- Images
- Fading Cinders
- Thief in Time
- Light Falling Rain
- High Palisades
- I Sometimes Imagine
- Seekers of Faith
- Hundred Million Miles
- Blind the Hunters
- Line Upon Line
IMAGES by Tim Vosika
Grapes are growing on the vine,
and the leaves fall every autumn,
People are eating from the rhine,
and the man is - climbing up the mountain.
Searching for better ways and living better days.
And we lie...
down on the soft nettled ground
and wonder about life
in view of the images that we dream of.
Words, they dwindle in my ears
and they keep misunderstanding...
They always see me as a child,
though I tell them - I am alive - and
Clouds burning off in the heat
and the seagulls now are flying.
Rain was falling from the sky,
now my clothes are - drying in the sun...
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FADING CINDERS by Tim Vosika (words;music),
Lee Vosika (words;music), & Liesl Vosika (music)
I left my home one autumn morn’
Bound for fortune I was born
Dreaming of the days to come
Now this autumn day done
Oh what kind of man am I
Thinkin’ I can fly away
On the wings of fireflies
Disappearing in the night
like fading cinders
Can you hear me calling you
God that I have prayed unto
Have you ever heard of me
Calling to you from the sea
Aimless in the dark I run
Lead me back to greet the sun
Alone here by the firelight
My voice drifts into the night
like fading cinders
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THIEF IN TIME by Lee Vosika
In my shadow hides a story from many years gone by
From the desert sands to the border lands
I'll wander 'till I die
When I think of her I ask myself
Oh can you tell me why
When a hand I loved had touched my heart
I turned away and chased the sky
Can you tell me now what song to sing
When it's time to turn back home
Did I miss the sound of bells that ring
In a wedding of my own
When I was young and all alone
I'd praise the morning mine
Now I wake unto most every day
And find… a thief in time
Once there was a bandit and he held his final stand
He then became a soldier and
Defender of the land
Still his life could not be justified
If he'd worked and tilled the ground
And love would find him once again
Building castles made of sand
As I listen to the busy streets in a room not far from town
Reading stories told about the men
Whom history had found
Still these pages cannot tell me if
Those people loved their lives
And the dearest sounds I've ever heard
Were my newborn baby's cries
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LIGHT FALLING RAIN by Tim Vosika
Happiness could be mine
If my wishes arrive
From a distance so vast
Parched in deserts of time
For a moment it seemed
They'd already come
I shouldn't complain
My troubles just sprinkle
Like light falling rain
Every dog has his day
So we're led to believe
And I stand here in line
Where I silently grieve
For the days that are gone
I yearn and pray
New seasons may come
And settle upon me
Like light falling rain
I see my wishes falling one by one
I guess their moment had arrived
I tell a story where I was blind
And now I'm seein' through your eyes
While I looked through your eyes
In your soul I did find
Year-round mistletoe
Hangin' up in my sky
And the kisses it brings
Overshadowing strain
Like the desert in bloom
Your comfort is welcome
Like light falling rain
...Your comfort is welcome...
...Like the desert in bloom...
...And the kisses it brings...
...Like light falling rain...
