Easy

What`s going on?
I think I should know,
my head's in the clouds though.
I don`t think that it`s as easy
it`s certainly not that easy.
Not as easy as that!
What`s the hold up?
What`s going on here?
Is there a problem?
If there`s a problem
I don`t want to hear.
I know it`s never easy,
in fact sometimes it's hard.
If it`s too hard though
I may not want to know.
But if it`s not a concern
and if it`s not my problem
I still wouldn`t think it`s that easy.
Nothing is easy these days,
at least not as easy as that!
But if it all goes well
and according to plan
well we`ll all be off better
later when this all sets in.
It won`t be easy,
but then nothing ever is.
Check back in with me later
my head's still in the clouds.
Sure, you were thinking that it`s easy,
but not as easy as that!
Thinking it's easy is easy
but even that's not as easy as that!
Nothing ever comes easy,
no Lord it don't come easy,
I thank you for the challenge though.
Things around here aren't average
they're pretty much well below.
It gets harder with each passing day
and it's time that the big easy got made
and made it this way.
Because nothing comes easy
round here anyway.
What's going on?
I think I should know?
My heads in the clouds though
but I don`t think that it`s as easy
it`s certainly not that easy...and
not as easy as that!

a poet

I wanted to change the seasons
so I became a poet
if for no other reason
it began to rain
in the middle of the sun
the change of season has begun
and no sooner had the leaves
changed colour and fallen off the trees
when I found myself
standing in the snow on the beach
the year like me gets older
winter gathers on my head and face
and as I look over my shoulder
the summer sun slowly fades away
on another hot summer day
the seasons change so quickly
its hard to remember which it is
so many seasons gone by
some sealed with a kiss
and some gave us reason to cry
seems that's all we have though
the pastel, freshness and new beginnings of spring
flamboyant, bright, hot, bold days of summer
the earthy, cool, serene, crispness of autumn
extreme, icy, cold, our deep sleeps of winter
take your pick and call it your own
the seasons are yours to enjoy
as the reasons are yours to employ

Life has no meaning

OIL IN OUR WATER
FISH NOWHERE TO BE FOUND
THE MODERN DAY MURDERER
SEEPS POISON INTO THE GROUND

FOSSIL FUEL EMISSIONS
HANG HEAVY IN THE AIR
BLATANT SIGNS OF WASTEFULNESS
AND DECADENCE EVERYWHERE

TOXIC WASTE STORED AND DUMPED EVERYWHERE
BIGGER ENGINES AND BIGGER CARS
PUMP EVEN MORE POISON INTO OUR AIR
DO WE REALLY NEED WHAT WE HAVE
AND DO WE EVEN CARE

THE ANSWERS ARE SIMPLE
AND THE SOLUTIONS THE SAME
WE DID THIS TO OURSELVES
LET'S TRY THIS ONCE AGAIN

THE FARMERS PLIGHT, THE WORKING CLASS
LESS FOOD THAN MOUTHS TO FEED
OUR CHILDREN, OUR PEOPLE ONE AND ALL
SUFFER FOR MANKIND’S GREED TO SUCCEED

THE WARS OVER SEAS THAT NOBODY SEES
PICTURES AND STORIES BEYOND BELIEF
OF TORTURE, DEATH AND GRIEF
DESENSITIZING US MORE EVERY DAY
AND OUR COMPASSION BEGINS TO FADE AWAY

THE KILLING FIELDS, OUR OWN PEACEFUL TOWNS
RAVAGED BY FEAR, DEATH AND PAIN
HELD HOSTAGES ARE WE, NEVER TO BE SET FREE
FROM THE CLUTCHES OF GREED'S BLOODY REIGN

OUR PURPOSE IN LIFE HAS NO MEANING
THOUGH WE ALL TRY HARD TO BELIEVE
BUT THE TRICK IS NOT TRYING, IT’S LIVING
TO GIVE EACH LIFE MEANING
BEFORE WE HAVE TO LEAVE

