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ii. searching

Where is the innocence?
I’m afraid it just came and went.
Where are a young boy’s dreams:
Locked inside with those silent screams?
What are they telling me:
that I am someone I cannot be?

Where is my heart and soul?
Are they to be the price of growin’ old?
Where is the truth I saw:
Locked inside with the letter of the law?
What are they telling me:
That I am someone I cannot be?

Searching for the truth,
finding no answers in solitude.
Caught up in a mystery,
waiting for something to set me free.
Searching for peace of mind,
could it be something I left behind?
Caught up in a mystery,
waiting for something to set me free.

And I’m still searching...


Where go the promises?
Lost with all of my innocence.
Where is security
without the promise of destiny?
What are they telling me:
that I am something I cannot be?

Where go the lonely ones:
When they lost what they should have won?
What happens to the truth
when you’ve got nothing left to lose?
What are they telling me:
That I am someone I cannot be?

Searching for the truth,
finding no answers in solitude.
Caught up in a mystery,
waiting for something to set me free.
Searching for peace of mind,
could it be something I left behind?
Caught up in a mystery,
waiting for time to set me free.

And I’m still searching ...





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Lost in the riddle of a quatrain; Stuck in an elevator between floors.
One focal point in a random world can change your direction:
One step where events converge may alter your perception.
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iii. mirror of my dreams

Somehow I must reach out
and touch the one I see,
who lives within and without
the mirror of my dreams.

Who finds a way to haunt me
till the quiet hours of the dawn,
when the night is spent like the dream
that leaves me with the rising sun.

And when I fall asleep
or so it seems,
I stand at the threshold
caught in-between.
And when I look again
her face I see,
and I feel like I’m drowning
in a sea of green,
caught in-between.


Somehow I will find out
what these reflections mean,
that move within and without
the mirror of my dreams.

Her pale face and green eyes
cast back right through the glass,
and of her image I do surmise
all of the questions I would ask.

And when I fall asleep
or so it seems,
I stand at the threshold
caught in-between.
And when I look again
her face I see,
and I feel like I’m drowning
in a sea of green,
caught in-between.


Somehow I must lose this doubt
that she’s only taunting me,
passing within and without
the mirror of my dreams.

Cast back from another time:
broken fragments track through my mind,
caught and held in-between
the mirror of my dreams.

And when I fall asleep
or so it seems,
I stand at the threshold
caught in-between.
And when I look again
her face I see,
and I feel like I’m drowning
in a sea of green,
caught in-between.


Called back to another time
pieces shattered inside my mind,
caught and held in-between
the mirror of my dreams.

And I feel like I’m drowning...

iv. misconceptions

In the cold grey light of the morning
I slip and slide into the depths,
as the bridge between us keeps on burning:
seeking elusive explanations.
Jesus wept.

In the still grey light of this room
I close my eyes to the pain,
as I am engulfed by the coming doom:
believing false revelations.
Tears in vain.

I see the mind can bend so easily
As I watch you turn your back on me,
darkness covering you even in sleep:
no spark of illumination.
In too deep.

For you are bent with deception
and twisted, so twisted
in the wrong direction
possessed with misconceptions.

Misconceptions.


In that room where your mind is shut away
you tightly clutch the only key,
holding the truth at bay:
secure amid your own confusion.
Pity me.

In a book where my dreamsongs are written
I’ve shown the mirror of my soul,
but you’re blind from the darkness within:
a mind full of pollution.
Fool’s gold.

In that place deep in your heart
I’m trapped by what you won’t accept,
as that burning bridge keeps us apart:
I have no more illusions.
Jesus wept.

For you are bent with deception
and twisted, so twisted
in the wrong direction
possessed with misconceptions.

Misconceptions.





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One focal point in a random world can change your direction:
One step where events converge may alter your perception.
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v. it all goes by too fast

Well I ain’t got no money
and no one to call my own,
I know you don’t need me honey
but I’ll get by on my own.
And there ain’t too much time left
before it all comes down,
Ain’t too much of my mind left baby
It’s spread too far around.

Cause I know you’ve been searching
for a little peace of mind.
I know you’ve been hurtin’
but you’re gonna be just fine.
Cause I know you’ve been searching
for a dream that’s gonna last,
just never stop reaching baby
it all goes by too fast.


Well you know I don’t blame you
for the things that you choose,
They’ll always be with you baby
that’s how you pay your dues.
And I wouldn’t change you
you got to be yourself –
you got that inside you baby,
don’t put it on no shelf.

