faithful someone, I am grateful

I hope to be grateful
Am I grateful?
I don't know
Should I ask for it?
Hmm, not sure
Is it fate, or is it probability?
It's probability: Should I be grateful?
Shit, it happens, then it happens
Step on gum, the odds are high
Clearance sale
Well, a week later, it's gone
Do I choose?
I choose to bargain
But I could choose to walk away
That sale could not have been there at all
But why was it there in the first place?
There must have been some reason
Some reason that same time
I strolled in
The one time
And I never come in
There it is,
"One time only, CLEARANCE SALE"
But how could I ever
Rely on the probability
Of life?
Who could guess?
You never win
At a slot machine
But would if rather
You and I
Were assigned our own jackpot
In life
We all knew, we all know
That we will win
No, it's fate: Yes, I should be grateful!
There's something ahead for me
It's there, it was there all along
I stepped on gum, well, I need new shoes
And what a coincidence, there's a clearance
What a fateful outcome
. . . I met fate today
Faith, faith is her name
But as fate would have it
I have known her for very long
And I had a feeling
I had a feeling that I knew her
What is that?
Magic?
Super powers?
Stomach gas?
Who knows
Can science proove it?
I don't think so
But all I know
Is that I knew
All along
Fate brought me to her
And fate kept her near
Well, what about this?
How is it that when faith was waiting
I didn't know
And when I knew about fate
Faith was waiting no more
Did fate walk up and leave?
When I found out
Of fate's existence
I could not wait for faith to return
When I met fate again
She went off to hide from me
To hide from the world
But is this our decision
Or fate again
Maybe the whole world
Will come together
And everything will make sense
As always and for now
I must rely on faith
So I will wait
Wait for the win
So should I be grateful?
There is no answer
If I believe in faith
It will all come together
So I believe in faith
I met fate today
But she took off hiding
One thing is for sure
As I wait in the grass
As long as I met my fate
I will wait for her to come again
I am grateful she was there
I am grateful I saw her there
And I am grateful for the faith
Which will never leave me
So here's a note for faith:
Untill next time
Now I know your name
'Till we meet again
I am thinking just the same
So when you, faith, are ready
Just call my name, and fate will appear . . .

I'm listening to musik

Foot tap uncontrollably
Head move rhythmetically
Words process into motivation
Notes translate into imagination
Musik
Beauty, art, cannot describe
We try hard with genres, but still not defined
Knock me hard with heavy metal
Cusion my fall with classical
Musik
Spin a vinal, sounds so pure
The clicks are there, but the song endure
Tape in my pocket, MP3
Gotta have it inside of me
Musik
Like a therapy to my head
Salon treatment, while lying in bed
Gentle massage to my ears
To orgasmic sensation is what I hear
Musik
Musik, musik, musik
What else can I say
For my love, my musik

Not One, But Two

The words don’t come
By myself
I cannot help myself myself
No one alone
No way, not me
Just look and see
This ain’t my best
I need a source, another hand
I need your hand
Reach out your hand
Not one hand, but two together
I need your sight, to look at me
I need your eyes, me looking at you
Let me look
I need to see
I need your voice
Your toungue, your lips
To speak to me
To answer me
To break my silence
Silence, be still
It’s my turn
Since you’re here
I have a turn
Because no one wants
To play alone
I’m glad you came
I’m glad you’re here, too
Because I’m scared of one
I’d rather have two

Lunar Eclipse

Moonlit light is in the dark
Nothing clear, not but a spark
Street lights play the substitute
Stars are seen when they are shoot
Misty haze upon the night
Picture frame this wonderous sight
One night, every new decade
Earth creates you a cascade

    You, there watching TV
    Won't you come and see
    There, out the window there
    Come and look out and see, this you have to see
       Mystic shadow in the sky
       Lunar magic in my eye



    Hey, go get mother
    Go and get your brother, sister too
    Wait, please don't go away
    Stay until another day, I wish you'd stay, stay, stay
       Mystic shadow outer space
       Lunar tears stream down my face

The Unfortunate Evil King

[Anyone guess what this is about? This was actually typed exactly from a piece of music from the respective soundtrack.  Of what?  I'm not telling    =)]

Ships flying in the air, getting prepared
As they sail through the sea of stars
"Navigate well my son," the evil king
Awaits the status quo from wizard blue
Deploy the second fleet, send all we need
To rule the galaxy, then all of space
Proceed instruction, attack mode
Let's arm the bombs, formation on
    There goes the battle cry, the cannons fly
    The king begins to sigh, out from the the sky, the target lies
    Still all in tact, not once attacked
    Foiled again, when will he ever win
Attention ground troops, level begin
Pace back and forth, defend your win
Chain up the sharp toothed animals
Re-soil the dunes, Piranha tubes
Set sail, fleet location is revealed
Move over here to level four
With fingers crossed the evil king will wait
Upon his throne directly from the door
    Door closes, he is here, he's getting near
    King shoots his fireballs up through the air, just missed a hair
    Just what he feared, left out the ax
    Foiled again, when will he ever win

I think I'm waking up!

I've just downloaded a torrent for an mp3 rip of the Super Mario Galaxy soundtrack.  Oh my God, it is so f ck'n beautiful, like an orgasm to my ears.  Anyways, I feel like I am finally waking up from my long musician's block.  I have a certain feeling in my stomach, in my heart, in my head, in the hairs on the back of my neck, in my face, in my eyes, in my fingertips, in my ears, in my imagination that has long been asleep in a quiet and idle coma, nerve recking urge to create that is now free to bloom on a piece of paper, through a microphone, into some form of art and achievement.  It feels like this music has just opened me like a key, it was just a matter of when the gatekeeper would meet the key maker.
I'll type back soon, perhaps tomorrow since I am currently busy.  Peace!

Last Bus to Elysium

Sitting in the hot sun waiting for arrival
Getting cramped up from waiting too long
Sign says another sixty minutes
I can't stand to wait another minute longer
Where's my fast pass, can't wait any more

Next stop to paradise
They say heaven is really nice
Could you spare me some change
For the last bus to elysium

I am a man, I gotta be patient
But like a boy, I wanna have candy now
Only got about fifty-nine
Price check on asle nine
Where's the cashier, where's my money

Wanna get to paradise
They say heaven is really nice
Could you spare me some change
For the last bus to elysium
Last bus to elysium
Last bus to elysium

When I'm dead
Like He said
Senior citizens ride for free

Last bus to elysium
Last bus to elysium
Last bus to elysium
Last bus to elysium