A Collection of Everything and Nothing – Change your mind, and change your world

A collection of everything and nothing

I. Lost

Partly assembled
We think we can help each other
But we can’t help our selves

We’re all here stumbling around
Bullied by ourselves
We go circling around
Sifting through hell
Trying to find you

But everything we touch
Turns us into everything

Born into hell
We are lost

II. Grip

I sought to find myself
I found her

She must have knew
She told me it was complicated

So I found myself
I grabbed my hand

Then she grabbed me
I told her it was complicated
Again she pulled me

I lost my grip
I lost myself

Slowly
She let me go

Quickly
I tried to grab her

I lost my grip
Then I lost her.

III. The Treasure

I found the treasure
Inside of you

You found the forest
Inside of me

A lovely treasure
A barren forest

Hell within heaven
Heaven within hell

IV. The Big Head Lady

Through my journey in the world
I've met many people--interesting
--though none have yet to make me stop and think
like the woman with the large forehead

Be they lovely,
be they smart,
or be they well adorned,
they do not pique my interest as the lady with the big head

Her smile,
her gaze,
her funny voice
...her odd manner of speech
that lovely inquisitive disposition she has
is a marvel to me

Though she speaks, and talks and talks,
hardly does she reveals a thing,
and like the moon, she cools my mind
and remains a mystery to me.

IV. Diane II

I can’t see you, but I’ve known you
Those eyes of pearls, that lovely smile—won’t come again to greet me

I can’t hold you, but I want you
In my arms like a vise, your gentle warmth for my life

I can’t hear you, but I want to
Hear your sound--a cackling crow, speaking crazy things.

I wish things were different my darling
I wish things weren’t so complicated

V. Wandering

They told us to travel through hell

in hopes one day we'd find you.

We bump our heads

We break our necks

We burn ourselves instead.

VI. Flip the tree

Turn your head and flip the tree

and there inside you'll find me

Not to touch

and Not to watch

But call to power from me.

VII. Color in me

Turn your head and flip the tree

and there inside you'll find me

Not to touch

and Not to watch

But call to power from me.

VI. Flip the tree

Turn your head and flip the tree

and there inside you'll find me

Not to touch

and Not to watch

But call to power from me.

VII. Color in me

Turn your head and flip the tree

and there inside you'll find me

Not to touch

and Not to watch

But call to power from me.

VIII. The Burning Woman

There I sat and watched a woman burning inside and out

From the fire which she kindled accidently on the path

Her eyes were calm--an empty smile--sweet bitter melancholy.

And would that she could turn back time

she'd burn herself again.

IX. The Burning Man

There I stood and watched a man burning inside and out

From the fire which he kindled accidently on the path

His eyes were calm--an empty smile--sweet bitter melancholy.

And would that he could turn back time

he'd burn himself again.

X. Power

On my way to find you,

I found this instead

It told me I could hone it,

To maybe see you once

Though with it comes many flames

and many sacrifices

It broke my heart once, then twice,

and it will break my heart again

But if it brings me closer to you

I'll sacrifice my life

XI.