Snapshot of Myself

As I look down I see myself, a wrinkled and abused pile of bones
A voice echoes softly though the PCP fog in the room
A strong weathered figure urgently beckons to me
Although already slowly in an upward drift; my momentum halts
Soft words tug gently on the anchor of my soul
My direction changes
Back down through the floorboards and the ceiling above
The light of my existence had almost extinguished itself it seems
I feel a flicker and my mind begins to unbend
A warmth, a rekindling form within
The drowsy numbness of narcotics still in my brain
They say only the good die young
Well, I would have made a lovely corpse
But then I then I thank Oma for this snapshot of myself
And the chance to live again.

It’s not that bad

Buckets of big black clouds in the sky
It’s not that bad so don’t you cry
Grab your stuff and come with me
Let’s leave this café
I need the company of a smile
Lets get away for a while or
Could I
Sit and stare at you for a while
Oh no
You’ve left your bag in the rain
Wet cigarettes
Like tears get washed down the drain
Isn’t it a pity
So grab your stuff and come with me
Let’s leave this place
We can sail away
Just you and me
For just one day
To a land so far away
Just you and me
It’s not the way it was way back then


Buckets of big black clouds in the sky
It’s not that bad so don’t you cry
We can sail away
Just you and me
For just one day
To a land so far away
You won’t need no money
There’s nothing there to buy
It’s not that bad so don’t you cry
Grab your stuff and come with me
To the land where wildweed grows
We can smoke it
Until it shows
That it’s not that bad so please don’t cry
Even though there’s
Buckets of big black clouds in the sky
It’s not that bad so don’t you cry
Grab your stuff and come with me
To the land where the wildweed grows
Smoke it
Then it shows
That it’s not that bad so please don’t cry
Hold on to my hand
It’s okay to feel this way
I was going this way too today
It’s not that bad so don’t you cry
It’s not that bad so don’t you cry
It’s not that bad so don’t you cry.

Snapshot of Myself

As I look down I see myself,
a tattered, wrinkled, abused
pile of young bones
A voice echoes softly though the PCP fog in the room
A strong weathered figure urgently beckons to me
Although already slowly in an upward drift; my momentum halts
Soft words call out and tug gently on the anchor of my soul
My direction changes
Back down through the floorboards and the ceiling above
The light of my existence had almost extinguished itself it seems
I feel a flicker and my mind begins to unbend
A warmth, a rekindling from within
The drowsy numbness of narcotics still in my brain
They say only the good die young
Well, I would have made a lovely corpse
But then I then I thank Oma for this snapshot of myself
And the chance to live again.

Downtown Fear

A gun is bought
A boy is taught
A boy is shot
With a gun that was bought
Why?


I can understand the attraction to guns or weapons what I don't understand is their use. The crimes that we hear of are so serious and most of the time include the use of firearms. Whatever happen to peace, love and understanding, listening, paying attention instead of paying respects? We need to stop and sit down together to try and come to terms with what we have in common and work towards correcting our wrongs and making our differences work for us. Sure it's easy to sit and write about it but it can be just as easy to get up and get together to talk about what we are writing. It's simple, we all try hard to get the things we want and need and right now we all need each other. Put down the guns and knives and what have you and chill, Relax and see what we can come up with to replace the guns with? Perhaps a pen or a paintbrush to show how we feel, a microphone to sing or say what we think, or a camera to shoot pictures to show what we see...there are so many better ways to show who you and what you are, where you're going, what you're doing with out using a gun. Peace, love and understanding be the rule of the day. Let the senseless killing stop. Pray for wars to end. Let children be children again.