wink...

The Yielding Limb

You sit alone
amidst strong yielding trees
as the wind, it howls
born of a breeze
the ghost of thoughts
rove swirling round your head
mixing pleasure with all that you dread
mixing pleasure with all that you dread

Away from home
where you can not dwell
and dogmatic circumstances
of this personal hell
the life you live
and the one of which you wish
leave you broken by all that's amiss

Why do we even try
to live in a world that
makes us deny?
O why, O why do we try
in a world where
our dreams are denied?

The days we spend
in a life so brief
stuck and gutted
like a wretched wreck on a reef
a sea that's so vast
filled with beauty and strife
the cruel savage nature of life
the cruel savage nature of life

Thoughts of a day
when these winds fill your sails
and the tempest desists
pulling you through this gale
to be in a place
as a tree rooted and sound
bend but not broken on the ground

Why do we even try
to live in a world that
makes us deny?
O why, O why do we try
in a world where
our dreams are denied?

Living in the Culture of Fear

The culture of fear
leaves us little release
stuck like a crumb
in the throat of the beast
the violence and terror
we need to be freed from
get passed on down
through the barrel of a gun
what if we all just ignored
the lies that have been set
can we ever be separated
from the greed that we beget?

Weapons in space
are the next bold frontier
billions blast off
this brilliant blue sphere
despite starving millions
they still make their case
to defend our freedom,
justifying this waste
but what kind of freedom is it
with everyone in someone's sights
pawns of power we've become,
swords, bombs now satellites

Now this hate they sell
creates this hell,
and we're lost forever more
for the culture of fear
drives us all to tears
and we're lost forever more

I try to live life
the best that I can
but just like the love
of a woman and man
nothing is simple
and sometimes we quit
or we're too overwhelmed
by society's whip
but what matter are our lives
when so many each day are lost
things will never ever change
if we keep paying the cost

The culture of fear
leaves us little release
though some of us try,
taking the throat of the beast
choose what to swallow, don't wallow
but choose to ask why
and live fully this day
for on one tomorrow we die.