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NOW AND FOREVER
        Wait for the pause between now and forever.
        Yesterday comes once again - waking and sleeping.
        Meet in the gap that time leaves in your mind.
        Time is an octave like music or light.
        It helps to know the right key.
        The structure of form is built by a note.
        Candles won't burn in the sun.
        The speed of a thought is faster than light.
        Faster even than time.
        The past is tomorrow - an instant gone by.
        Forever died long ago.
        Today is a movement to soon to be late.
        Wherever is next to the start.
        Voices of angels sing us the chorus.
        The verse is sung by your heart.
        The time is right now - before it is lost.
        Lost in the crevice of why.
        The music of life plays all the songs the radio cannot find.
        We seem to remember our only good-bye that opened the
             door to because.
        Time is just like a big ball of string
             that has no beginning or end.
        It seems to unravel as minutes make hours
             but ours is a minute too short (second or third).
        Why is the sun unlike the moon?
        Why are the stars on the street?
        Fortune and fame roll in the mud.
        Sanity rarely gets up.
        The pause that refreshes pauses not once.
        It doubt if it pauses at all.
        Reason and rhyme don't go together
             especially not in yours.
        The reason we're here is not to grow old.
        It happens because we forget.
        The sound of the future is heard
             in the silence of yesterday as it awakens.
        So fear not the past - for when it returns, a friend
             will bring it to you.
        It's all about now right after the end.
        The middle is only the start.
        What is the truth if it's not itself?
        How can it be one in the same?
        The shortest of moments are too long to stand.
        They always seem to fall down.
        Sleep is the only time that I know
        when time seems different at all.
        But sleep isn't time - sometimes I don't know
             if it's time to end this song.
        Wierd as it seems - it's seam isn't weird
             for it is seamless it seems.
        Words have no meaning - they change all the time
             if time can even be changed.
        They're mean and they're average.
        They trick you whenever they can.
        They change what they mean.
        The change is in movers
        How can you change your mind?
Copyright@1989 by Stan Agol


My T.V. - eve of the big game
          My T.V. took ill
          Panic and sorrow
          covered my shroud.
          Tears over game
          cries were so loud.
          My rational self
          I felt so alone
          Lost in my sorrow,
          I ran from my room
          hoping to find
          others just like me
          who loved to unwind.
          In a dark tavern
          I found my reward.
          A big screen in color (life-like)
          To conquer the bored.
          I bitched and I moaned
          and cried in my beer.
          My T.V. was now broken
          my partner, my dear.
          I felt sorry and selfish
          I sulked like a child.
          Inside I was empty,
          my fears had gone wild.
          A stranger beside me
          destroyed my self pity.
          His blindness had made his mind twice as witty . . .
Copyright@1989 by Stan Agol


THIRD EAR
        THE THIRD EAR IS WHAT
        WE HEAR WITH WHEN WE
        ARE DREAMING
        THE THIRD EYE IS USED
        EXCLUSIVELY
        WHEN SLEEPING - IT IS ITS IMAGES
        THAT WE REMEMBER WHEN WE WAKE UP
        THE EYE OF THE NIGHT SEES MORE
        THAN WE KNOW - WE CAN'T BEGIN
        TO UNDERSTAND ALL IT SEES.
        EYE OF THE HEART ON TOP OF THE HEAD
        OUR SOULS ONLY WINDOW TO ALL THAT IS SAID
        FOCUS OUR SOUL ON KNOWLEDGE DIVINE
        HELP US TO GROW WISER
        AND KINDER AS WHOLE
        EYE OF THE HEART
        THE THIRD ONE ABOVE
        EYE OF THE HEART
        OPENS WITH LOVE
        OUR SOULS ONLY IN WINDOW
        TOT HE OUTSIDE WORLD
        FIND THE STREAM IN THE WOODS
        THAT FLOWS FROM THE HEART
        IN THE VALLEY OF LOVE
        USE THE LIGHT FROM BELIEVING
        IN MAGIC AND MYTH
        TO SEE THE REAL MEANING OF LIFE
        MOUNTAINS OF KNOWLEDGE
        GROW STRONGER WITH AGE
        WITH VEILS OF CLOUDS AS A CROWN
        MEADOWS OF MUSIC
        LAY BLESSED BY THE SUN
        SWAYING IN THE BREEZE OF
  
        REALITY FADES WITH THE SUNSET
        AS DREAMS RIDE WITH THE NIGHT
        THROUGH FORESTS OF SLEEP
        CONSCIOUSNESS SURRENDERS TO INTUITION
        AND STRUCTURE FLIES WITH THE WIND
        TWILIGHT COLORS THE LANDSCAPE
        WITH TRUTH
        WHILE HOPE AWAKENS WITH
        THE MOON.
        NATURE UNDERSTANDS THE CHANGE
        OF FUTURE TO PAST
        BUT MISSES THE LEAVES ANYWAY
        AND WE FIND THE STREAM IN THE WOODS
        BY FOLLOWING OUR HEART
        THROUGH THE MAZE
        THE MAGIC OF NIGHT
        WEAVES HER WEB OF CALM EASE (DELIGHT) 
Copyright@1989 by Stan Agol


