Category: cypher /e dreams

[track] wake up time

Sing a song for life in the morning
As the sunrise waltzes through leaves
Let all the anger and pain
And destructive refrains
Dissolve into your dreams

Maybe we’ll wake up
It’s time we wake up
Maybe we’ll wake up
Wake up time

The first thing you see before you open your eyes
Is the truest reflection of you
One day the first thing we’ll know
is a sunrise so slow
And a world renewed

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My 66th(!)…

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[track] the other side of the end

a sunny trip thru simulation theory, alan watts, and the watercourse way.
:^D

all the dreams have been blamed
all the sources have been named
there’s no hiding in the shadows anymore
all the ‘steins have been ‘stained
all the acid has been rained
there’s no overriding the code

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we’re on the other side of the end
with no trace no chance to defend
the true meaning of our being, friends
on the other side of the end

the simulation reset
everyone’s free to forget
all the ways we used to agree
and the lines of least resistance
destroyed by destroying
all the ways water courses to the sea

easy to miss when everything’s not right
the signs can hide in plain sight

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[track] angel let down

Don’t waste time on love with no return
Two sides always makes a third
In the end the sole unknown
is the worth of words
Don’t waste time on love with no return

I wanted that you found release
I wanted you lived in peace
Instead the world turned its back
On everything you believe
I wanted that you found release

An angel let you down
Tired of the work
Made a break for it, slipped town
No brakes no sound
Left no trace no doubt
Your angel let you down

There are no permanent stars
Nothing points us back to the start
No use for home
where you (always) lose who you are
There are no permanent stars

It’s not on you, It’s not on me
Light’s what’s blocked by what we see
Things as they are (against)
Things as they should be
It’s not on you, it’s not on me

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[track] lonesome faraway sounds

Dedicated to the memory of Berta Cáceres and to the ongoing effort to free Bassel Khartabil.

distant cries
of cracked-down souls
trapped underground
church bells at dawn
ringing for ones
silenced by crowds

high lonesome faraway sounds
filtered through the air
echoing off clouds
lost frequencies explain
the essence that remains
high lonesome faraway sounds

could be something coming
up through the earth or
falling from the sky
warning calls to stay away
no need to amplify

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