My life is a myriad of songs and smells
They take me home to sweet Virginia
When I’ve been so far away
I imagine leaves beginning to fall
A wagon wheel on a country road
My heart never stops singing
When I think of sweet Virginia
I’m at home
With a pretty woman in my arms
And a light chill in the air
We’ll start a fire
By the light of a match
The smell of coffee and dark beer
They transport me to sweet Virginia
I’ll always be at home
Contemplating the sultry gifts in life
As my sweet southern Virginia
Makes her faint of season
With leaves of many colors
Red, and yellow, gold and bright
The smell of wood burning
On a cool autumn night
Old Virginia lights my fire
The sights and smells take me higher
No matter how far I travel
What sights I see
I’ll always return to sweet Virginia
Here I’m home
A place I rather like to be
Friday, December 16, 2011
Friday, September 30, 2011
Thirsty Astronaut's Flight
On a good night I look up
Into the dotted backdrop of eternal ambition
The backdrop of my ever wandering, ever reaching mind
So many pin tips of brilliant light
Why are we so certain?
To reach for the next sight
We made it to the moon
Once foot was placed we sung
Someday we’ll shoot to Mars
We never can say we’ve won
There’s a man in the mirror
Not sure I like his face
But the more I look nearer
I know what’s in his gaze
The thirst is everlasting
Some new direction to be steered
Everyday we ride our bulls
And frequently we’re thrown
Can’t ever let that stop us
You just get back on
And ride it home
What am I looking for?
Why do I write this song?
I know where my end lies
I won’t be here for long
Behind every curtain a new quest
Somehow we never stop
Behind every triumph some new test
What’s the reason for our scurry?
Why do we run like mice?
Every moment is so fleeting
No time to live it twice
This myriad seems a dying man’s maze
Will he find cheese at the end of this race?
Ask me why I already know my answer
I’ll be standing at heaven’s gates
While some hope this life of half quenched thirst
Will not have been a waste
Into the dotted backdrop of eternal ambition
The backdrop of my ever wandering, ever reaching mind
So many pin tips of brilliant light
Why are we so certain?
To reach for the next sight
We made it to the moon
Once foot was placed we sung
Someday we’ll shoot to Mars
We never can say we’ve won
There’s a man in the mirror
Not sure I like his face
But the more I look nearer
I know what’s in his gaze
The thirst is everlasting
Some new direction to be steered
Everyday we ride our bulls
And frequently we’re thrown
Can’t ever let that stop us
You just get back on
And ride it home
What am I looking for?
Why do I write this song?
I know where my end lies
I won’t be here for long
Behind every curtain a new quest
Somehow we never stop
Behind every triumph some new test
What’s the reason for our scurry?
Why do we run like mice?
Every moment is so fleeting
No time to live it twice
This myriad seems a dying man’s maze
Will he find cheese at the end of this race?
Ask me why I already know my answer
I’ll be standing at heaven’s gates
While some hope this life of half quenched thirst
Will not have been a waste
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Freedom Trap
The Elephant’s horse and the wounded man’s leg
The problem we see here is we’re split by a hedge
The ant can’t see the thumb that’s been holding him down
Not even as he feels it crushing him into the ground
Skyscrapers don’t keep the wolves at bay
Even if the sheep are far and away
The black bear has crawled up the last apple tree
He’s eaten all the fruit for miles to see
Let’s go find a grove and settle down
Somewhere far away, not to be found
Is there such a place where the wild still roam?
No it is true the Eagle can still reach you by phone
The cat scratched the door till he got out
Now the bathroom’s open he’s still trapped in a house
We live our lives in freedom and this is what we believe
Not much different than a mouse, we’re caught in a dream
The world says you get what you deserve
So why do the good men get the bullets and the burns?
The problem we see here is we’re split by a hedge
The ant can’t see the thumb that’s been holding him down
Not even as he feels it crushing him into the ground
Skyscrapers don’t keep the wolves at bay
Even if the sheep are far and away
The black bear has crawled up the last apple tree
He’s eaten all the fruit for miles to see
Let’s go find a grove and settle down
Somewhere far away, not to be found
Is there such a place where the wild still roam?
