Finding The Sea




Come with me into the desert,

but hold no fear.

It’ll do you no good,

not there, not here.


Come with me,

and bring your home,

for there you will be,

truly alone.


We’ll get lost,

in the cold ‘n dry unknown.

Emptiness faltering,

as we wind and roam.


Come with me into the desert,

I’ll help you lose your way.


Let go of all.

All is none,

or some for none.

Nothing is what it seems.

We are all figments,

of our wildest dreams


What’s the one who’s called to come?

Nothing more than the other one.

Words, the gift, I’ll give you mine,

Just follow me into,

the Desert of Mind.



The Roadhouse


When I was young,

we didn’t need fun.

We used our hearts,

our minds,



Motorcycle madness through neighborhood streets.

Girls who made the days more sweet.


Angry child under wraps,

sees the pain, unhappiness.

What’s the reason to feel alone?

Here, we’ll take rest upon this stone.


The Roadhouse.

Tall and near.


for the ones of fear.


Biker-bar, drunken-shroud,

light to lead the way.

Fast car, broken crowd,

fight no more today.


The First Few Steps

Taking the first few steps

– Sand?

White hot.

Fills your shoes.

Blistering, scolding pain.


The way we came from,

miles behind in high sun.

A road, it seems,

of broken dreams.


After all that was our call,

to come, learn to fall.


Wandering group of scoundrels,

dead by midday in fright.

– Nothing out here is worth this.

Is nothing worth a fight?


Two have turned,

in time to return,

to what they see inside.

Now it is all but her and I.


Do you know why I made you come,

I say to the one.

– To show how strong I’ll become?

To teach that you are one.


– Great creator of stars!

What meaningless words

Who was so willing,

to go this far?


She sits,



Oh Desert,

absent of beauty!

All alone,

– A desolate reality?


We are far from home.


We must push forward,

through the heat.

We must not stop.

– Not even to drink?



will come softly called.

Waiting until we are ready,

to drift steadily,

away from all.


I promise you this;

you’ll see yourself–

You’ll see us all

as minds that never stall.

You’ll wander in waste,

but have no distaste,

for time is the only appalled.


– Oh hazy of heavens!

– This heated hell!

No more does the mind tell?

– No more words are needed!

When all you’ve left is to read it?

– Away from all those whom dwell?

Only so long as no-one from their hell,

comes knocking for midnight hotel.


All of the people, in all of the world

All of the boys, and all of the girls

need a guiding hand today.

So in the desert we pray.

– For peace to come to all?

For those who fail to stand tall.


It’s all in the heart

– and in the mind?

Just play your part,

for all of your kind.

Show them how to find the sea,

out in the desert, amid empty pleas.


Do you know the stars,

And do you stare up afar?

Something guiding you, somewhere,

neither near, nor far.


Feelings of doubt.


My feelings carry clouds,

you dig me?


So young and new,

but look deep in her eyes,

do the depths

show no reprise?



Never, my friend.

Never before,

and never again.

So many say, but only pretend.

What of the ones, whom never bend?

Never fake it, or falter,

never break their intent?


They are the ones that make it out to sea.

Out to waves breaking in glee.

Does no-one but we see?

The few, the proud,

all we may be.

Out in the desert,

searching for the sea!


We push forward,

determined and set.

Yet something on the horizon,

causes us jest.


A flash of camel, and memory,

of things the way they used to be.


Amid all inside we,

feel tingling uncertainty,

as we walk deeper through,

the Desert of Lost Memory.


The Desert Of Lost Memory


Deeper inside, yet one in the same

this barren land graced with no name.

So many things we see inside,

so many more we live without lie,

without hatred, decried,

without the land that bore us,

to darken our eyes.


Her lips are silent,

in line with her thoughts.

Her only attention,

lies deep in the plot.


I thought I’d show,

after a stop,

what it is about life,

you’ve truly forgot.


Pretty things,

nice rings,

a place to call your own.

Broken wings,

cold springs,

those fallen from the throne.


Inside have I seen,

of all this life convened,

and so in my hands, I hold the key

to all your wildest dreams.


Further in now,

or closer to out?

I hadn’t planned,

all of this drought.


Apathetic release,

springs new hoping trees.

They grope with desperate pleas.

But in time you see,

its nothing more than illusory.

Power and fate,

pleasure and pain,

we’re all more than thee.


Something inside must die,

so that nothing more can hide,

deep within,

covered by pride.


Liberate me,

as I will you.

Our hearts desire wild,

falling through.

Loss of hope, recognition,

all that we hold true.

Here in the desert,

now do I show you.


Come night we must rest,

in sweet duress,

all part of finding

life, happiness.


Learning to rely on one another,

We find comfort,

warmth, release,

when we become,

all that we have seen.


Do you sleep,

and often dream ?

Do you recall forgotten,

childhood scenes?

