What else is there?

How could something so beautiful be so wrong?
Is it really that beautiful? Or, is it really that wrong?

How could something so amazing be so not right?
Is it really right? Or, is it really that amazing?

How do you know when something is right?
Should you have to fight?

How do you know when something is wrong?
Does it take a long
time?

To figure out why. To be or not to be. To be loved, to be free.
To not ever see what's in front of your eyes.

You've got shades on, blinders on, and you only see what the devices allow you to see, in the colors they are providing for you.
Are you missing other colors?

Or is it all as it is?
Is this all there is?
What else is there?

Trapped in a cage of clouds
And you like it
Trapped in the cage in the sky
And you want it
Don't want to climb out, you're suspended so high
Trapped and you don't care why.

How can something so smooth be so not real?
Is this really how you feel?

How can you change something so steady?
Is it really steady?

How can change be so cold?
Is it really changing?

Water
What is water?
Air
What is breathing?
Fire
What is heat?
Earth
Where am I?

Tripping on words
Tripping on blankets
Tripping on stones
Tripping on pictures

And you wait and you sing
and you dance and you bring
the colors you want
in front of your face
The design you make
It's not real or fake
It's a beach, and you reach for the remote to change
But the play button has been glued down, and there is no rewind

There is no such thing as time
There is only this space
Enough for us

To change, to grow, to live, to know
To hope, to feel, to spin and reel
To mix, to make, to thaw, to bake
To give, to throw, to forgive, to blow

If this is everything and nothing at the same time
The feeling we're supposed to feel, what's yours and mine
if this is the alpha and the omega here now
How?
How, how how.

and out there waiting for you to close your eyes and open your mind
is time, which doesn't exist.

It all just is and it is all here now. How? No matter. Save me and you'll see that you should have saved yourself. Then you'll recount all the moments you had choices to make. What air to breathe, what sky to see, what clothes to wear, what love to share, and it all broke when you stepped on that last stone and left it behind you. That last stone was holding it all together and when it broke, you spoke the words that disintegrated the fiber that was leftover as a skeleton of love, and the fiber then was gone and you wished it took longer than it did.




What else is there.

Hungry, hungry .. .

Lana and her friends were camp counselors at a beautiful Christian Camp in the Hernando County area. The sky was grey and it was windy, like before a storm. The air smelled of rain. The grass was exceptionally green that day, and there was some sort of party going on at a country sea home- the kind of home with a large wrap-around porch that overlooks the ocean. There was a girl named Whitney there eating a cupcake with pink icing. It was Lana's cupcake, and she was wearing Lana's dress. Her hair was very curly and blonde. She laughed and smiled because the cupcake made her happy. Lana sat in her cabin classroom, and her teacher was a nun. She was teaching the class how to be exceptional camp counselors in a Christian setting. She was actually the head of the camp. She taught a lesson and then explained the homework. She simply said: "Make me a beat." She drew headphones on the board, and then she drew drums, and then an ear. She said, "Headphones + Drums + Ears= A Beat." Lana left the class thinking about how cool her beat would be. That's when she saw Corbin. Corbin's job at the camp was a Minister to the kids. Lana got so upset, because she knew Corbin was not a real minister, and was just trying to make friends and money and gain popularity among the girls.

There is no ending to this story. This is just how it is, and how it went.

I wondered . . .

Could I be asleep?
Could I be a sheep?
Could it be that counting sheep makes you fall asleep?
Could I fall in two?
Could I fall into?
Could a fall a magic fall make me fall into two?
Could I be the sun?
Could I be the one?
It could be I couldn't see the one was just the Sun.
Could I make amend?
Could I make a friend?
Could I make a snake that made a friend into some men?
Could I drink a sea?
Could I think of B?
Could it be I think to drink the mountain maid of thee?
Could my rhyme be whack?
Could I give a smack?
Could it be that whacks and smacks do make for tasty snacks?
Could Africa be free?
Of sickness and disease?
Could it be that I should be on elephants in threes?
Could I cry a tear?
Should I wait a year?
Could a year be full of tears and then my makeup smears?
Could I wash my face?
Could I waste my grace?
Should I make a snakey face while giving fakey haste?
Sould I pair my pants?
Should I share my rants?
Could I rant and shake my pants while panting all my rants?
Could I shed some fear?
Could I feed some deer?
Should I feed some beer to deer and make fear disappear?

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Eye of the Storm

Well it reached a point
a moment to stretch out
Beyond our joints and hinges
Into the ether of the unknown

and so the rule is: Dance!
Hair down, arms and legs free
flailing and singing:
Life is better in bare feet!

And then laugh until you cry
Live until you die
Don't bother asking Why
Coffee, Mermaids, and Trumpets. . Oh My!

This is the dance that makes life better
This is the dance we'll dance forever
This is the dance that sets us free
This is the dance for you and me

Now it's time to take a chance
and ask you. . .may I have this dance?