THERE'S NO SECRET TO OUR FUTURE
IT SHINES BRIGHTLY THROUGH ALL OF THIS
GET RID OF OPPRESSION AND DISCRIMINATION
EQUALITY FOR ONE AND ALL
TEAR DOWN ALL BOUNDARIES AND BORDERS
EVERY FENCE AND EVERY WALL

ONE PEOPLE, ONE CAUSE
ONE WORLD, ONE NATION

THE UNIVERSE WILL BEAR ITS SOUL TO US
ONE PEOPLE WITH ONE GOAL IN TRUST
TO GO FORTH INTO THE REALM OF DARKNESS
AND THE UNKNOWN
BRINGING THE LIGHT OF PROSPERITY FOR ALL
AND MAKING THE WHOLE WORLD OUR HOME

IT'S A DREAM I HAVE
I HOPE SOMEDAY WILL COME TRUE
WITH A PEACEFUL COEXISTENCE FOR
THEM, US AND YOU.

thoughts

Life is useless from beginning to end
With spasms and pain it begins
With pain and spasms it ends
Nothing more than a hot flash
in cold, cold world
Life is useless from beginning to end
Let us save our breath
For what is breath after all
But the beginning and the end
For breath delivers our first cry
And steals our last word
Life is useless from beginning to end

From here I have watched you
As you walked along the side of the street
where the light slices into the darkness
Silence follows you
Everything else is left behind
Your voice echoes
Your promise is a song
Your memory is sad

Who is the potter I say
Where is the pot
And where is the clay
His work's unfinished
Has he gone for the day
Just for today
From the belly of the Earth
came the clay
Came the clay he used
on that day
Listen in the evening
Listen and pray
That all will be well
in the morrow day
Who is the potter I say
Where is the pot
And where is the clay

Let injury heal
Let doubt find faith
Let there be hope in despair
let sadness become joy
Let love rule over hate
And let there be peace on Earth

thought # 999

If there was a button to push
If there were a button to push
To make it all go away
It there were a button to push
I'd push it today

With the flick of a switch
It's a brand new day
And all my pain fades away
I'm not a quitter
I can take it
I'm not a faker
I will make it
If there were a time to end it
If ever a day came to end it
To end it all and start over
Today was that day for me
I opened my eyes as usual
I took a deep breath as usual
I felt the pain as usual
I cried as usual
I tried as usual
I stood and cried
I thought my next move
I cried
I focused on the best of me
On the best parts of my life
My kids and my wife
I cried
The weight of my burden
Is too much
It's too much to carry
The guilt kills me slowly
I have become a job
I have become the thought
The special consideration
Not the vision I had
Not the vision I had
My future seems painfully bleak
One day passes like a week
The times I felt good are gone
I felt them as hard as I could
I lived my life accordingly
I did my best to be me
The times I felt good are gone
Will they ever come back
Will I ever break free
of the pain that bends
binds and chokes me
The pills I take seem dandy
like grown up candy
Some to sleep and eat
and take the pain away
and even some that make you randy
With the flick of a switch
It's a brand new day
I'm ten again and eating candy
No wait I'm sixteen
with a girl named Mandy
Life was good before the pain
I wish I could feel like that again
Pain is such a powerful motivation
It can crumble your mind and body
Pain can make you think and do things
you never thought or did before
Lash out in anger without concern
Expecting all to be normal
When your normal thoughts return
I can't function or concentrate
The pain is so bad I can't wait
To take more pills and medicate
My mind is a blender
filled with medicine and love
I've been upset
I've been lonely
I've been depressed
I've all those things enough
Enough to consider ending it
Suicide is such an awful thing
It's full of uncertainty
It's full of emptiness
I'm sure it's full
full of all the things
we want to escape
or is it wait
but that's the thing
you can't wait
there's is no second chance
Once done it's done
and there's no where to hide anymore
you are an open book
That is if you care
but if it were me
I'd clean up my closets
before heading there
So much to do
So many thoughts
Until I think about you
My love is dying for you
everyday crying for you
Then I think about this life
I have with you
It's never boring
when I'm in your arms
when I hear their voices
I know I'm near nirvana
at least what it is for me
I can't speak or think
as the pain moves
back in on me
but I know exactly
where I want to be
But being trapped
in this body
in this chair
in this house
unable to disable
what disables me

