Flame Turns Blue


Flame Turns Blue

Flame Turns Blue

Songwriters: GRAY, DAVID
I went looking for someone I left behind
Yeah, but no-one, just a stranger did I find
I never noticed, hadn’t seen it as it grew
The void between us where the flame turns blue
Different places, yeah but they all look much the same
Dreams of faces in the streets devoured by names
I’m in collision with every stone I ever threw
And blind ambition where the flame turns blue
Words dismantled, hey and all the books unbound
Conversations, though we utter not a sound
I heard a rumor, I don’t know if it’s true
That you’d meet me where the flame turns blue
So I venture underneath the leaden sky
See the freight train with it’s one fierce eye
And then I listen as it tears the night into
With a whistle and the flame turns blue
In the morning I will sing
In the morning I will sing
Through the lemon trees the diamonds of light
Break in splinters on the pages where I write
That if I lost you, I don’t know what I’d do
Burn forever where the flame turns blue
Yeah if I lost you, I don’t know what I’d do
Burn forever where the flame turns blue
In the morning I will sing
In the morning I will sing
In the morning I will sing
In the morning I will sing

Busy




 

I have been very busy. I am pursuing a new job. Computer is still broke. I could replace it, but it takes me forever to buy something. Right now I am deciding if I should stay with mac or go PC.
I drew this on my windows phone using my finger. If anyone knows of a good stylus that works with a phone to do doodles with, I would be interested. I will try to catch up with my blog soon, plus I have a few good stories to share about my wizard and troll friend.

Be back soon.

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Carry News That Must Get Through


Carry News

Carry News

“Close the doors, put out the light
You know they won’t be home tonight
The snow falls hard and don’t you know
The winds of Thor are blowing cold
They’re wearing steel that’s bright and true
They carry news that must get through

They choose the path where no-one goes
They hold no quarter,
They hold no quarter.
Oh…”

In My Mind’s Eye


In My Mind's Eye

In My Mind’s Eye

In my mind’s eye I see 20 young children sitting at the feet of a magnificent being.  7 adults stand with this existence, feeling like children themselves.  The being is telling stories of wonder.  Describing what the water on Mars once tasted like.  How it feels to run ones fingers through the cosmic winds.  They are captivated fully by this wise teacher.  Not so far in the distance a young man stands.  His head hung low and his arms clasped tightly together.  The being’s great voice calls out.  Come here son!  You are free from the pains and bewilderment of the world in which you once lived!  Come, for there is only love here!

I feel sorrow for all involved.  I can only hope…  My Mind’s Eye sees truth.