Cause I know you’ve been searching
for a little peace of mind.
I know you’ve been hurtin’
but you’re gonna be just fine.
Cause I know you’ve been searching
for a dream that’s gonna last,
just never stop reaching baby
it all goes by too fast.


Someday I might tell you
before I move along,
just how much I loved you baby
that’s why I wrote this song.
Cause you know I can’t tell you
what’s right and what is wrong,
I just do what I have to sugar
but I won’t wait here too long.

Cause I know you’ve been searching
for a little peace of mind.
I know you’ve been hurtin’
but you’re gonna be just fine.
Cause I know you’ve been searching
for a dream that’s gonna last,
just never stop reaching baby
it all goes by too fast.





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by grindael » Tue Mar 01, 2016 10:20 pm



vi. barriers

It’s time for us to realize
both you and I,
before we need a second chance;
because it is not enough
just to recognize
or be the victim of circumstance.

We build the pathways
to our hearts,
roads that often need repairs:
broken down byways
in our backyards
often left in disrepair.

Leaving barriers.

But I don’t know any more than you
and sometimes I can be such a fool,
building ramparts and barricades
when I feel the need to play it safe.
Though you don’t know any more than me
sometimes you just don’t seem to see
building fortresses and barriers
that keep you so far from me.


It’s time for us to realize
both you and I,
we hurt too many people
when we take an eye for an eye:
with the ego’s that we brandish
returning evil for evil.

Giving us no opportunity
to know all that we can be,
and all that I can see is barriers
all that I can see is barriers,
only barriers.

But I don’t know any more than you
and sometimes I can be such a fool,
building ramparts and barricades
when I feel the need to play it safe.
Though you don’t know any more than me
sometimes you just don’t seem to see
building fortresses and barriers
that keep you so far from me.


viii. heavily

Heavily,
the silence weighs on my mind.
I just can’t see anymore
what used to live behind your eyes.
And though it took a while
to know the burden of your smile:

I saw it comin’ down.
I saw it comin’ down.

Heavily,
a little piece of another time
touches me.
How could I have been so blind?
And though I’m not the same
something still remains.

Through all the pain,
something still remains.

And the passage of time
weighs like a stone,
leaving me here, here all alone.
Without a heart, without a home,
and the truth weighs heavy
trapping me here in this place,
this side of paradise
without hope, without grace.

Tenderly,
the moment weighs on my mind,
and I know I’ll never see again
what used to live behind your eyes.
And though I was lost a while
knowing the burden of your smile:

I felt it comin’ down.
I felt it comin’ down.

Heavily,
a little piece of another time
touches me
how could I have been so blind?
And though I’m not the same
I still enjoyed the game,

For the memories remain,
the memories remain.




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One focal point in a random world can change your direction:
One step where events converge may alter your perception.
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by grindael » Sun Mar 06, 2016 2:02 pm



ix. time to sail on

There are times when I have laughed,
there are times when I have cried.
Times when I have asked myself
the reasons that we say good bye.
Though it is no answer to broken dreams,
and it will never ease the pain:
I still find it hard to believe
I get lost out there again and again.

There are times when I have loved,
there are times when I have tried.
To look ahead and rise above
the innocence that turns to lies.
Though I can close my eyes and make a wish
that I can hold on to the dream,
love never makes us that promise
if you know what I mean.

She came in to my life as a friend
as so many do every now and then,
but a friend became an enemy:
she turned just like the changing sea.
And as winds of change do blow the tides
her heart no longer sails with mine.*

Sail on, I gotta sail on,
this dream is over.
Sail on, I gotta sail on,
the winds have gotten so much colder
and I can’t stay here any longer.
Sail on, I gotta sail on
this dream is over.
Time to sail on, time to sail on.

There are times when you can wait,
there are times when you must leave:
times when you know it’s too late
to change the way that she believes.
Though I could write a song to touch her heart
I would still be all alone,
for a man can never touch a heart
that is surely made of stone.

Sail on, I gotta sail on,
this dream is over.
Sail on, I gotta sail on,
the winds have gotten so much colder
and I can’t stay here any longer.
Sail on, I gotta sail on
this dream is over.
Time to sail on, time to sail on.


x. silent screams (i)

There are moments
in-between my waking dreams,
come the questions
but no answers,
in my silent screams.

There is only
love and hate to rise above.
But for one heartbeat
I have felt your perfect love.