No it is true the Eagle can still reach you by phone
The cat scratched the door till he got out
Now the bathroom’s open he’s still trapped in a house
We live our lives in freedom and this is what we believe
Not much different than a mouse, we’re caught in a dream
The world says you get what you deserve
So why do the good men get the bullets and the burns?
Friday, September 2, 2011
Coffee
I started my day like any other day as I remember them from my college years. I got up, showered, and made myself a cup of coffee with my French press. As I was stirring the grounds into the hot water, I was trying to remember what I had due in my classes. Beginning to realize that I had no recollection of the day before, I thought to myself, “this is strange.” I shrugged it off as I submerged the plunger and pushed the grounds to the bottom of the carafe. It was an odd feeling, but I somehow figured I must have had some deep dreams the night before and my mind just hadn’t caught up to reality yet. So I poured my coffee into my favorite mug and sat down to check the news and drink my joe before heading off to campus. As I was sitting there sipping on my coffee, I couldn’t help but think, “why can’t I remember what was going on in my classes?” It was a bizarre feeling, and I was kind of freaking out a little.
I finished my coffee and it was time to go, so I went to the sink and placed my empty cup on top of the pile of dishes that my flat-mate still hadn’t gotten to. “I’m going to have to remind him again,” I told myself out loud in an agitated tone as I grabbed my keys and my bag and headed for the door. On the way to campus I continued to try and conjure up any memory of the day before, or even the semester, but with no luck.
As I headed up the steps of Jackson Hall, I marveled that I actually knew where my classes were… it was odd that I hadn’t forgotten that. I rounded the corner and opened the door, just in time, a minute more and I would have been late. It was a small class and the professor had a real distaste for students who show up late. I headed towards my seat, but something wasn’t right, there was a girl in my seat, and she wasn’t a familiar face. I looked around and realized the only familiar face was the teacher’s, I didn’t know any of these students. I started to apologize to the professor, “I must have the wrong day. I have your class tomorrow, don’t I?” He looked at me with a bewildered face and said, “Son, I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’ve never seen you in my life, now if you’ll excuse me I’ve got a lecture I’m about to start so I’d appreciate if you would clear out of my classroom.” I was shocked, didn’t know how to reply, “What? Surely you know me, I’ve had five classes with you over the last two years,” I exclaimed in a frantic tone. “I don’t know what kind of joke this is, but I don’t have time for it, please get out, this is a classroom and we are on a schedule here.” I turned and made a dash for the door, but as I lunged into it to push it open, it didn’t budge and I ran right into it. I smacked my head hard on the solid wood door and fell to the ground with a thud as everything went black.
An instant later I woke up with a start. The flight stewardess asked me if I wanted anything to drink. I looked at her with a confused face blinking a few times. She started to turn away towards the other side of the plane just as I recalled her attention, “I’d like a cup of coffee.”
I finished my coffee and it was time to go, so I went to the sink and placed my empty cup on top of the pile of dishes that my flat-mate still hadn’t gotten to. “I’m going to have to remind him again,” I told myself out loud in an agitated tone as I grabbed my keys and my bag and headed for the door. On the way to campus I continued to try and conjure up any memory of the day before, or even the semester, but with no luck.
As I headed up the steps of Jackson Hall, I marveled that I actually knew where my classes were… it was odd that I hadn’t forgotten that. I rounded the corner and opened the door, just in time, a minute more and I would have been late. It was a small class and the professor had a real distaste for students who show up late. I headed towards my seat, but something wasn’t right, there was a girl in my seat, and she wasn’t a familiar face. I looked around and realized the only familiar face was the teacher’s, I didn’t know any of these students. I started to apologize to the professor, “I must have the wrong day. I have your class tomorrow, don’t I?” He looked at me with a bewildered face and said, “Son, I don’t know what you’re talking about, I’ve never seen you in my life, now if you’ll excuse me I’ve got a lecture I’m about to start so I’d appreciate if you would clear out of my classroom.” I was shocked, didn’t know how to reply, “What? Surely you know me, I’ve had five classes with you over the last two years,” I exclaimed in a frantic tone. “I don’t know what kind of joke this is, but I don’t have time for it, please get out, this is a classroom and we are on a schedule here.” I turned and made a dash for the door, but as I lunged into it to push it open, it didn’t budge and I ran right into it. I smacked my head hard on the solid wood door and fell to the ground with a thud as everything went black.