If there was a button to push
If there were a button to push
To make it all go away
It there were a button to push
I'd push it today

Thought # 127

Time passes presently
The present becomes the past
Neither past time
Nor
Future time
Like present time
Will last
Time keeps on ticking
Every day
Till today becomes yesterday
And that the day before
Once again making tomorrow today
Just like the day before…

AD&G

Alcohol, drugs and guns
Always the same stories
All of them are true
All we need is somewhere to go
Gimme something to hold onto
Something else to hold onto
Something different
Something new
All the kids in the neighbourhood
Though some are bad
They all are good
They all are good at something
Everybody is
They have Mothers and Fathers
Brothers and Sisters
Just like me and you
We all do
Everyone has someone
Needs someone
To say I love you to
Alcohol, drugs and guns
Always the same stories
All of them are true
All we need is somewhere to go
Gimme something to hold onto
Something else to hold onto
Something different
Something new
When I was a kid
I had fun growing up
I played
Just like all the other kids did
I played just like everyone
has played
I used guns
and bayonets with long blades
and knives and hand grenades
and tents and nets like G.I.Joe
I played games of war
But they ended in peace
I played an explorer
Like Johnny Quest on TV
I explored the world
through my imagination
I discovered things
you wouldn't believe
Unless of course
there's always the chance
Alcohol, drugs and guns
Got in the way
Always the same stories
It wasn't me
All of them are true
I didn't do it
All we need is somewhere to go
I wasn't there
Gimme something to hold onto
it doesn't belong to me
Something else to hold onto
I didn't mean it
Something different
I'm sorry
Something new
I love you

Taken

When darkness took me
I left the sun and moon behind
It happened so quick
Travelling at that speed
I was blind
Snatched like a mouse in field
By an eagle flying
I never knew what hit me
Never saw it coming
I was blind
I felt the warmth of a light
But I never opened my eyes
In a breath it was gone
Darkness held me tight
I'd lost all track of time
Or even what it means
In a fraction of a millisecond
I heard a trillion screams
We moved through the in betweens
We were past imagination
I tried to open my eyes
I was blind
But I felt the presence
Of everything I'd ever lost
Everything taken away from me
Somehow it felt right
It all seemed to fit
All that had happened doesn't matter
Everything glass began to shatter
I closed my eyes
I was blind
I felt a drop of troubled water
Drip upon my face
I felt it as it trickled down
And drip off my chin
Back into space
When I was a child
I almost drowned
That's how I learned to swim
I got tossed in
I took one on the chin
When I was an older child
I almost overdosed
On the basement floor
I looked down and saw myself
I'd never seem me in that way
That's how I learned to love
I was brought back that day
Then again in a car
When we hadn't driven far
When it happened yet again
My friends were saved
And so was I
I lived to tell
I don't know why
But I was brought back
That day as well
Life is strange like that
You have friends
People you know
And people you never see
Until it's time to go
Seems they all show up together
At the same time and place
As you drip like troubled water
Back into space

To start the day

Its rush hour
The streets are filled with people
Rushing here and there
But for me the streets are empty
There’s no one there to care
I am lonely in crowd
I always pray for rain
To hide the tears I cry for you again
To hide the tears I cry thinking of you
again
May the crack of dawn embrace me
Warm my heart and soul
May the first thing that I see
Be the beauty of your face
As a gentle breeze blows through your hair
I smell the ocean there
Your perfect skin so soft and smooth
Your silhouette on the wall
The way you move
Just a few things to start the day
Those special things just like you
Take my breath away.