We are timeless
cloaked in this mortality.
We are ageless
all that we can ever be.

There are dreamsongs
unfolding in the night,
bringing questions
We are timeless
cloaked in this mortality,
we are ageless
but trying so hard to see.

But for the moment
in-between my waking dreams,
come the questions
and no answers
in my silent screams.




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xi. captured innocence

You know I can’t begin to tell you
It’s so hard for me to explain
just how much I loved you
although things are not the same.
And in every waking moment
you grow farther from my thoughts,
like a lullaby from childhood
that fades but isn’t really lost.

I can’t relive the past:
some things just aren’t meant to last
and these feelings deep inside
will leave if they are pushed aside.
While the burden of your smile
will haunt me for a while,
until the call of reality
changes what’s inside of me.

For there is beauty in your soul
at times so warm, so cold.
And though the innocence may be lost
I know at times it can be caught,
and held a while within a smile
where love is never put on trial.
And that will haunt me for a while.

You know I can’t begin to tell you
It’s so hard for me to explain,
just how much I love you.
And why lips that once would pray,
won’t speak the words I long to hear
when things were once so very clear:
when I first learned that lullaby
reflected in your sweet smile.

But I can’t relive the past
some things just aren’t meant to last
and the feelings deep inside
will leave if they are pushed aside.
And the burden of your smile
will fade after a while
when the call of reality
finally changes what’s inside of me.

For I know how deep it goes
at times so warm, so cold.
And though the innocence is lost
I know at times it can be caught,
and held a while within a smile
when love is never put on trial.
And that will haunt me for a while.


xii. solace

I walked away with understanding,
a precious gift for all to see.
I still don’t know what time will bring,
but the future beckons me.

I walked the lonely streets alone
alive in pure tranquility,
far from the warmth of hearth and home
released (for a time) from my captivity.

Though I’d hidden from the truth so long
reality can’t be pacified,
It’s not that I was right or wrong
as much as I was dissatisfied.

I cried for all the happiness
no longer mine to find.
I wept for all the loneliness
a human heart can find.
If love allows us to transcend
the boundaries in our lives,
is there anything that can be said
about what’s been left inside?


I walked away with understanding
a treasure mine alone to keep,
knowing the truth is never too demanding
if the cuts are not too deep.

I walked the streets in simple pleasure
leaving a road now lost and lorn,
one of life’s little treasures
to a soul that longs to be reborn.

For there is beauty in awareness
if we answer it in time,
though we buy it with our sadness
and the ones we leave behind.
Moving far from our perceptions
as the moments pass us by,
leaving memories and reflections
and the pain we always hide.

I cried for all the happiness
no longer mine to find.
I wept for all the loneliness
a human heart can find.
If love allows us to transcend
the boundaries in our lives,
is there anything that can be said
about what’s been left inside?





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One focal point in a random world can change your direction:
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i. vanity

Oh vanity of vanities
all is vanity,
and we shall all pass away.
While the earth shall abide
until the sun no longer shines.

There is no future in humanity
just an abundance of vanity.
Power plays and bedroom games
broken dreams and futile schemes.
No refuge from the insanity.

One blade of grass, in a multitude
One single fish in an ocean of solitude.
One tiny flower in a bed of loveliness,
One broken heart in a world of loneliness.


Oh vanity of vanities
all is vanity,
and we shall all pass away.
While the winds will blow
as the rivers to the sea will flow.

There are no answers in mortality
just the pressures of reality.
Power plays and bedroom games
broken dreams and silent screams.
No refuge from the insanity.

One blade of grass, in a multitude
One single fish in an ocean of solitude.
One tiny flower in a bed of loveliness,
One broken heart in a world of loneliness.


Oh vanity of vanities
all is vanity,
and we shall all pass away.
Though we crawl, then walk, then run
We’ll find nothing new under the sun.

ii. trips

Make me an offer
that I can’t refuse.
Cause I’ve got nothing
left to lose.

Make me a dream
at least for a while,
because it makes me
you know it makes me smile.
If only for a little while.

And there is so many things to find
when you open up my mind.
Getting me through those troubled times
when I’m flyin’ high (for a little while).

Trippin’ in real time.
Feelin’ fine, feelin’ fine,
trippin’ in real time.

Make me an offer
that I can’t refuse,
bring out the fire
and light up the fuse.

Make me a dream
give me the eyes of a child,
Because it makes me
you know it makes me smile.

