Milk, Not Honey

She's a sunflower girl
Heavy in her world
In circles and around she twirls

She's happy in this life
Living as his wife
She's about to give birth to a heavy madness hurl

In God we see beauty, we're told he don't like Ugly
We pray to him forgiveness but really it's our souls
Like hiding under the bridge the trolls
The devil takes his toll
For Gold

I'm waiting in the wings, with my head bent over
I'm studying working for that day
but I'm already living my dream clover

It's beautiful these here moments
the days in which I create
with love in my arms, I play the guitar
and then its lists I make

I sorry for the girls
who gave it up for money
married because they think its too late
to pursue their dream of honey

milk not honey milk not honey
I'm sorry honey
you're gonna get milk not honey
unless you decide to give it another ride
and ride off into the sunset
out there on the road
in the middle of nowhere
the wild wild west
it's not for the faint hearted
it's not for those who care
but for those who cannot be burdened
with worldly details
Come ride with me
The traveling circus
Come ride with me
Into the sunset
If you dare
If you dare
to throw away the care

Onto the long dusty road out there
Come ride with me if you dare.

A New Song

I was meant to wander the earth alone
and one day, maybe soon I will pack my bags and suddenly be gone
It's just what I must do to travel on

I'm not looking for one thing to own
Just looking for what suits me in the dawn
In the morning of that wakeful hour
If the meaning in this relationship has gone sour
New art, new music, a new flower, a new song
Will you miss me when I am gone..

I give give give but not without expecting return
I don't work for pennies and I don't give free loans
Everything comes with a price, a give and take, just fair and square
Call it what you will, Work with me and I will meet you there

But admiration and love must be within
I'm not about to sit around and pacify your shifty grin
I am selective, do you have what it takes
to shower me with gifts?
If you do, we might just be friends.

I guess I never realized my opportunistic ways
I did, but always turned my head
Some may call it exploitive, or sexploitive
But you cannot just take and in return not give.

Worth Something in the End

At the end of the day, who is really happy anyway?
With all our free spirited democracy and social networking hypocrisy
every one is still just trying to live fighting their anxieties

When our parents are getting older and our sisters are still getting high
and illness has seeped in to every corner of everyone's psyche
trying to pretend we're still sane
trying to act like we've got it made

I dreamt that they had to take him back, our cat
and I cried and cried wondering if he was lonely if he was eating

And any of my real blood is halfway around the world living an existence
so different
And I live in a house full of idiots so that I can go and play rock shows and speak about sex woes.
And at the end of the day, no one is really happy and no one is anyone anyway.
We aren't of this earth, just vessels we've decided to invoke
let's just say a prayer and look forward and pray this will all be worth something in the end.

The Artist in Me...

I realize my own misgivings, of what I was to blame
A thousand years in hiding, they all went up in flames
Because I grew up and grew out of that fear of the unknown
Not believing in myself and that I'd an artist in me to hone
Not just an artist a developer writer doer fighter independent
And I should have known that playing guitar every day for 10 years, you've nowhere to go but grow

I did not see it then and I took thee down with me
Handsome and prince like even then you followed me.
I clung to you like madness and begged and begged forgiveness
We got married in the fall and by winter I beared witness
to the life that I could live on my own if only I'd had known
I would have never let you go down the road with me
Wretched blazed unhappy me, and you'd spent
the nights alone.
I was only looking for me, the artist in me. You were waiting for me to grow.

If only I would have listened when you said, We're not the same
If only I'd had witnessed that hard work is what brings gain
And you forced me to stay put to buckle down for Love
because even in my lying ways I loved you as deep down and above.


You're a simple friend with a simple life and simple ways
And I know you were true you loved me in the haze
And I know I didn't make it easy not believing in myself
I know I didn't make it easy putting us on the shelf
I held onto you so selfishly just wanting your acceptance
When you would've loved me anyway, and even more if I'd made sense.

But too much anger under the bridge washed away our bond
and when I woke up from the sadness
I knew that we were gone
And all I had left was this artist who had been fighting for so long
To be seen, to be heard, that had been there all along
Wanting, pushing, trying, struggling to write a song.

It wasn't about the music a band or piece of art
The life I wanted to embrace was living from the Heart
To scrub down to the bottom of this material world
and scrape back up to the top
A Musician, Artist, Entrepreneur, who struggles but never stops.
A creative life is one that embraces it's very day
We don't rely on others, and we never take the easy way.

And all this growth in me, came somewhere from within,
But you gave me some keys and tools
That blossomed in my skin.
You taught me that I must stay, you taught me not to give in.
You taught me that with time things will change for the better
Dues and time. Just begin!
And so I did, not knowing I was laying bricks and foundation.
And when it finally hit me, it was too late. I'd already started to Listen.