And dance long after the music stops
And dance long after the popcorn pops
And dance long after the sun does set
And dance long after the people forget

Because in our souls we remember forever
and life leaves imprints in our hearts
and as we go on we discover
we're never together we're never apart

once you blink,
your mind takes a photo
flowers of color and
psychedelic mojo

everything lasts
future and pasts
life flies fast
you know

trees grow high
trees grow green
brown trunk strong
you go

up with the heat
mountain of love
dance in the street
you know

sunshine rains
joys and pains
babies and rainbows
you go

amazon river
grand canyon
sahara, safari
you grow

up with experience
dont stop believing
living, reliving
you know

don't ever let RIGHT NOW pass you by
Coffe, Mermaids, and Trumpets.. .Oh My!

Once upon a time there was a girl from L.A. who decided she'd just like to play all day. She said "Heck with work!" And she bought a guitar because "Music is really what will take me far." So she went to the beach and sat down by the shore and while people passed she played and played more.

The Beginning!

Check Yourself!

how do you know so much?
she asked the mystery man.
"i know because i know" he said,
"i am because i am". . .

Please believe me when i say
Life a new begins today
Every instant you can choose
And every second you gain and lose
Sing only true songs of light
Energetic faith and flight

Respect the mothership above
Entertain your thoughts of love
Fly so free on wings of hope
Recognize real love-- don't mope
Around on energies low and slow
In realms of darkness you must glow
Never stay too long. ..

For life is but a dream
Respond to what you've seen
Only with an open compassion
May you see that true love is in fashion

Hold on to hope
Open your mind
Let go of fear
Definitely be kind
Invite light into you heart
Now is when you should start
Grow into the joy that you find

Give away all your attachments
Really take care of your core
Understand all your reactions
Discover yourself even more
Goes great with silver and turquoise
Every day listen for that small still voice
See the little things and never be bored!

SHOWTIME!!!!!

This is a special time of year
The middle of the year
a time when fear
is pushed to the rear
of importance
and my dear
you hear
the goodness

Have fun
Talk to you later
Bye

Such common overused phrases
you see it's just a phase it's
Not something serious
A passing of time
A changing period
A transition
That's all

let's go on with the show. . .

BANG BANG

He shot me down...

So, today I went on my lunch break and got my hair cut. Was this a good decision? Well, it depends on the meaning of the word "good". It was good for me to do something drastic and different. It was good for me to lose a level of comfort in order to experience the unknown level of existence outside of my regular zone. It was good to try something that I was a little scared to do, much like why people go sky diving or deep sea scuba diving: for a thrill, a break from the norm.

Now I look like I'm in sixth grade again.

Is THAT good?

I don't think so. My only thoughts are: I want my hair back.
But doesn't everyone go through this? At one point or another, we all chop off our hair and all wish it would grow back over night. Other people dye their hair and wish it would fade overnight. I have made a lot of silly hair decisions, but this one just seems so . . .

major!

C'est la vie, they say.

Now I will go have dinner with my mother and hear her either tell me how beautiful I am, or how young I look, or how "it will grow back!"

But it's hair. The hair on your head is dead. The cells at the follicle (where the hair meets the scalp) are alive, but they are multiplying and dying at a rapid rate and the dead cells, because of their structure, morph or "grow" into the form of what we call hair.

Soooo hair is really just dead skin cells! The skin cells bond together as they die so that the hair has the rope-like qualities that allow you to brush through it and pull on it. It keeps growing. . . even though it's dead. Strange.

What will our souls grow into when we die?

LanaParallel

Look into your cristal ball
and tell me what you see
Not another hazy picture, or
another mystery
Please tell me something's there now
and you understand it's air
Redirect your focus into it
and treat it with loving care
Loving care
Love and care
even as you close your eyes to me
Love and care

Lana was walking down the sidewalk yesterday when she saw a flower. That's right, a flower. All by itself, growing out of a crack in the sidewalk. She took a deep breath and knelt down to view the flower more closely. It's soft-- and I mean SOFT-- white petals, and the delicate yellow center, a tiny perfectly green stem with an equally dainty leaf sticking out of that little crack in the sidewalk. Such a treaded sidewalk, such a busy pathway, and yet here was this fagile and radient flower shining in its elegance for the acutely aware passerby to notice. Many had traveled down the side walk, past the flower, and had not spotted it's lonely beauty. But Lana noticed. Lana walks parallel to the rest of the world, on her own path. Lana notices the little details in life, she notices the colors, the textures, the flavors, the sounds... and she documents the experiences that move her most. She documents them in music and then shares them with the people of the world! Because that is what she wants to do. Stay tuned to hear . . . :)

LanaParallel and her cristal ball.

What else does Lana want. . .

What now?

When everything's supposed to be fine,
Everything's totally fine.
The music continually plays
and the girl continually prays.

There's no such thing as tomorrow

When I was afraid, I didn't want to go.
I didn't want to talk about it, didn't you know?
When I was afraid, I didn't know what to do.
I didn't want to think about it, didn't you see?

But NOW.

Now... the winds of change are blowing on through.

I remember a road trip, a time in a car
Driving up through 13 states to reach the very top
...from the very bottom.

And people tried to give advice, but I was flying on the wind
And people tried to make me think twice, but I was eager to begin
And I came, and I stayed, and here I am today
And a part of me is leaving and it's leaving the rest of me wondering

What now?