Alone

Its rush hour
The streets are filled with people
Rushing here and there
But for me the streets are empty
There’s no one there to care
I am lonely in crowd
I always pray for rain
To hide the tears I cry for you again
To hide the tears I cry thinking of you
Again
May the crack of dawn embrace me
Warm my heart and soul
May the first thing that I see
Be the beauty of your face
A gentle breeze blows through your hair
I smell the ocean there
Your perfect skin so soft and smooth
Your silhouette on the wall
The way you move
Just a few things to start the day
Those special things
Take my breath away

Nirvana

It’s fundamental my dear friend
This will to live
This will I know
And this will we all have
This will, will soon show
That our constant strife
And our instinct to survive
Though insatiable
Will not keep us alive
Unlike the seed we sow
Which lay fertile
Soon to grow
The will we have
In harvest
Yields only
Suffering and pain
To show for
The love we have
For the will to live
And the life we live
To die
Let music fill the air
Portraits
Landscapes
Graffiti everywhere
Seems like we are happiest
With tragedy
Tragedy and despair
The path winds on forever
Unfolding what lies ahead
Showing us the way there
The way
To a place
A place where no earth
No water
No fire nor wind exists
A place where the mind and soul
Are equal
Are one
No dimension
No thing here
No thing there
No thing to see or feel
No thing to care
No reason
No rhyme or logic
No consciousness
No tragedy
Or despair
A place without foundation
With never the same road to there
It is the beginning
It is the end
It is birth and
Reincarnation
It is death
No earth
No moon
No sun
Freedom
Experienced immediately
Crystal clear vision and wisdom
It is neither here nor there
Neither heaven nor hell
Welcome to Nirvana
The un for all
Everything for everyone
And nothing for all.

Silence

Silence is golden
Yes it's true
But words,
the right words
Can be the same too
Silence can just as easily
make you blue
Especially if it follows
I love you
To say words,
the right words
Can be hard to do
But after the silence
Those words
will come to you
At times it's best
to bite your tongue
When words fly out
like bullets from a gun
Can the pain be undone
The simplest of words
can hurt so much
Somethings are simply
too hot to touch
Silence is golden
Yes it's true...

I love you

It used to be

It used to be much different for me
and I'm sure for you too
It used to be much different for me
I'm not sure why
But I know it was right
When I was asked and didn't hear
I said excuse me not what
When I needed by I said pardon me
instead of shoving
It used to be much different for me
I never had to be asked or told twice
I was always polite, I was always nice
I never made my parents wait
or late
It used to be much different for me
and I'm sure for you too
Times were different sure it's true
But a fact's a fact and remains that
And I'm sure that you'll agree
Things are not what they used to be
Take a look around you
Tell me what you see
Do you see people giving up
seats to the elderly
or pregnant
I don't
Do you hear kind words
words of praise or prayer
I don't
Do you find doors and windows
open wide
Do you see people walking
freely outside
I don't
It's sad what we've done
what we've become
We are each to blame
We each share the shame
For it begins somewhere
And it all begins in the home
We are all subject to environment
We can only see what we are shown
Until we are grown
That's not fate
It's the way that it is
I just hope it's not to late
It used to be much different for me
and I'm sure for you too
If I can change today
Even just for one day
Then so can you
and change someone close to you
and they can change someone too
I believe in me, sometimes I do
We all must believe in each other
and in in what we do
The future is ours regardless
But how we get there
Is up to me and you

Mohamed, Allah or Jesus man
Anyway to get there
Anyway you can
I never seen so many
The flock is huge
What a great turnout
Rally together or
rally as one
Either way
fight the good fight
Salvation isn't free
Brothers and sisters
Lie dead
Who once danced with me
Mohamed, Allah or Jesus man
I can't think
of a better reason man
Can you
The problem is though
The difference that lies in
Not God Almighty that is
believed in
But rather in the believer
Mohamed, Allah or Jesus man
Anyway you get there
Anyway you can
Be the price what may
Be it another man

I am no more educated
than any other man
But I know my God
My God would not approve
The taking of life
Taking life of any form
Let alone another man
My God accepts no donations
No sacrifices
Has no army to feed
My God has no humanly need
There is no talk about virgins
There is no reward
My God has no need
For whatever you may think
No food or anything to drink
Religion is a term made by man
To keep the herd in order
To keep themselves in demand
My God is the spirit
That is in every living thing
The spirit that connects man

Mohamed, Allah or Jesus man
Believe in what you believe in
But let it stop at that
Leave the violence
Leave hate behind you
Regardless what happened before
History is beyond our control
Let man renew
Let history begin today
Wash our cares
Put our differences away
God bless us all...

