My mind and life are fulfilled So I searched around on top of a hill The strength of the sun feels so warm I feel its beauty in a hidden form A thousand sights i do see Faithful people all living free No more reasons to kill or fight The hill has filled me with a light

The mind of a genie With clarity and thoughts so clear Speaking tongues in enloping words See the future fill the sky with hope Your mind is so tense he unties the knot Rubs and cleans the stains till whitens shines Then they teach the children a lesson to learn A world full of darkness not made to burn Science of speech a thousand languages and a billion words And those thoughts of freedom in the mind of a bird with laughter and joy, All knowledge is shared All our lives,should be filled with love and care

Is death in a good note Or do we walk our path in a thundercoat Is death full of croaks Or kind and decent folk In death does life begin to pay nightmare or dreams asleep in hades Does white and black fade to grey In love and hate do we all pay In death do we walk in good and bad spirit Love and hate we all believe in it Is death but both heaven and hell And flesh and bone just a shell

my thoughts go out to those that care Most fallen down and worst for wear in a flame of light a warming tear my heart is open for us to share Some people take and love they steal But my boat floats with a wounded keel Hurt and pain we should not feel let me dream of peace that is really real Your words they just steal like a thief Those that joke are full of mischief when they bring down the shepards cleaf Smile and think of those golden leaves

People say you become what you hate. I never paid much attention to that saying until I began to recognize familiar traits in the very person I was becoming. And now I wonder… Am I truly becoming what I hate? Have my principles fallen so low, become so fragile, so worthless, that I no longer recognize the person I see? When did I begin to mirror the very things I once despised? When did the lines I swore never to cross become lines I stand on the other side of?

In the mysterious mind There always seems to be doubt A always who kows The to be or not to be A mysterious answer to life The question to solve The right answer to be found What's wrong with what's right So we all work things out When you hear the sound of the church bells toll So people don't look so stern Just answer the question Why,,TO Be

Oh phar lap A new zealand breed Born so wild Born so free Flogged and trained In heat and thirst His freedom Is a lesson to be learned The dark Apocalypse With a friendly Rider onboard And did you know Greed is your oyster And all fish live for free

When flesh and bone become one Does life and death become eternal Has death got no face Because no one has seen the face of death Does bygone become Bygone And ashes to ashes And will they ever tell the truth For is that a miracle

I lay my head I sleep with the dead My coldest dream No fantasy realm my pillows are cold No lies are told My thoughts they ache My body does shake So filled with tears Fire for fears so hold me tight screaming nightmares i fight i cannot see They want me to plead You're as cold as steel

To learn from a language From all the words you write They All Must have an intelligent sight Have a perfect connection With a reason and rhymn Like day draws a night A night draws a day Like the world is just one Full of all beauty and song And poetry becomes lyric Of life and your soul So poetry is history And poetry is now Poetry becomes a vision, A future for us all to see