An instant later I woke up with a start. The flight stewardess asked me if I wanted anything to drink. I looked at her with a confused face blinking a few times. She started to turn away towards the other side of the plane just as I recalled her attention, “I’d like a cup of coffee.”
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Peace of mind
A mans reflection
Restless companion
The Interstate Highway
Death is always
Don’t look back
Focus can’t be flawless
Every opportunity
A chance to smile
The day that's brand new
Doesn’t dig a grave
Do yourself a favor
Sleep like a stone
And live while your alive
Restless companion
The Interstate Highway
Death is always
Don’t look back
Focus can’t be flawless
Every opportunity
A chance to smile
The day that's brand new
Doesn’t dig a grave
Do yourself a favor
Sleep like a stone
And live while your alive
Sunday, August 21, 2011
Departure Series #2 Rabbit Life
The rabbit hops
The dead man hopes
He's living still
But does he know
We don't know
If he'll ever know
This world spins
We walk around
Might as well hop
For the only life
We'll ever live
Rather than walk
Through dead man's eyes
The dead man hopes
He's living still
But does he know
We don't know
If he'll ever know
This world spins
We walk around
Might as well hop
For the only life
We'll ever live
Rather than walk
Through dead man's eyes
Passion Points Down
Why is it I'm always addicted
To the songs they leave behind
Why am I still addicted
To those prying eyes
Those windows to the soul
Awaken passion in mine
Only to see it wasted
On those deceptive highs
Those deceptive highs
Found in those prying eyes
To the songs they leave behind
Why am I still addicted
To those prying eyes
Those windows to the soul
Awaken passion in mine
Only to see it wasted
On those deceptive highs
Those deceptive highs
Found in those prying eyes
Friday, August 19, 2011
The Downward Sun
I find my life is changing fast
The man in the window
Now it's not me
I just hope for something good to last
I walked that lonely road
No need to walk it again
But I might have missed
The ride to freedom
Didn't catch the last train out
Somewhere between
Love and misery
Not the best place to be
Teetering on the edge of depression
The things I thought I knew
Tales told from high tide
The things I thought I knew
Just wait till the waters roll back
And lunacy pulls me into the sea
Then you'll see what really is
That choice I thought would be
Not sure is this even me
The man in the window
Now it's not me
I just hope for something good to last
I walked that lonely road
No need to walk it again
But I might have missed
The ride to freedom
Didn't catch the last train out
Somewhere between
Love and misery
Not the best place to be
Teetering on the edge of depression
The things I thought I knew
Tales told from high tide
The things I thought I knew
Just wait till the waters roll back
And lunacy pulls me into the sea
Then you'll see what really is
That choice I thought would be
Not sure is this even me
Sunday, July 31, 2011
Garden Soul
When I read the words you have written on these rustic pages
I can’t help but feel myself being transported
Into a secret place, as I enter I feel you
The ground pulses as my heart beats, it feels so similar
I feel the words as they have consumed this place
Seeds planted in the dirt, yes there is lots of dirt
It is a dirty place, with patches of darkness, there are these ugly trees
They are all gnarled with a dark sap dripping down them and deep infected wounds
But in the center, off in the distance, there is a very large flower
It looks like an exotic lily of some kind…
It is so beautiful its color radiates through this entire enclave of life and soul
Can you feel it?