Stop acting in the name of the Lord
Stop saying things that he never said
Stop making false replicas of his being
Stop killing he would not approve
Stop following and do his work yourself
And perhaps God will bless us all.

We all go through tough times or moments, times when we are really not happy. Times like these are when we make most of our relationship mistakes, be it with family or friends. When we are down and out we are like cornered animals, we become unpredictable. Irrational thoughts or ideas become larger than life and can even seen totally logical at the time. Hopefully things like this can be prevented by sharing experiences but unfortunately most of us think we know better. Take it from me, sometimes it's better not to speak or voice your opinion. The trick is to know when to be quiet and when not to. As I mature, like a fine whiskey, I have learned that you can be involved by simply listening and believe me there's a ton of things to be learned by listening. Then once you have a good idea as to what you might be commenting on, you can decide whether or not you wish to partake in said conversation. Most of the time you will find yourself amazed at what you learned and astounded that you never said a word. After a while you will find people see you and talk to you in a different way. People respect a reserved manner or persona if you will. When you're out and about with your wife or girl and come across loud group of people I guarantee that she will want to avoid contact. However if the same group were reserved in so far as their behaviour then contact or mingling would not pose a problem. No one likes a loud, boisterous, self-centered and opinionated person, and we all go out of our way to avoid them. So what I'm trying to say is, if it's not okay for someone else to be that way then why would it be okay to be that way yourself with someone be they a loved one or friend or even a perfect stranger?
We are all guilty of hypocrisy when it comes to those we care about most.
Sometimes it's saying the simplest of things or even just one word that hurts.
Words can cut like a knife, the pain going deeper than a flesh wound, straight into the heart. I am guilty of this myself, not realizing that the stupid words I used as a belittling poke hurt more than anything physical I could have done. I now spend the rest of my life regretting the unchangeable.
I see visions of me with other people, lots of people. Some I will never ever see again, but many of whom I still have a relationship with, family and friends.
I have days when I sit and think about one thing I said to someone and then the flood gates open and suddenly I am sitting totally overcome by the influx of thoughts and moments, words and emotions, some regretful some not. But they weigh heavy on me and I am a suck, especially when it comes to pain and sadness both of which I have a lot of in my life. So once I start the process it usually ends with a bang.
I am a depressed, not sure exactly what that means but I am. I am sad as opposed to happy most of the time, unless I'm with someone. For me being alone affords too much time to think ad if I spend too many hours or days I easily fall into a thinking depression. I wouldn't say a dangerous depression, I don't have thoughts about suicide or anything, but I do think about death.
These are the thinking times I dislike the most because the only way to escape is to sleep, and sleep don't come easy when you're thinking so hard your head hurts. I have many bad thoughts and feelings that haunt me and I try hard to remain focused and in control. Don't get me wrong I am no more deviant or perverted than you, I simply have many regrets that's all and times I wish I could have done or said something different. These are the exact times I am referring to when I mentioned earlier about listening, I should have listened. Instead of talking and becoming the focal point and problem, I could have possibly been the solution simply by listening. I listen much better these days and feel a much more positive reaction from those around me. It is not easy to be a gentleman all the time but it certainly is well worth the effort the remainder of the time.
