Only taking false prophets at the moment...

Without meaning, stumbling and confused.

Searching with eyes covered and closed with yellow tape from the last policemans ball.

Tasting baton and cracked freedom ringing in my mind,

I lay my sign down to read between the lies.

Security at the cost of individually, 

progressive pillow talk as leaders spend my last dime.

What is this all for if prisoner is all you see when you look in the mirror,

Slave in reflection is meaningless without a smile and a word of good job done.

Times they are a changing as social engineers design the next revolution,

wanting control in our rebellious ways.

Human against human as the tears fall in the gas,

elderly arrested for speaking their minds.

Pickets are drawn like badly designed signs of the apocalypse,

worlds always ending to sell you their new book.

A Wilcock manipulates the underdeveloped heart,

as rows of people line up for the messiah role.

Only taking false prophets at the moment... 

Follow me!

Locked in the flow of spring laying in the grass licking my wounds of the long winter freeze. leaves dance before my eyes as a child hands me a flower. The tear blinding my world as the sun reflects the pain I'm giving away. Clutching to this memory, I roll down a sloped hill laughing as my inner child becomes anew. The child follows behind seeking attention in the most basic need. "Follow me" he screams!

I see this sun, and the son that follows behind. He looks at me and tells me again "follow me" This is spring again, this is the beginning of something new. The forces align as bright as a lotus Rose, the infinite within sparks a world of Illusion. Mystery shrouds the coming blossoms, the age of love an opening sound.

Time to follow the breeze not the storm that leads. Longing in a sea of pedals, gifts from the unborn stars. Watching bees producing beauty, watching it all underneath the trees.