There is pain in this place, deep hurt, and yet I see hope as well
I begin walking through, looking around
There are little plants peaking up through the dark, dirty soil
There seems to be growth all over the ground, soybeans I think
They are well rooted and there are little flowers too
They gather in patches here and there dotting the ground in a pretty white
It is a pure white, untouched, untainted; I look at them for a moment
It seems like they belong, like they’ve been here…
As I continue walking the soybeans seem alive
Though they cover the ground, they move to make way for my steps
Not just this but they seem to be guiding me
Moving ahead and showing the way…
I come to one of the patches of snowy white flowers
Noticing that some of the flowers lie wilted around the edge of the patch
But there is a wonderful fragrance wafting from this mound of petals
So I bend over and pick one, and as I hold it to my nose
I notice that more of them start to bloom the patch seems to spread a bit
I tell myself that it’s just my imagination and it can’t be…
But now the soybeans lead me on
They take me to another patch of flowers and as I walk up…
I notice that it’s covered in butterflies
That instant preceding my approach they all fly up into the air
They land on one of the trees
The tree begins to turn green; it comes alive and blooms before my eyes
Sending petals floating into the air on a breeze
The breeze passes my skin and I shiver a little, but it feels right
Fruit begins to form and one drops on the ground in front of me
I picked it up and took a bite…
It was a peach, the best peach I ever tasted
As the juices ran down my chin, I took a seat under the tree
I felt content, like I belonged there, a sense of joy came over me
Then a calm comfortable feeling swept around me like a blanket
I fell asleep under that tree, thinking to myself…
I could stay here forever… … I hope I do.
I can’t help but feel myself being transported
Into a secret place, as I enter I feel you
The ground pulses as my heart beats, it feels so similar
I feel the words as they have consumed this place
Seeds planted in the dirt, yes there is lots of dirt
It is a dirty place, with patches of darkness, there are these ugly trees
They are all gnarled with a dark sap dripping down them and deep infected wounds
But in the center, off in the distance, there is a very large flower
It looks like an exotic lily of some kind…
It is so beautiful its color radiates through this entire enclave of life and soul
Can you feel it?
There is pain in this place, deep hurt, and yet I see hope as well
I begin walking through, looking around
There are little plants peaking up through the dark, dirty soil
There seems to be growth all over the ground, soybeans I think
They are well rooted and there are little flowers too
They gather in patches here and there dotting the ground in a pretty white
It is a pure white, untouched, untainted; I look at them for a moment
It seems like they belong, like they’ve been here…
As I continue walking the soybeans seem alive
Though they cover the ground, they move to make way for my steps
Not just this but they seem to be guiding me
Moving ahead and showing the way…
I come to one of the patches of snowy white flowers
Noticing that some of the flowers lie wilted around the edge of the patch
But there is a wonderful fragrance wafting from this mound of petals
So I bend over and pick one, and as I hold it to my nose
I notice that more of them start to bloom the patch seems to spread a bit
I tell myself that it’s just my imagination and it can’t be…
But now the soybeans lead me on
They take me to another patch of flowers and as I walk up…
I notice that it’s covered in butterflies
That instant preceding my approach they all fly up into the air
They land on one of the trees
The tree begins to turn green; it comes alive and blooms before my eyes
Sending petals floating into the air on a breeze
The breeze passes my skin and I shiver a little, but it feels right
Fruit begins to form and one drops on the ground in front of me
I picked it up and took a bite…
It was a peach, the best peach I ever tasted
As the juices ran down my chin, I took a seat under the tree
I felt content, like I belonged there, a sense of joy came over me
Then a calm comfortable feeling swept around me like a blanket
I fell asleep under that tree, thinking to myself…
I could stay here forever… … I hope I do.
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Desirable Destination
Fight the primal
Calm the soul
Ask the Lord
To make me whole
When will I
Find my way
Hopefully before
Come judgment day
Will I find
The life I won’t lose
For so much time
The highs and lows
I don’t want to feel
Things down to my toes
I wanted to fly
But not like the crows
Constantly landing
Only to take off again
I’d rather sit down
Live life like a hen
Calm and Chaos
They both are plagues
Constantly switching
Making their trades
Are we destined
To find our equilibrium
Or do we just exist
For an age of delirium
I’ll continue to walk
The windy road
Hoping to find
Maybe a clearing
Or just a lightened load
Calm the soul
Ask the Lord
To make me whole
When will I
Find my way
Hopefully before
Come judgment day
Will I find
The life I won’t lose
For so much time
The highs and lows
I don’t want to feel
Things down to my toes
I wanted to fly
But not like the crows
Constantly landing
Only to take off again
I’d rather sit down
Live life like a hen
Calm and Chaos
They both are plagues
Constantly switching
Making their trades
Are we destined
To find our equilibrium
Or do we just exist
For an age of delirium
I’ll continue to walk
The windy road
Hoping to find
Maybe a clearing
Or just a lightened load
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Traveller
I’ve travelled all over the world
After all this time I should be more impressed
Instead I’m just waiting to go on
Just to fill my heavy chest
I had to go to the other side of the world
Just to find that the things I believe in
Are sitting there waiting right back at home
It’s a funny world you know
Each place has a feeling
As you meet others you bring your own
But you can’t help being impressed
By the differences you see
Now I know just what I want to be
The earth turns, dogs bark
The sun rises and then it goes
The sky is black the sky is bright
The other side of the world
Barely changes the sights
As I fly through the borders
The clouds break for many peaks
Some sights carry you high
Then you see things shrouded as well
On this earth, I’ve met demons with crosses
I’ve met drunken saints, and the reverse
But I still can’t shake… this life is no curse.
