Spirit Joules


Universal Zoetrope

There is a darkness I believe in
That glitters when the morning comes along
Returns to me like messianic voodoo
Whenever I underestimate the song

There is a darkness I believe in
When all the words are deceiving
There is a darkness I believe in
That is the source of all light


Something Else If

I’m a man of few words
Who talks too much
I start the day
I think I’ve said enough

I try to keep my mouth
From going out running
I break my stride
Just sitting here doing something else

If I’m really here

You’re a funny feeling
In the back of my mind
I can’t quite find
The time to spend

When the river bends
You won’t see it coming
When the feeling ends
You’ll be onto something else

If you’re really there

If we’re really anywhere


Orrery-Go-Round

Awareness is affection
And everything else is aggression
No such thing as confession
For anyone but your reflection

Creation is continuance
And everything else is conspicuous
Turn on your constituents a little bit
Turn on existence

We go round…

Mindlessness is discipline
Comparison; loss of innocence
Breakdown of our consciousness
A little step back towards equivalence

Circumstance is solid ground
We are unwound
Spinning in our sleep
Reconvening rendezvous
A time to choose
On an orrery-go-round

Let’s go round…

Who knew before you?


I Keep Walking

I’ve been crossing this bridge for years
And every day another section disappears
And nothing’s holding me up no more
Yet I keep walking

Nihilism is a vacuumed rug
In the room you’re thinking of
Yet somehow I keep finding dust
So I keep walking

It’s in my bones and in my breath
That I think I’m escaping death
By making more of what I have
As I keep walking

I’ve outgrown all of my clothes
They no longer seem to keep me whole
And now it’s me coming apart at the seams
Yet I keep walking

And I don’t think that I can stop
Even when the ceiling drops
And all my fears were my worst bets
I guess it’s good to live life with a couple regrets
Keeps the fire burning while you take each step

Never turn around never give up on me
‘Cause just a little love is all I need to keep going

Take another look, St. John the Divine
I’ve come to inspect the shape of time
‘Cause time is a just the shadow we see
As we keep walking


Nonchalance Divine

Every day
Wake up, sweaty haze
Wake up, same old dream
Tornado, every scene
Old schools I used to haunt
Blank cities, nascent dawn

Nonchalance divine for me
Nonchalance divine for me

Every day
Get up, turn the coffee on
Try not to turn the tv on
Find silence, the threat of peace
Make way with liability
A little prayer for the sullen sea     

Nonchalance divine for me
Nonchalance divine for me

You know
I really have a long road
The river
Separates the soul
The real me
Is on the other side
Peering
Through the leaves and vines

Will it come to me?
If I let it be
Will it come to me?

Every day.


Hallelujah

Find a threshold to cross
Every single day
Helps the spirit to help the soul to
Find its lonesome way

We all belong to some faith
Whichever form it takes
That both invented pain and
Exists to let it stay

And I heard you listening
And I felt this deep thing
And I kept on moving
Something was moving me!

…Hallelujah!

Well, I resurrected that fight
Like a hungover Christ
I went through my life
Like a poorly planned heist
I can forgive myself
But it’s gonna take some time

As all my cells renew
And consequence subdues
And I’ve got all new blood

…Hallelujah!


Some Say

Some say that paying the ultimate price is dying
I say loving without holding back is equally trying
You gotta live a bit
Without losing it
Good luck with that

You say a thing of beauty is a joy forever
I say the only beautiful thing is surrender
You gotta give a bit
Without losing it
Good luck with that

Some say experience is the mother of wisdom
I say “mother may I” but she just won’t listen
You gotta grow a bit
Without giving in
Good luck with that

Some say
Some people say


Sleepwalking through the Woods

Don’t pray for me
I don’t need a way
Save me from believing things

Those roads run north
Then they tend to fade
They fade, always

How are the birds
This time of year?
(“They sing, always”)

Don’t sing for me (“Don’t walk with me”)
I don’t need it now (“I don’t need you here”)
These trees please me (“Be home, stay calm”)