wondering, mumbling and a world crumbling

tweedle-dee and dum, i dont type with my thumbs, but is that what they're really there for? grumbling tums, as no food man comes, but thats what they call hunger, i wanna be an imagineer, but dont have the tools, cos i lost myself back when i was an irreligious fool, a wanderer always but never finding the way, and dark all around more than i can say. dark is where there's no light and it's always night, and the end's not in sight, right? waves pound and crash and cover and desolate an island under the stars, but they've forgotten how to read...

spring rains tho summer's peaked out once or twice, but it hasnt settled into a pattern as of yet, and things are generally going that way in these times. it's a slight disorder perhaps harking to greater things. there's definite turbulence, everywhere, and at this poor man's door the ripples can be felt. it was a matter of time before it came to be, and didnt come unexpected. perhaps its a case of now being ready to face those realities, having had the time required to settle into the correct mode of understanding, so now its time to stand there and not to waver, no matter how many ripples turn into waves, designed to let yourself be washed away.. its a hearkening back to those days when we were in the belly of the whale, in the darknesses of misguidance, then the only Guide is the same as how now the Guide is the One, and the path has been lighted, so you just take strength from that and carry on. being, thankful to have been shown the path in the first place, yet sti...

Wandering in soft delusion As the world has taken hold Momentary soft confusion As the tale slowly unfolds. Trying to take a decision that's already said and done But in our time we cant see what is to come Heart is not totally at peace with whatever it's to do Still jolted from far corners into which it's been flung. You're one of the characters in this nursery rhyme Though til this time it's all been just a dream Dark clouds and lonely mountains you've climbed But nothing's ever been what it seemed. Tear the veil from your eyes Stare, and hold them open wide Look and see what's meant to be Face the fear felt inside. What's real? Look in the glass See the last drop slip away And the crumbled dust residue. Think of the time that has passed Years, months, weeks and days And have you ever had a clue? The dark mark is around your heart And the light's not shining through. It's the self that's been released The first one you need to fight is ...