So I fly on, on to home
Remembering the world I loved to roam
There I'll stay, I've found my home
After all this time I should be more impressed
Instead I’m just waiting to go on
Just to fill my heavy chest
I had to go to the other side of the world
Just to find that the things I believe in
Are sitting there waiting right back at home
It’s a funny world you know
Each place has a feeling
As you meet others you bring your own
But you can’t help being impressed
By the differences you see
Now I know just what I want to be
The earth turns, dogs bark
The sun rises and then it goes
The sky is black the sky is bright
The other side of the world
Barely changes the sights
As I fly through the borders
The clouds break for many peaks
Some sights carry you high
Then you see things shrouded as well
On this earth, I’ve met demons with crosses
I’ve met drunken saints, and the reverse
But I still can’t shake… this life is no curse.
So I fly on, on to home
Remembering the world I loved to roam
There I'll stay, I've found my home
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Ruins in Paradise
A nation of Ruins, the people reflect
I won’t follow a life to be wrecked
Leave it behind says the voice in her ear
It was beautiful, then comes a shadow
The beat never stops even as people fall
Ruins, ruins, ruins, have we seen them all?
Some are buildings some are lives
From behind a smile, Athena’s ruin cries
Are we trapped in the temple, to turn to dust?
Has the soul fallen from strength and turned to lust?
What is important, the spirit in hand?
Or the one that drives to take a different stand?
Leave it behind let time bury it away
Maybe it’s better we aren’t here for excavation day
Just go out and party, sing and shout
Forget uniting, even if this must be the way out
It is paradise make no mistake
But careful this paradise your soul does not take
See the ruins, ghosts all around
Her course may be set, but is the direction sound?
I won’t follow a life to be wrecked
Leave it behind says the voice in her ear
It was beautiful, then comes a shadow
The beat never stops even as people fall
Ruins, ruins, ruins, have we seen them all?
Some are buildings some are lives
From behind a smile, Athena’s ruin cries
Are we trapped in the temple, to turn to dust?
Has the soul fallen from strength and turned to lust?
What is important, the spirit in hand?
Or the one that drives to take a different stand?
Leave it behind let time bury it away
Maybe it’s better we aren’t here for excavation day
Just go out and party, sing and shout
Forget uniting, even if this must be the way out
It is paradise make no mistake
But careful this paradise your soul does not take
See the ruins, ghosts all around
Her course may be set, but is the direction sound?
Tuesday, May 10, 2011
Departure Series #1: Hiding in Fantasy
Doing diligence on a walk with silence
Living a turtle in a dark forest
Hiding in your shell
Hiding in your shell
What would you sell
Your soul
To fall down to a diamond’s deal
To rise back out, poke your head out
But the world’s just too loud
Just to loud
Let’s just go now
Let’s just go now
Back down to that dark shell
Hide together in the myriad
The collection of lives kept in your soul
In your soul, In your soul
But we can’t go out
We’ll stay here
No we can’t go out
We’ll just stay here
Let’s drink a beer
And imagine
The days we’d like to see
But we’ll never be
Only live in a fantasy
Living a turtle in a dark forest
Hiding in your shell
Hiding in your shell
What would you sell
Your soul
To fall down to a diamond’s deal
To rise back out, poke your head out
But the world’s just too loud
Just to loud
Let’s just go now
Let’s just go now
Back down to that dark shell
Hide together in the myriad
The collection of lives kept in your soul
In your soul, In your soul
But we can’t go out
We’ll stay here
No we can’t go out
We’ll just stay here
Let’s drink a beer
And imagine
The days we’d like to see
But we’ll never be
Only live in a fantasy
Wednesday, April 13, 2011
Exploration of Kingship: We Are Sisyphus
Some rule their lives like a small kingdom
But can we be good rulers?
