For dad's 55th birthday (Sept 14, 2003)

Life is a wind
Life is a game
And you are the King
If you have the Queen

Life is simple
If you know who you are
Lights are dimmed
And the sound of Jazz
Touches your soul

You are an actor
On an empty stage
You look up
And see the sky full of stars

You are a director
Of the film
About your own
Daughter and son

And Life is just a Wind
Is just a glimpse
Of what things are

When her hand touches your skin
The motion stops
The sky is dim

You are the King
When Game of Life
Brings you your Queen
Gives you the glimpse
Of what things are

Of what begets
What makes us all
Tick like a clock
And why the Jazz
Dims all the lights
And puts September
Into the soul

And why we are the way we are
And why we laugh the way we laugh
You understand
And so you walk
And so you play
And so you try

To catch the glimpse
To touch the lips
To shoot another movie scene
Under these stars
You are the King
Because you have your own Queen

For Julia's 18th birthday (July 8, 2003)

You are searching for the song
In a key that's truly yours
You are flowing through time
As if it was a river
Through faces and the wind
You are our little girl
Who always makes us smile
Who always makes us better

The life of black and white
Acquires shades of gray
You coming on full speed
From desert onto highway
Through faces and the wind
We'll stand behind you
To always make you smile
To always make you better

In our joined quest
For happiness and love
We can not let the rain
Wash joy from our days
Through faces and the wind
We give you our hands
To always make you smile
To always make you better

You are searching for the song
In a key that's truly yours
You are beautiful you are young
You are drinking life like magic
Remember this through winds
Through rainy days and thoughts
You always make us smile
You always make us better

Foggy Friday

Its foggy Friday.
Looking through the mist
It seems as if I am twenty years old
Its seems that speed
And the direction of my thoughts
Aligned with the speed
And the direction of the world.

But its not true.
I am really not that young
And definitely not that
Disciplined and strong
I spend my days
Just fighting trough the fog
I spend my days
Just fighting with the world.

And that's the way it is.
When foggy Friday comes
Its difficult for us
Not think of our past
Just gazing into fog
Forgetting what we are
Forgetting that its time
Get up and fight the world.

tears

the business of crying
is not an easy business
especially for men my age.

but there are times
when the clouds are really low
and you have nothing to hold on to.

its okay. let it out.
count to five as if you are lost
and then stop.

never again. not until the clouds
are lower than they are now or
until you are alone among trees.

tears are immortal symbol
of both helplessness and hope.
cherish them.

use them to wave 'good bye'
to your soldier grandfather
to lay him to rest among trees and clouds.

tears are ancient companion
of love and death.
be your tears.

Magic quadrant

The mind circa 2006
Is weaker than the mind circa 2000
The body circa 2006
Is stronger than body circa 2000.

And this version of mind body problem
Is not entirely unusual
Among the former intellectuals
Who discovered the pleasures of sports.

The irony in their story
Is that they have it backwards
The glory in their story
Is that they have it all.

If you look across the times
You will see that they are living
In the very magic quadrant
Of this mind body problem.

So by spanning space and time
They become awaken Buddhas
And they strive to be awaken
And they try to have it all.

Their bodies, their minds
Fly through different dimensions
In the marathon of seeking
Peace and meaning in the world.

Death

Death is neither sparse nor dense
At first it is burning hot
Then it is itching cold
With salty waterish in between
Getting inside our souls
And under our skins.

It walks through the front door
Both unexpected and inevitable
Pale, calculating, numbing
And spares us the humiliation
Strips us of our origin and memories
Turning us back into the raw material.

And those who stay after we go
Will stay full of tears and fear
Forever changed by our last glance
Shaken and humble, speechless
Tightly gripping the empty space
Mindful of their very own mortality.

Rock & Roll #33

I woke up at night
All sweaty and cold
It started to sink in
I am 33 years old
And so 'Good bye' my bottle
And 'Hello' my Jesus
I am trying so hard
So please, please, please!

Come play with me
Stand by my side
And whisper in my ear
That I am all right
Forget-me-not
Right by the lake
And most important
Bring me the cake, cake, cake!

My heart is beating
I am full of hope
The clock is ticking
At night it glows
And there is empty bottle
Spinning my world
Hello Jesus!
I am 33 years old, 33 years old, 33 years old!

Idea

I am in love with idea
Of being in love with idea
You are in love with idea
Of being the goddess of love

I leave your apartment at night
Full of hope and fear
You lay down naked
Look at the ceiling and cry

I am in love with idea
Of thinking of you as idea
You are in love with idea
That you are as real as I

I never smoke again
I haven't called you in years
You lay down naked
Look at the ceiling and cry

I am in love with idea
Of thinking of love as idea
You are in love with idea
Of constantly thinking of love

I cannot sleep anymore
I live outside of your window
You lay down naked
Look at the ceiling and cry

2046

One day you encounter motion
Purely motionless beauty
She's fixed and you are suspended
She's bright and you are mature

Eternity smiles through tears
You clap with one hand to amuse her
She is amused, but unshaken
By your complicated rhymes

But things evidently work out
Her strikingly naked body
Is testament to all your methods
To wisdom of ruthless chasing

The game is paused for a moment
You both are full and empty
Filled with the joy and tears
In room number 2046

The train of love headed south
And soon there'll be nothing but ashes
Scattered through new love and hopes
Lonely, forever lonely

Viscosity Index

viscosity index of different fluids
is just simple matter of your perception
its state of all beings at your inception
its strict, but its fuzzy, its white, but its blurry

and gravity constant it is not that steady
its relative to what your teachers have told you
its warmth times strength of your family values
it varies as much as you can be ready

viscosity index of different fluids
amounts to moves and amounts to actions
it breaks under tiny chaotic distractions
its strict and its fuzzy, its white and its blurry

and gravity constant can certainly very
depending on strength of your love and attachment
the God's equation constrained such that
the magic is hiding in single word 'maybe'