BEYOND TOMORROW
        BEYOND TOMORROW IS NEW AND BRINGING
        WHATEVER WE SEE
        IT'S ALL OF YOUR DREAMS THROUGHOUT THE NIGHT
        THE FUTURE IS JUST THE DAY THAT IS AFTER
        IF IT IS AFTER THE DAY OR THE DAY THAT
        IS AFTER
        THE PAST IS BECOMING THE PRESENT
        AT LAST THE FUTURE IS WAITING
        TO DIE JUST AS FAST AS
        TODAY IS DISSOLVING INTO TOMORROW
        BECOMING THE PAST OF YESTERDAY'S
        FUTURE
        ALWAYS RUNS EXCHANGING AS TIME
        CHANGES ALL THAT CHANGES ITSELF
        TO WHATEVER COMES
        NEXT
        FALLING AWAY EACH SECOND
        DIES OFF ONLY TO GIVE
        BIRTH TO ANOTHER JUST LIKE
        ITSELF ITS DAUGHTER AND MOTHER
        FLYING TOMORROW IS TODAY'S ONLY CHILD
        FINDING
        YESTERDAY'S GRANDSON AND
        ANOTHER SOON CREATING
        EACH SECOND JUST LIKE THE
        FIRST
        ALL DISAPPEARING WHEN CHILD IS
        NEARLY
        READY TO RUN INTO THE
        FUTURE
        THE FUTURE OF ALL THAT
        PASSED IN THE NIGHT
        TODAY'S ONLY CHILD
Copyright@1989 by Stan Agol


PRICE OF LIFE

        THE PRICE OF LIFE IS NOT SET FOR US
        BY COMPUTER OR ACCOUNTANT
        IT CAN'T BE PAID BY CREDIT CARD
        OR HEAVILY DISCOUNTED
        THE PRICE OF LIFE IS DIFFERENT (NOT THE SAME)
        FOR EVERYONE WHO PAYS
        IT CAN'T BE PAID BY CHECK OR CHARGE
        IT'S NOT SUBJECT TO THOSE TAXES
        THE PRICE OF LIFE IS PAID EACH DAY
        IN STRUGGLE AND IN STRIFE (PAIN)
        IT'S NOT AFFECTED BY RECESSION
        OR EVEN DAMNED INFLATION!
        SOME WILL SAY IT IS BALANCED OUT
        BY EVERY INCARNATION
        WE SET THE PRICE FOR OURSELVES
        AND EVEN SOMETIMES OTHERS.
        IT ALL IS BALANCED OUT
        IN A LEDGER SOMEPLACE ELSE
        IT ALL IS BALANCED OUT
        IT'S WHAT'S KNOWN AS
       C R E D I T    K A R M A
Copyright@1989 by Stan Agol


TAKE THE TIME
        IF I COULD ONLY TAKE THE TIME
        TO MAKE YOU MINE
        TO MAKE YOU LOVE ME
        LIKE YOU SHOULD
        TO MAKE YOU LOVE ME
        IF YOU COULD (WOULD)
        IF I COULD ONLY TAKE THE TIME
        TO MAKE YOU MINE
        TO TAKE THE TIME
        TO MAKE YOU MINE
        IF I COULD ONLY MAKE YOU MINE
        TO TAKE THE TIME
        IF WE WOULD ONLY TAKE THE TIME
        TO TRY A LITTLE
        IF WE WOULD ONLY TAKE THE TIME
        TO LOVE EACH OTHER
        TO CARE A LITTLE FOR OUR BROTHERS
        TO CARE A LITTLE FOR OUR MOTHERS
        IF WE WOULD ONLY TAKE THE TIME
        TO TAKE THE TIME
        TO TAKE THE TIME
        TO TAKE THE TIME
        IF WE WOULD ONLY TAKE THE TIME
        TO TAKE THE TIME
        TO TAKE THE TIME 
Copyright@1989 by Stan Agol


OUR SLEEPING LOVE
     OUR SLEEPING LOVE AWOKE WITH A BANG
     OUR SLEEPING LOVE IN A POEM WE SANG
     OUR SLEEPING LOVE GROWS STRONGER WITH AGE
     OUR SLEEPING LOVE SEES THE WORLD AS A STAGE
     FORBIDDEN BY REASON IT STARTED AS LUST
     THEN GREW INTO FRIENDSHIP SO CLOSE WE COULD TRUST
     OUR MINDS MET AS EQUALS IN A MUTUAL THOUGHT
     THIS MENTAL ATTRACTION THE CHALLANGE WE SOUGHT
 