Or do we waste our resources
Plundering our potential
Maybe we supplant our own uprising
Does a man know how to rule?
Or does he defeat his own cause?
I know not the highest potential
Or how to spread my efforts
I have no strong tower
From which to view my kingdom
I think I’ll leave the ruling
To one who can view far and wide
A true ruler, over a great city
With streets paved in gold
This great King is wiser than I
He can see what I cannot
With his benevolent hand
He offers to raise my kingdom
To lift me out of obscurity and waste
To set me atop his high mountain
To build around me a great stronghold
And a tower that will bear light for all to see
But can we be good rulers?
Or do we waste our resources
Plundering our potential
Maybe we supplant our own uprising
Does a man know how to rule?
Or does he defeat his own cause?
I know not the highest potential
Or how to spread my efforts
I have no strong tower
From which to view my kingdom
I think I’ll leave the ruling
To one who can view far and wide
A true ruler, over a great city
With streets paved in gold
This great King is wiser than I
He can see what I cannot
With his benevolent hand
He offers to raise my kingdom
To lift me out of obscurity and waste
To set me atop his high mountain
To build around me a great stronghold
And a tower that will bear light for all to see
Monday, March 28, 2011
Maid of the Mar
A new occupation has consumed my senses
A damsel of particular imports and spark
A maid that might be called of the mar
As in fact she does live by the sea
Absolutely magnificent I find her
Her cheeks and eyes a beauty to see
It is of coarse an interesting marvel
That she resides on an opposite shore to me
This mermaid I speak of comes from mystery
She appeared of the berth of an old friend
Quite a marvelous mermaid I’ve found
As she shares the fine kinship with he
A man of laughter and loads of light
He is a man never shy to share a pint
They are both the best of people to find
Though it’s still a marvel the girl won’t leave my mind
This fish of sorts captures my senses still
I find her voice full of life and love
I cannot only but long for the day
That I fly to her much like a dove
If I am a man to have my way
Or even a frog I will jump to stay
Not on this side of the pond
No more exactly on that
The side that would put me by hers
Only because my beating chest
She forever stirs
A damsel of particular imports and spark
A maid that might be called of the mar
As in fact she does live by the sea
Absolutely magnificent I find her
Her cheeks and eyes a beauty to see
It is of coarse an interesting marvel
That she resides on an opposite shore to me
This mermaid I speak of comes from mystery
She appeared of the berth of an old friend
Quite a marvelous mermaid I’ve found
As she shares the fine kinship with he
A man of laughter and loads of light
He is a man never shy to share a pint
They are both the best of people to find
Though it’s still a marvel the girl won’t leave my mind
This fish of sorts captures my senses still
I find her voice full of life and love
I cannot only but long for the day
That I fly to her much like a dove
If I am a man to have my way
Or even a frog I will jump to stay
Not on this side of the pond
No more exactly on that
The side that would put me by hers
Only because my beating chest
She forever stirs
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Set My Sights
As I looked out on the sea today
The waters were oh so blue
And as I looked out I thought of you
You once walked on water they say
Sometimes I wish I could do the same
If only I was Peter, no I’m John
Still a name of thunder I don
I want this to mean something for me
I have a request for the son
Wash away the meaningless I see
I long for the day my journey’s begun
What a man am I
Oh no man am I
What a man am I
Oh no man am I
Make me a man
A man of God
There lies a mirror in front of me
The mirror’s character is not there
I only wish a reflection of thee
For this I never cease to stare
You were a man of lived devotion
You gave it all, all your attention
To pray, and live and love and die
In this you revealed your Godly intention
In Christ now, I want follow suit say I
Let us die, let us die
Then from our graves we will fly
What a man am I
Oh no man am I
What a man am I
Oh no man am I
Make me a man
A man of God
Help me to see the broken sod
The narrow road is winding down
I will follow the path you have trod
And soon we will hear your trumpet sound
I will be like the father I’ve found
We will hear his trumpet sound
Let us see his true life’s reflection
Even in this broken mirror
The broken mirror that lies on the ground