All are contained,

here, within a dream.


Sweet moon’s star-shines,

above broken clouds.

Hot sun faded,

But only for now.


In dreams do you see,

all you can be?


Here are the words,

we all want to say,

contained in the dream,

of a long lost day.


Are you frightened?

Would you scream,

if I told you I’d read,

your most private dream?


Have you ever faltered,

do you think you shall?

Tomorrow is a new day,

help lift the shroud.


Desert Rain

She moans in her sleep,

needs something to eat,

must do more to earn her keep.

Yet she will not release.


Grips my arm,

looks forewarn,

it’s coming on now,

the heart will be torn.


Slowly cascading,

curving steadily.

Defying all the earth,

and laws of gravity.


The first rains,

this desert has seen,

in a thousand years,

of forgotten dreams.


So small and isolated,

yet great in its own,

finally she’s seeing,

how important is her home.


With us wherever we go,

no matter what we know,

or what we try to show,

all that glitters is gold.


Her sadness reaches me,

somehow I’m not ready.

Something appeases me,

something I’ve missed to see.


Her eyes open.

Concern, confusion.


– I’m sorry must’ve been a nightmare.

Sounds like life, I’ve been there.

– I feel so strange and so close.

Our minds have no distance,

all we see is cloaked.


She smiles at me,

“I love what you do,

Set me up, let me see.

If things were different,

I know what you could do to me.”







We can’t know who we are

until we do,

the unthinkable.


She laughs.

Desert love and sweet repress,

things will be different now,

– Nothing lasts.

Her decisiveness,

my relapse.


I’ve known now,

the most despairing kinds of love.

I see how we are all,

“sent from above.”


Nothing more in this world,

should be shown,

than true loving passion,

life’s sweet cologne.


We must love to pass time,

we must burn to shine.


Only our first day

already past dismay,

Now death and dying,

and earthly decay.


Today it has rained

in the Desert of Forgotten Pain.


Death in the Desert


She stirs now,

after realization.

Some say,

I should take precaution.


Oh Forgotten Love!

In broken way

Where is thy dove,

on this day?


She rolls to me.

I hold her close.

Oh the sweet smell,

that she invokes.


I stare for a while,

deep in memory.

I see her smile,

now for my fee.


Here I am,

back again.

That old hill,

full of sin.


She was good,

again and again.

All over the neighborhood,

moaning in sin.


Green here are the fields,

ripe with luxurious wine,

full of thoughts of madness,

in and out of time.


She got hers,

time for mine.



we’ll go up further,

far-side low,

beyond the observers.

I can feel wind blow,

around in my soul.


“I love you.”

What a thing to do.

– To learn to live?

To become a fool.


Suddenly a flash,

and I’m cool.

She next to me,

we lost at what to do.


No shelter for miles

and now in the desert,

surrounded by wet sand,

we muster smiles.


At least we wont die of thirst.

– Or from the cold.

Though the day will come I’m told.


Here it’s come to rains!

– In the desert?

Who says you can predict weather.


She looks at me,


and sits.

– I love the rain.

I know it.

– So how,

do you do it?

– Make it all make sense?

See others through it.


She looks me over,

again and again.


I’ll tell you this;

nobody knows,

how much we are inside.

Nobody cares,

about all we try to hide,

as long as they live,

comfortably to die.


Love, friend,

love and death are the world.


Vibrate with pleasure,



And I will show you,

all the more hesitant.


If you can love,

find it for me.

I will show,

all there is to see.

Then your decision,

will it be,

how this world,

you want to leave.


Finding The Sea


now she knows,

all we are

is born to grow.

While overhead,

does the crow

fly silently,


We’re meant to grow,

love, then low.

The truth is here,

found below,

deep inside for all to know.



as we roam,

she says she’d always known.


We walk for days,

until the first sun’s rays,

show the sea ahead, ablaze.


Now we venture,

ever hesitant,

into a land,

thought non-existent.

As the sun beats upon us,

though ever-distant,

happiness is ever-truant,

All good things ever-resistant.


– So what now?

I can’t leave your side,

together we’ll live,

’til one day we die,

while all around us does the sky.

tell us one great lie.

Does your heart inside,

lift, then quietly sigh?

Or does your mind,

start to cry.

– Inside I’ll never die.

Outside you’ll whither, just try,

to break mortality, defy.

All we know is alive.


Love will ever haunt you,

but does the specter of myself,

born in slow doom,

bother you if it ever looms,

behind the darkened corners,

of your high-noon?


“It must stay,”

she does say,

“For I too, one day will decay.

But nothing will change the love,

I have found here today.


Truth is all, tell me now,

is inside you the same vow?

Or is my heart ever in vain,

meant forever to abrade the pain?”


All I know, is all I say,

Love, friend,

love and death are the world.

Remember that when you reach the sea.

Remember it and on that day,

you’ll no longer have need of me.