     OUR FLOWER CALLED FRIENDSHIP THEN BLOOMED INTO LOVE
     LIKE A ROSE IN THE ARTIC OR THE BIRTH OF A DOVE
     OUR MINDS AND OUR BODIES OUR HEARTS AND OUR SOULS
     MAGNETICALLY BINDING ELECTRONICALLY WHOLE
     MUSICAL HARMONY - FITS LIKE A GLOVE
     I GUESS YOU COULD CALL IT THE CHORD OF TRUE LOVE
     OPEN AND HONEST CONFIDING AND WARM
     TOTALLY NATURAL - THE EYE OF THE STORM
     FEELINGS FORGOTTEN OVER THE YEARS
     RETURN LIKE A BOMBSHELL TO CONQUER OUR FEARS
     IT SEEMS THAT WE MET A LIFETIME AGO
     IN ANOTHER DIMENSION - IN A PLACE WE BOTH KNOW
     WHERE WILL IT LEAD - HOW LONG WILL IT LAST
     DON'T LIVE IN THE FUTURE - DON'T LIVE IN THE PAST
     CHERISH THE PRESENT SO PRECIOUS A GIFT
     THIS WONDERFUL MOMENT OUR HEARTS IT WILL LIFT
     OUR SLEEPING LOVE HAS AWAKENED AT LAST
     OUR SLEEPING LOVE SO IMMENSE AND SO VAST
     OUR SLEEPING LOVE IS ASLEEP NO MORE
     OUR SLEEPING LOVE IS JUST STARTING TO SOAR
     SLOWLY IT GREW SOFTLY AND QUIET
     THEN ALL OF A SUDDEN IT BURST INTO RIOT
     OUR HEARTS FULL JOY OUR MINDS FULL OF BLISS
     OUR SOULS JUST BEGINNING THE INFINITE KISS
Copyright@1989 by Stan Agol


SLEEP
        The sleep that comes too late
        The sleep that changes hate.
        The sleep we need
             if to proceed
        Beyond ourselves to love.
        Sleep is but a rest in time.
        It only heals the wounds of mind.
        A dream can show
             which way to go
        A dream is but a lesson.
        Our dreams are not what we think.
        Our dreams are more than resting up.
        Our dreams can solve the game of day.
        Our dreams are more like work   than play.
                                 school
        To die is but to come alive.
        To die is losing lies and hate.
        To die is that for which we wait.
        Waking up from a bad nightmare
             is like our voyage from here to there.
        The death of body cannot touch mind
             for when we die we graduate
        from school or prison whate'r the fate.
        Life is hard - it's meant to be
        It's hard as Hell for you and me.
        Pain and boredom are its worst traits -
             forever seeking that great unknown.
        Misconstrued and full of doubt;
        We seek to learn what it's about
        Dissatisfied with all we do -
        the ones that aren't, are very few
        We can't remember why here we came -
        We only feel the guilt and shame.
        To love and learn and rise above
             to not feel hate nor push or shove.
        Is why we're here in suits of flesh
        we've had examples all through the world
        Saviours, Saints, and Sages wise
        have shown us how to live our lives.
        We came to learn how to control
        the body, mind, and then our soul.
        To learn the lesson and graduate
        is why we came not to wait.
        Examples many we see each day
             those special ones can show the way
        Saviours, Saints, and Sages wise
        have shown us how to live our lives.
        They sacrifice their selfish needs;
        they live for others, especially weeds.
        They give themselves to those in need
        They long to see their brothers freed.
        If all could learn to live like them
        pain and misery would vanish fast.
        We're like a child lost in the night
        knowing where to find the light. 
Copyright@1989 by Stan Agol


TRUTH
        The truth cannot be bought and sold.
        It must be free - it must be told.
        It's not found in just one book.
        Here and there one must look.
        It's pieces many scattered far
        it came to us by distant star.
        It can't be found in just one teaching,
        it's in them all, forever reaching.
        A jigsaw puzzle mixed with many.
        No other person can help you any.
        Your voice inside knows which piece
        from old Tibet to ancient Greece.
        Choose your truths with utmost care.
        Following others can cause despair.
        The voice inside - the voice inside.
        My head, the voice, inside - inside.
        The voice, the voice, the voice inside.
        The more it costs, the less it's worth.
        The best of truths are found in mirth.
        When in doubt, just turn iside.
        Hear the voice, let it guide.
        Any teaching that scorns another
        isn't really worth the bother.
        (won't show you how to love your brother)
        Truth is free - free for all
        Free to love, free to fall.
        The price of truth is not in Gold,
        for truth cannot be bought or sold.
        Truth is very hard to find -
        it's hidden deep within your mind.
        It's not for sale and not for rent.
        So be aware of what you've spent.
        Truth is wisdom, love, and knowledge;
        It can't be found in church or college.
Copyright@1989 by Stan Agol


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