Buckets and bucket

Bucket of love

Got them on the bucket machine

Spinning in circles

Like circle of dreams

Open the vest

Open the vest 

She says

Oh yes

Buckets and buckets and buckets

Freshly squeezed.

I find it sick what I see on some people's spirits

As if I can't see that which is inside

To really think I am duped

And I am really looking down on those blokes

They are the jokes.

Star 

While you push me

And tear at me

Why

I hold onto the rope

Can't give up hope

It is in twine

My heart in pieces 

It is going to 

Two

It is alive

I am

Thoughts of mine

Takes me inside again

In my rocket of life

Having the pain in my chest

It is not good 

But perhaps for the best

God knows

At least I wish I got some

Something.

A color is fading

And it must not

For there is little of it left

Yet times causes it to fade

And fade it does

But it must not

This is life

Not decay

Life.

Dreams as we truly feel them are the bar.

It is a new window

This window almost opens

Some light gets through

And even with out 

It's penetration gets through

Glass shatters and splinters

The bucket was tipped

And stuff poured out.


Having held the drums 

Having played them

With you

I felt the feelings

Of a new sound

Heard a calling 

Went to the edge 

Found there was no freedom 

I had been chasing my shadow

And nothing would begin

Shadows don't make sense

So I let them all out.


It is a new day in Brazil

In America.

It is not and it is.

Some for the jam
From fruit land
Something fast 
That spreads
A little spark
From a mind that wants
She can't have
That special
Shell
I love this

Living in Jello.

In

The 

Within

Inside

The fire

Engine

Waiting for spring

It came again

Sitting on a cement block

Feels like heaven almost

Got a time

But no time piece

Just finding my way home

Like yesterday is here today

And the sun rises

I shake her hand

And she shakes me.

How the slides don't go anywhere

It is always down 

When I was a kid  we would wax it

I would go very fast

Then land on my ass

So I would go back and down again

Now climbing that ladder was fun

I would do it again

With Super Man

And his super friends

Like Wonder Woman

It is going to thrill

You'll get the chills

Tears will roll down

It will be the best return

To fun land.

Mistakes can be serious 

It is not a thing we are free about

Mistakes cost 

Mistakes can be costly

Dreams full of something

Dreams in my hands

Not going with lightning today

Going to better places

To shake the tree of life

I do what I can

That is when it begins

When I can be the better man

The good life is good

And it doesn't come in a can..