When I think about death I think about those whom I have lost to death, I think about death in regards to those I love and care about and of course about me. I am an optimist when it comes to death though. I am not a religious person but I consider myself a very spiritual person. I believe in some sort of after life as in reincarnation of sorts perhaps. I believe in karma, reap what you sow, an eye for an eye. I pray to God if you will, my version or what I believe God to be. My God did not create you and I nor the earth and all her flora and fauna. He/She was part of that creation and is part of every living plant and animal since the dawn of time in so far as I perceive God as the energy that connects all living things. When a living thing dies or ceases to exist it's life energy does not die but rather is returned to its origin within God or the energy that is God. Therefore when I say I believe in reincarnation I mean that our living energy never dies but is rather reused for lack of a better term in another life form or several since your energy is part of God's energy pool if you will. Therefore it is highly unlikely that once your energy is reclaimed that you will be aware of any of what is happening, since your person or being died along with your outer shell or body. I believe we are all equal and that includes plants and animals. Each and every living thing no matter how large or small has an energy form and is linked in one way or another to us as human beings. The problem is somewhere along the way we stopped being what we say we are and that is human. The term human has a long history and is a Middle English version of an Old French term humain which came from the Latin term hūmānus, or homō "man", or earthly being. If you think in a religiously founded mind you have a limited time frame with which to reason with, in some cases only a mere 2000 years and in others 10,000 years, but either way you are selling other earth and spirituality short by many millions of years. Before there was religion there was superstition, the supernatural, fear of the unknown, respect for the earth, and a spiritual connection to earth and all living things. Spirituality is as old mankind itself. It was curiosity that lead to deceit and greed which turned into religion with the use of fear. As long as there are weak people or sheep to be lead there will be religious power and bloodshed. I do not believe that even if there were to be a God as so many religions claim, I do not believe that he/she would need money or any contributions from those who pray to him/her and he/she would not want any of his subjects to bow at his knees. No God would truly expect these sort of man-made worshipping practices. The only thing I believe that any sort of God would expect is that we all live in peace and harmony, helping one another in whatever way we can, by respecting one another, by waging peace on war, by giving love and making love, by showing equality amongst all races and believers. A God who does not or care what house you pray in or how it is adorned regardless of how ornate or simple. A God who does not care how rich or poor you are, whether you are man or woman, a farmer or a king. A God who does not want nor care about your praise of him. A God who cannot talk or hear, who cannot be seen or felt. A God that exists with or without us. But a God who cannot so without us, for we are the energy that make him who and what he/she is, for without all of us he would not be. Sounds self serving, perhaps, but I believe in love not war and making peace and getting along. I find I have little to offer but tons to share. Few opinions but many experiences.

