David Tiller’s Dream World

The things are way better inside.
The world is just great in my mind.
It don’t matter it was black and white.
Now every color brings it to life.

I see the mountains rise in the west.
An old man lives there on the crest.
He looks to the sky and the land
Deciding if clouds will come next.

In front there’s a forest so green,
The leaves come alive and they sing.
A young girl walks right by the trees
Taking care of this marvelous dream.

If I look to the east not for long,
And I see the sea seeing the sun,
My face grins and I walk by the shore,
Feeling the breeze elevating my soul.

A river runs cutting the land.
Crystal water, you can see the sand.
You mirror your face on its plane.
You’ll never feel thirsty again.

A castle thrones all you can see.
Its walls are of stone and of glee.
Its towers are high as a tree,
And flags animate in the wind.

But to south, if you turn around,
You will see a single black cloud.
There’s a story that needs to be found,
And the teller is getting so loud.

The Power Of Example?

The earth is reaching for the sky, searching for relief.
The sky is sending all its clouds, embracing mountain peaks.
The water falls, evaporates and carries all their thoughts.
They never lost a single day to share this special love.

The sun is running round and round, encircling the world.
The moon is scouting through the night until the breaking dawn.
They never catch each other’s sight but they’re not giving up.
They hope they’ll meet one day and share their priceless love.

The river runs and cleans the lands no matter all the blocks.
The sea is longing for caress within his gentle grasp.
They wait the moment they are one, they dream the day will come
When they will share a tender kiss to seal all their love.

Mere Shadows

So do you know who wears the mask?
She stretches right there from your feet.
And every single day and night
She always makes you feel complete.

She knows the rhythm of your steps,
She knows your every single move.
And when you’re tired, left behind,
She turns her head and waits for you.

But do you know when she is sad?
And do you know when she is lonely?
When is the last time you looked down
And smiled at her stretched on the soil?

You took for granted her attendance
And never wonder why and how.
You think you are the reason why;
You think she always knows the how.

But she is kind and she is simple,
She’ll always be there by your side.
She understands your egoism,
She’ll never leave you there to die.

You need to talk to her tonight,
And smile at her and hold her hand.
You need to sketch her every curve
And visualize her silhouette.

You see her now with different eyes.
She has a shape you never seen.
She’s not a stranger without face.
She’ll be forever in your dreams.

And now you won’t need someone else.
When all the others let you down,
You’ll have her following your trace
On all your walks across the town.

Desensitized

The mystique fiber of everything accomplished
Empowers every cog in the web-like machine.
Refined with reeking steam their breath is casting
A plain mechanical charisma in between.

The painted stare that every man is wearing,
Sustained by crippled artist hands that falter;
A muted exhibition ripped from the ordinary,
Where mimes are trapped and the escape is shattered.

The golden wires are hidden from our blinded eyes
And alternate commands are passing through our brains.
A static disappointment but we engage the lies;
We guess there’s a solution but don’t leave the race.

The lullaby of horrors that keeps us paralyzed;
Magnetic implications that lyrics propagate;
You go to sleep and suddenly your hands are tied
And soon the master will pass you through the gate.

The cynic balsam that mummifies your soul;
Inhale the heavy drugs they send for your demise.
They guarantee you won’t feel anything at all
And nothing you will feel for your entire life.

The rain of cleaning mild solution every day;
And pipes are passing mind erasing antidotes.
It makes you feel your essence’s made of clay.
The itches aggravated by this new fashioned pox.

Among The Few

She was a saint, she was a miracle,
She lives inside my memories.
She never lied, she never cursed,
She never did unlawful things.

She told me stories every night,
Before I met the land of dreams.
Stories collected from her youth
And kept inside through centuries.

And when she told me all of them,
She started right there at the top.
And I was listening again.
And I was drinking every drop.

She always smiled holding my hand.
Even when she could see me not...
And she was crying happily,
Seeing my face inside her thoughts.

She didn't closed her eyes that day.
Maybe she waited there for me...
Maybe that's why she comes alive,
From time to time, within a dream...

And she is beautiful and warm
And makes me sleep so peacefully,
Thinking that every day and night
She watches from there over me.

If

If I were a crow,
I would leave the swamp for meadows.
If I were a hero,
I would wear two shinny medals.
But I'm not a crow.
And I'm not a hero.

If I were a bird,
I would fly across the world.
If I were a pawn,
I'd protect my king in war.
But I'm not a bird.
And I'm not a pawn.

If I were a fish,
I would never leave the lake.
If I were a wish,
I would be the wish you'd make.
But I'm not a fish.
And I'm not a wish.

If I were a cloud,
I would never rain on you.
If I were the sun,
I would start the day for you.
But I'm not a cloud.
And I’m not the sun.

I am the meadow that's stretching so far.
I am the medals that you wear so proud.
I am the sky as blue as your eyes.
I am the king fighting for lives.
I am the lake you're calling your home.
I am the person that wishes you now.
I am a day that’s sunny and bright.
I am a ray that comes holding light.

I am a reason, a reason to live.
I am an idea that you cannot see.
I am the heart beat of wake up alarms.
I am the words you're speaking in tongues.
I am the spirit of places untouched.
I am the marvel that you like to watch.
I am the crossroad you're facing right now.
I am the poet that's writing his vows.

The Meaning Of Life

Life is hugging a tree;
Life is loving a bee;
Life is watching the sun
As it rises or sinks from and into the ground.

Life is smiling at kids;
Life is learning to sing;
Life is knowing they’re wrong
But still love and adore and want to forgive.

Life is growing your hair;
Life is showing you care;
Life is counting the souls
As they come and they go into and out of your home.

Life is giving a hand;
Life is playing with sand;
Life is smelling a rose
While accepting not curse the stings from her thorns.