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HIGH PALISADES by Tim Vosika
The palisades I wander by
Drifting slowly through their shelter
Navigation granted by perceptions I have learned
New malaise every day find me when I feel asunder
Preparation for the journey grows old
I want to go today
Up to my high palisades
I wish to free my spirit now
And float upon the thermal drifts
And seek ancient wisdom
And join in the sound
Surrounding the high palisades
Flocks of birds seldom part
Flying higher than a thousand yards
Navigation granted by perceptions from their birth
Hues of green fill my eyes every time I watch them flutter
Contradictions in my mind find peace
Here on my private crusade
Resting my thoughts in this place
It's time to free my spirit now
And float upon the thermal drifts
And feast on ancient wisdom
And live in the sound
Surrounding the high palisades
Up in the high palisades
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I SOMETIMES IMAGINE by Tim Vosika
I sometimes imagine the stars out at night
Are pinholes of knowledge enhancing my sight
Celestial armadas elliptical flight
Magical pictures in which I delight
Day after day I spend
In teeming obligation
Stealin' some time again
I sometimes imagine
I sometimes imagine a sword in my hand
A stallion below me and a quest so grand
Giants and villains stand in my way
Foolish and futile what some people say
Cervantes writes of me
An interesting condition
Stealin' some time again
I sometimes imagine
I sometimes imagine the circling wind
Is lifting me upward my journey begins
Perspective expanding the view makes more sense
Changes inspiring my intelligence
Day after day I spend
Heeding intuition
Finding my self again
Mending my condition
Finding my soul again
I sometimes imagine
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SEEKERS OF FAITH by Lee Vosika (words;music)
& Tim Vosika (music)
I went to see a gypsy
to have my fortune told
And there within the candled mist she scried
She foretold my journey
from ages passed before
By reading pictures
hangin’ on her wall
I pondered on her show and my mind began to wander
Thinkin’ many seek the way
But few can find the door
Seer of fate
Teller of fortune
Saying things that I already know
The truth is hidden from your eyes
But there is wisdom in your lies
It doesn’t matter where I start
But it matters where I go
I wandered through the night
gazing in starlight
Apparitions dancing on the moon
Their shadows drifting by
as scenes before my eyes
Their stories told of wealth and empty rooms
I pondered on their show and my mind began to wander
Thinkin’ many seek the way
But few can find the door
Seeker of faith
Builder of fortune
Flying through the night without a home
The truth is hidden from your eyes
But there is wisdom in your cries
It doesn’t matter what I’ve got
But it matters what I know
Oh - seekers of faith
Searching for wisdom
Traveling toward the great unknown
The pathway’s hidden from your eyes
But truth is wearing no disguise
It doesn’t matter where I start
But it matters that I go
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HUNDRED MILLION MILES by Tim Vosika
Hundred million miles
How far I’m gonna be
Eager scenes moving through my head
Yearning to be set free
Short on the money
And running low on steam
Then hope redeems
When that ol’ carrot urges me
I will go far in my dreams
Sun beams carry me
‘Till the end of the spell ('Till the end of my life)
When the curtain comes down
Farther than our greatest strength
Could ever hope to reach
Barriers falling all around
Prison walls in breach
And I look back
to see how far I’ve been
Hundred million miles
A billion times again
Commanded never speak
What I have seen
Mighty angels cautioning
Men won't believe
Unholy eyes
Cannot view His face
Only the pure
Will enter this place
I could melt away
In a deeper green
Falling short counting frantically
Adjoining jealousy
But I find peace
In my sleepy meadow free
Of all distractions
My spirit soaring bravely
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BLIND THE HUNTERS by Tim Vosika (words;
music) & Lee Vosika (words)
Reading the words of ancient men
Not fully understanding
Learning the symbols
Interpreting signs when
God will come like a thief in the night
Today I am young
And I have visions
My dreams need time
Reading the words of ancient men
Alert my concern
Someone heard me calling
Autumn sunlight blind the hunters
Come and help prolong our day
Short is the time, salvation the risk
We must continue
Trolling through the oceans
Of risk to succeed while
Raging hunters fill our minds with fear
Pound goes my heart
When I hear that troubled
Times are ahead
Short is the time, salvation the risk
I dared not look back
When I heard someone screaming
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LINE UPON LINE by Tim Vosika
Alphabet to essay
Arithmetic to algebra
Fingerpaint to fine Monet
Kids becoming dads and mamas
It’ll happen line upon line whoa...
Line upon line ah... whoa...
God will be pleased as our (minds / faith / spirits)
Grow(s) like rings in the trees
To be tall and strong... that’s the way it could be
(Growing tall and srong... that’s the way it should be)
My faith small as an atom
Could grow to fill a mustard seed
To close in the chasm
The Good Book tells me when I read
My spirit’s struggled ever since
I left heaven on my birthday
Seeking for the Father and
I know He’ll help me find the way
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