How I Feel

When I see my Mom
I feel like a kid
When I see my Dad
I feel like a kid
again
I feel like a kid
I feel like a kid
again
When I hear my Mom
I feel love
When I hear my Dad
I feel safe
I feel that way
I feel loved and safe
I feel that way
I feel that way
When I think of my Oma
I feel so good
I feel like someone cares
I feel like someone listens
I feel that way
I feel that way
When my kids see me
They can feel all that I feel
I am theirs
I am real
To feel what I feel
To feel what is real
When I see...

On Guard for Thee

I STRUGGLE WITH DEMONS DAILY
SOME ARE STRANGE AND NEW TO ME
BUT MOST OF THEM I KNOW
SINCE THEY BELONG TO ME
THE WAY IN WHICH I DEAL WITH THEM
DIFFERS FROM ONE MOMENT TO THE NEXT
IT ALL DEPENDS ON MY STATE OF MIND
UPON MY WEAKNESSES AND STRENGTHS
IT SEEMS TO WORK ODDLY ENOUGH
WITH DEMONS AND DEVILS IN MY MIND
BUT THE HARDEST THING OF ALL I FIND
IS TO BATTLE THEM WHILST IN THE COMPANY
OF ANGELS IN MY MIND
THE SOFTEST AND KINDEST OF HEARTS
THE SWEETNESS AND UNDERSTANDING
THAT DISTRACTS ME
AND THE BATTLE BEGINS
I TELL AT TIMES I DON’T WANT TO BE ME
RESERVED, STAGNANT IN THE PRESENCE OF EVIL
YET SO BOLD AND OUTSPOKEN WITH THOSE WHO TRULY CARE
BOGGED DOWN, WATERLOGGED FROM NO WEIGHT BUT MY OWN
MY OWN CONSCIENCE AND SINS
I SOON FIND
MY ONLY OPPONENT
TO BE MY OWN MIND
OBSCURED BY THE FOG OF THE FIGHT
I FEEL REALITY KICK IN, SUCH A BIG BITE
THE WOUND PARTS WIDER
THOUGH NO BLOOD OR FLESH EVER SHOWS
THE SCAR THAT REMAINS GOUGED OUT
THE TOLL AND ITS PRICE PAID IN FULL
LEAVING BEHIND ONLY NIGHTMARES OF WHAT HAS NOT COME
CONDUCIVE TO SELF-DESTRUCTION
WORDS SPOKEN WITHOUT DIRECTION
RICOCHET BY UNCONSCIOUS DEFLECTION
STRIKING DIRECTLY AND WITH PAINFUL ACCURACY
BUT WORDS ARE JUST WORDS
THOUGHTS ARE JUST THOUGHTS
IT’S THE LIPS AND THE MIND THAT TRULY OUGHT TO SCARE US ALL
SO WHILE YOU SLEEP AND DREAM TONIGHT
I STAND GUARD
I STAND OVER YOU, YOUR THOUGHTS, YOUR FEELINGS AND YOUR MIND
I SPEAK TO GHOSTS
I FACT I SPEAK TO MINE
THE WORLD IS TROUBLED
DOES ANYONE ELSE CARE
WHO STANDS ON GUARD FOR ME
WHO STANDS ON GUARD WHEN I SLEEP
WHO WILL AWAKEN SHOULD I FALL ASLEEP
THE FUTURE LOOKS MUCH BRIGHTER THOUGH
AT LEAST AT THIS MOMENT, WHERE I STAND
IF YOU SHOULD CARE
ONCE ALL THE PAIN HAS BEEN GIVEN
SLEEP IS ALL YOU GET
SO SLEEP WELL
ANGER AND SHAME ARE THE LESSONS OF THE DAY
I COULD GIVE UP
BUT NOT TODAY
FROM THE HOLLOW SO DEEP INSIDE ME
COMES THE TEMPEST OF YOUR LOVE
CHANGING LIKE THE SEASONS
EACH EBBING AND FLOWING
I WEAR THE NAME OF YOUR DESCRIPTION
PURE, WHITE AND FROM ABOVE
THOUGH I DRINK FROM THE CHALICE OF SIN
TAKING ALL OF IT’S DROWNING NECTAR AS IT POURS IN
SLEEP TIGHT
FOR
I STAND ON GUARD FOR THEE.

Down Below

It pulls me down
It takes me below
To the basement
Of the world
We know
How far to go
I’m not sure
I’ll send you as note
So
When it pulls you down
It takes you below
To the basement
Of the world
We know
You’ll know
Just how far to go
So you can send a note
So
When it pulls you down
It takes you below
To the basement
Of the world
We know
You’ll know when you get there
How far to go
Because once you get there
You’ll know
That I’m pulling you down
Taking you below
To the basement
Of the world we know
The only place I know
Under the world
The world that we know
Because it has pulled me
Down below
It’s pulled me
And now it wants you
Too
Down below

All I know

It was a cold crisp night
The winter night was aglow
The moon was eclipsing
Looking like a bright orange
Dangling in the sky
I never take the time to look
To enjoy
To wonder why
My pain is all I know
It may be cold and crisp
It may be warm and dry
Still
I never take the time to look
To enjoy
Or ever wonder why
My pain is all I know
At times surrounded by beauty
I never blink an eye
I never smell the flowers
I pass as I walk by
I never take the time to look
To enjoy
Or to wonder why
My pain is all I know
Although sometimes I try
I never take the time to look
To enjoy
Or ever wonder why
My pain is all I know
No matter how hard I try
My pain is all I’ll ever know
Until the day I die.

Who is the potter

Who is the potter I say
Where is the pot and clay
His work's unfinished
Has he gone away
Just for today
From the belly of the earth
Came his clay
The clay he used on that day
Listen in the evening and pray
That all will be well in the morrow day
Who is the potter I say
Where is the pot and clay