If only for a little while.

And there is so many things to find
when you open up my mind,
standing there at the open door
my feet never even touching the floor.

Trippin’ in real time.
Flyin’ so high, flyin’ so high,
trippin’ in real time.


And all I want,
yeah, all I want
is just to go there
once more.




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Lost in the riddle of a quatrain; Stuck in an elevator between floors.
One focal point in a random world can change your direction:
One step where events converge may alter your perception.
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iii. time slides

Time slides,
but with a key of your own
your mind unlocks a certain door.
Take a step,
give the word or the tone
and see what the future
has in store.
For the current of that endless stream
carries you on the tides of dreams.

Time slides,
but if you close your eyes
the body sleeps but the mind flies.
Take a step
into the astral plane
another door,
another game.
As you are carried upon the wings of dreams
you find reality is not what it seems.

Time slides
until you turn the key,
and wake up in a new reality.
Time slides
until you open a door
and set the mind on a new course.
Time slides
until you turn the key,
future and past in front of thee.
Wake up in this new reality.
Time slides.
Time slides.


Time slides,
as you travel somewhere else
reaching out for infinity.
Finding you’re not where
you left yourself:
another door, another key.
Through past to future as it may be
Time slides through to a new reality.

Upon this key time will slide,
beyond each lock lose your mind.
And as a door becomes open
A rush of sound is found inside,
Creating dreams that pass you by.
Bent cold sidewalk open the gate,
I may be late but I can no longer wait.*


Time slides...

Time slides
until you turn the key,
and wake up in a new reality.
Time slides
until you open a door
and set the mind on a new course.
Time slides
until you turn the key,
future and past in front of thee.
Wake up in this new reality.
Time slides.
Time slides.


*Bent Cold Sidewalk, Tangerine Dream.

iv. what it takes

Does it work?
Does it pay?
Then play the game
your own way.

Do they know?
Do they care?
If you’re on the inside
or out there?

When they’ve got what it takes
to play the game,
when they’ve got what it takes
to hide from the pain.


If it works,
if it pays:
then play the game
your own way.

Cause they don’t know
and they don’t care
if your inside
or out there.

When they’ve got what it takes
to play the game,
when they’ve got what it takes
to hide from the pain.





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v. lost in the carnage

I’ve got the T.V. and the radio to space out on,
or the music from the boys in my band.
There’s always lines on paper I can write upon,
to show the whole world who I am.

I’ve got my secrets and my aspirations
to get me through the working man’s blues,
and I’ve sure got no more elusions
left inside about me and you.

I’ve got my shades on that I hide behind
and I’ve always got that beer in my hand.
I’ve got the drugs I need to help me unwind,
I guess I’m just another modern day man.

With nothing left that I haven’t seen
full of nightmares and those silent screams.
Lost in the carnage of a modern day world
just like the rest of you boys and girls.
It seems like I’ve been through it all
fall after fall after fall after fall.


I’ve got my own twisted style I try to live with,
goin’ just where I desire or choose,
and I hope it don’t bother you too much baby
cause it sure helps to keep me amused.

I’ve got my shades on that I can hide behind
and I’ve always got that beer in my hand,
I’ve got the drugs I need to help me unwind:
I’m the dregs of society, a modern day man.

With nothing left that I haven’t seen
full of nightmares and those silent screams.
Lost in the carnage of a modern day world
just like the rest of you boys and girls.
It seems like I just got lost in it all
taken by surprise at my fall...


vi. drifting

Day after day
keeps drifting away,
slippin’ like a mind gone astray.
Night after night
can’t make it all right
no matter what the voices say.

And I wonder
down where the cancer runs deep,
if I’m losing my mind
or if it’s just gone to sleep.

And I can’t find in their faces
no remnants, no traces
of the man I used to be.
Seems I’m drifting, slowly drifting
slowly out to sea
and there is no one who can help me.


Day after day
keeps drifting away,
gone are those childhood days.
Night after night
keeps haunting my life
for I hear what the voices say.

And I wonder
down where the tumors are deep
if I’m losing my mind
or if it’s just gone to sleep.

And I can’t find in their faces
no remnants, no traces
of the man I used to be.
Seems I’m drifting, slowly drifting
slowly out to sea
and there is no one who can help me.


Drifting, I’m drifting.
Drifting, only drifting.
I’m drifting away,
I’m drifting away...




