But It Won’t Be Inside Your Mouth

Yesterday was love
It seemed there were lessons to be learned
We always seem to need those on a holiday
Anyway
So I woke up from a dream I wished would be
But it was just a dream you see

And so I came to this conclusion:

Don’t believe in dreams
You’ll end up with both open eyes
Empty hands believe in only what is real
And lives inside you

Papa told once the truth
When I was just a youth
and I will repeat the same thing now for the you

Wish in one hand shit in the other one
See which one fills up faster
Do not place your hopes on movies stars or kings
When the movie ends you will be left with nothing
When the kingdom crashes down you will be all alone
With nothing in a pile of rubble staring
at your empty hands
Don’t put all your happiness
Upon another person
It is very likely one day they will be gone far away
And don’t imagine you are happy
Because you have a home
Because really
All it is is just a place for the sack of skin you live in
To reside

Abide in that skin and you’ll be home
No matter if the kingdom falls
No matter how the winds may blow
And if it all comes crashing down again
Just smile and walk off
Like the hero did
In the movie that you only just remember from a dream

Oh my friend don’t cry
Don’t let your soul belong to the world
World will betray you
Don’t let your mind get set upon a game
The game the game will slay you
Don’t let money be the only focus of life life or beauty
You will someday lose it all
You will lose it all and the angels will come to take you away

Nothing much will matter in the face of that day
The things you dreamed the most of then
Will have nothing to do
With the things you thought you loved outside of you
It will be the love you gave to
More than dreams
Love who you are
More than the dream and shooting stars
More than anything on earth love God

The rest is just the wind
Yes wind is beautiful
It makes the silent things sing out
But it won’t always be inside your mouth…

The Doorway

“Hurry hurry!!!”

He was running ahead of me….that skinny kid with the grey eyes and the dirty dishwater blond hair. We were chasing each other up a creek than ran along the back side of the broad lush yards of wealthy people splashing downwards on a sloping incline under uncut trees that hung low and whose branches whipped our faces with leafy hands as we ran, panting and laughing, past those recently abandoned places. Each time my feet hit the earth the water splashed and muddied my pant legs with blobs of wet dirt. Glimpses of brilliant red, blue and purple flowers and fruits nestled in green whipped through the low branches just at the edge of my vision…he was far head when I tall  heard him yell again,

“There is a BIG POND down here!!!”,

I ran faster….I saw him then laughing and treading water in an algea covered concrete basin that looked like a small man-made dam that ran into the the cities gutters as the low base end of it wound through the trees lining the concrete way through the city…just below where he was there was a fence with a hole in it….

…I had to go through it. Suddenly his voice was muffled and I knew I was in some kind of ‘gateway’. There in the trees was a door made in the concrete side wall of the dam which sill was raised at least three feet off the ground…as I looked what had been the storm drain of a city was now a vast delta at the bottom up canyon walls at least a 1000 feet high and it was cool and shady….this place was sooooo familiar…I knew I had been here many many times.

“Hey Kid! Come further down there is a hole in the fence!”

Soon I heard scrambling and sliding and felt movement in the brush wood and there he was looking up at my face grinning cheekily with algea-slimed hair sticking up wildly in all directions and a ‘Huck-Finn’ grin smeared crookedly across his face…

“You stink like that pond kid.”

He kept grinning. He saw the door and was through it like lightning. ‘Grabbed the sills with bare hands too big for that skinny small frame and feet too big too with long toes hooking over the lentil lip like a little monkie’s….I sighed and squeezed myself through…….

…..and came out the SAME side I squeezed through! Scratched and bruised by the small size of the ‘door’….I was standing in amazment! the city was gone. the kid was gone…A group of strangely dressed people were discussing ethics like I imagined one might in ‘Dis’…..Others were wandering the banks and all looked like young greeks or hippies and the blond grey eyed child was missing…the water flowed quickly down the center of the high-walled arroyo and in the clean rushing water I began to walk towards the smell of the sea at the end of it when…..

….the door bell rang several times and I woke up….