CONTACT:Michael Repoulis
Three doors they face me
two open and one closed
I have to take my choice
my arms folded,a dream flows
Experience lies in front of
me
I wonder if I should walk in through and see
but no,there is another
which shows more light,
bright colour
Shadows surround me
believing they've
found me
with feeling they dance
unreal but not
false
They say
they'll try their best
to help
me decide
which door I'll posses
An invitation
they've sent me
their friend to become
and in this
season they bent me
with feeling and love
When I walk I recognize the eyes
that are seeing
many faults and cracks,which on this road
have been
For times and times
the future is yesterday's
and with my sun which shines
I explore a piece of his displays
Sometimes I dream and think from what I see
I wish I'd walk and refootprint my steps
which right should be
Sometimes I feel,and seal my heart to heel
the poor soul which cries and begs
for on this life can't kneel
For times and times
the future is
yesterday's
and as my sun does shine
we cannot fool
his rays
The world takes a trip around a simple
circle
and where the line ends, we've seen so very
little
While all these eyes of different shapes and looks
do look at me sometimes to see how and which step
I stand and how little I took.
Dont touch my chariot of love, it belongs not here
dont try to pick its golden image, it feels no fear
This open wide sky has split in half and offers me
a special pessage
and the 'no where' I am to find and give to them
this casual message
It took me years, so many years...to have this chariot
perfect and complete
and still not mine, it's not all mine, I have to share it
and compete
My chariot of love
will fly high and above
with four white horses
in my front row
My chariot of love
will decorate the empty space
so high and above
we cannot face now
I promise now to you all, I'll be around, after all
but not the same as before, cause I will have found
and heard the call
because every night I hear a voice crying to me.
"There is a lot in front of you to see"
Hera is crying
Athena is trying
to work on something new
blackstone face
devides the race
the quivering earth
in two
Blue eyed trees
turn white as his
this lonely summer night
but why is this
that poison sees
from every human
sight
The earthman
digs holes in the sea
trying to find his master
The lady weeps
while she can see
the cross that climbs
mounts faster
Wise men gather
work with feather
cold yellow faces bitter
Madmen smile
trying to file
sad papers burned
crying letters
Awake he is not
but I can talk
diademed he was
king of the gods
White stone I see
but where is he?
perhaps he has
petrified his time
His name he had carved
on a myriad fears
and black dogs barked
the name of Zeus