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Lost in the riddle of a quatrain; Stuck in an elevator between floors.
One focal point in a random world can change your direction:
One step where events converge may alter your perception.
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vii. bars

The bars are black and white
with shades of grey in-between,
There is only day and night
and nothing else matters
if you know what I mean.

And it’s hard, so hard
living in this prison cell.
I wish I could break out of
this self-made hell.
But we’re all self-made men
only refugees, and without a doubt
there is no one that’s free.

So keep a lid on your soul:
they’ll just chew it up
and spit it out in the cold.
Keep a cage around your heart:
or they’ll just tear it out
and rip it apart.
And if you are lucky this time
you won’t completely lose your mind.
This time...


The bars are cold hard steel
because reality is all too real.
For there is only good and bad
and nothing else matters,
no matter what you had.

And it’s hard, so hard
living in this prison cell,
and I wish I could break out of
this self-made hell.
But we’re all self-made men
only refugees, and without a doubt
there is no one that’s free.

Take a look at me...

viii. a prayer for the dying

Remember me?
I was your yesterday.
Under a spell for so long
and I still don’t know
what the hell went wrong.
The winds blew you so far
and I never did reach that star.

I guess I got tired of trying,
so say a prayer for the dying.
Because there is no one that’s free
so say a prayer for me,
Say a prayer for the dying
for my spirit is crying,
crying... *


Remember when?
I knew you back then.
Time multiplies our regrets,
you forgive but you can’t forget.
And though no bitterness remains
there is still lost innocence and pain.

I guess you got tired of trying,
so say a prayer for the dying.
Because there is no one that’s free
so say a prayer for me baby,
Say a prayer for the dying
for my spirit is crying,
say a prayer for me
because there is no one that’s free.


*Epitaph, King Crimson

ix. he’s here again

He’s here again,
to remind me of exactly what I am.
Making me stare at reality,
reminding me of what I know must be.
But a mind so full of dark solemnity
will give no heed to such a stormy sea
and to the troubled waters so disturbed,
and I am pushed towards that waiting shore
where I can find no comfort anymore.

He’s here again,
to remind me of exactly what I am.
Though I’m locked inside without a key
there are times with clarity that I see,
the price that he will somehow exact
from a life that’s lost as I face the facts.
Piece by piece it’s been taken, eaten away
by the lives of those who would throw it away:
But it would be freely given anyway,
so the price becomes a sanctuary.

Though it’s not what I had hoped for
He’s waiting now to settle the score,
knocking loudly at the door.
Here again to settle the score,
at the door, he’s at the door...


He’s here again,
waiting for me up around the bend.
Somehow managing to suck me in
to another game I just can’t win.
And to a life that’s become my new home,
elusions and a heart of stone.
Tearing apart what can’t be rebuilt
without a thought to what’s been killed.
And though I try I can’t handle the changes
for I know inside that I’m not blameless.

Though it’s not what I had hoped for
He’s waiting now to settle the score,
knocking loudly at the door.
Here again to settle the score
at the door, he’s at the door.
As I play a game I just can’t win
this time I know I’m gonna let him in.


As I climb into bed
and try to shut out the dark.
Out of my head, out of my heart.
Trying to get him out of my mind,
but not this time, he’s in my mind.
That voice in the night
making me feel all right,
deep inside and out of sight.
As I play a game I just can’t win
this time I’ve got to let him in.

He’s here again,
he’s here again...

x. silent screams (ii)

All of the turmoil deep inside
sometimes has no place to hide.
And though it looks for a way to surface
kept inside it serves no purpose.
Those passing images on the street of dreams:
nothing more than silent screams.

All of the questions deep inside
wrapped up in all our wounded pride,
will not speak even with faltering voice
and left alone give us no choice.
Or an answer to what it all means:
No one can hear your silent screams.

While all the answers to behold
are found inside but never told,
all the answers there to see
are locked up inside of you and me.
Never heard and never seen,
nothing more than silent screams.


All of the anguish deep inside
is far too much to turn the tide.
It may be written in books and hidden away,
things people will never say.
Places where their minds have been:
Wrapped around those silent screams.

While all the answers to behold
are found inside but never told,
all the answers there to see
are locked up inside of you and me.
Never heard and never seen,
nothing more than silent screams.





Riding on a speeding train; trapped inside a revolving door;
Lost in the riddle of a quatrain; Stuck in an elevator between floors.
One focal point in a random world can change your direction:
One step where events converge may alter your perception.
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