beacon on the hill calling me in [hope]
I am little blind [naive...

Along these lines, if you listen closely
You will hear my personal points of view...

Putting things into perspective,
Mind games if you will...

I have this innate ability to slip seamlessly
Through the cracks between my personalities...

When the light goes out, in his eyes
Grey flat jelly stairs blankly...

Bombs they blow stuff apart
Concrete, bricks, cars, and people...

Vision is our predominate sense
Photos movies from the mind...

Hello my dawn filled world
Dove grey clouds sprinkled across my sky...

Crying is the affirmation of feeling
Feeling being the only authentic compass in life...

You have to have a chance, to take it
You need the ball to play...

Puppet moves; rap breaking a dance
Wiggling gyrating and synthesizers...

My heart speaks within my being
Reminiscing; it's an old man thing...