The waters were oh so blue
And as I looked out I thought of you
You once walked on water they say
Sometimes I wish I could do the same
If only I was Peter, no I’m John
Still a name of thunder I don
I want this to mean something for me
I have a request for the son
Wash away the meaningless I see
I long for the day my journey’s begun
What a man am I
Oh no man am I
What a man am I
Oh no man am I
Make me a man
A man of God
There lies a mirror in front of me
The mirror’s character is not there
I only wish a reflection of thee
For this I never cease to stare
You were a man of lived devotion
You gave it all, all your attention
To pray, and live and love and die
In this you revealed your Godly intention
In Christ now, I want follow suit say I
Let us die, let us die
Then from our graves we will fly
What a man am I
Oh no man am I
What a man am I
Oh no man am I
Make me a man
A man of God
Help me to see the broken sod
The narrow road is winding down
I will follow the path you have trod
And soon we will hear your trumpet sound
I will be like the father I’ve found
We will hear his trumpet sound
Let us see his true life’s reflection
Even in this broken mirror
The broken mirror that lies on the ground
Sunday, February 20, 2011
A Rapper and a Poet?
| And 2Morrow Today is filled with anger fueled with hidden hate scared of being outcast afraid of common fate Today is built on tragedies which no one wants 2 face nightmares 2 humanities and morally disgraced Tonight is filled with rage violence in the air children bred with ruthlessness because no one at home cares Tonight I lay my head down but the pressure never stops knawing at my sanity content when I am dropped But 2morrow I c change a chance 2 build a new Built on spirit intent of Heart and ideals based on truth and tomorrow I wake with second wind and strong because of pride 2 know I fought with all my heart 2 keep my dream alive Tupac Shakur I find this poem to be very interesting, coming from such a controversial rapper as Tupac. I did not know he had published poetry until I was reading an article from the NY Times and happened upon this information. It is not surprising that a rapper would write poetry, but what is surprising maybe, is that he recognized the problems of his society, of his day, that these issues apparently worried him. It is easy to think of rappers as mere thugs, to assume that they live a life of mere ignorance and luxury. I think that works such as this can serve to remind us of humanity, and that we are indeed all dynamic, we must remind ourselves of this before we pass judgement on our human brothers and sisters based on the image we think we know of people. |
Friday, February 11, 2011
Scorpion’s Liberation
When I crawled out from my rock of hiding
I saw all things under a whole new lighting
I thought even then I was living with the lion’s mane
The truth is I still fought not with teeth but with tail
Lost I took a wrong turn off the plain
Even as I saw myself on a dark trail
I continued to sting using only my tail
Though the lion is also brave
The scorpion has his stave
A man can be both kind and cruel
To others and himself he may be a fool
An odd creature he is, that can change
Yes we can be changed, we cannot be tamed
You see there is needed a catalyst
Yes I see it
It will set us free
Yes I see it
There is a light coming down from a heavenly tree
If only to get there, all new men we are now
And once again new we will be
I feel the weight of life bearing down
But even now there is a hope that resounds
It is light it is love, all things from above
Now so fast my lion heart beats
Even as my scorpion body bleeds
The lion’s mane from that wound leads
Right up until the end
A message the light will not send
Even as the lion is bursting forth
Only when it comes will my heart head north
There is a battle for the grounds of you too
Listen to the light it’ll set you free soon
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Inspiration series #3 Discontinuity of Souls
Are we dying?
Standing still in the orchard full of life
Are we tasteless?
Though we hold the saltshaker in hand
I’m glued to the music
When life is passing all around
Seeing starving children on the TV
Just before I clean out the fridge
Tomorrow I could be in France
Walking the streets taking a glance
And still the thirsty abound
Why don’t we go down?
Collect some water for dry lips
No we fear that we’d drown
Fear that we’d drown
Keeps us on the couch
Enjoying that which brings fat to our hips
Our world is like a dying fruit tree
Rooted at the rivers edge
The flood brings our food
More than enough
Much more than enough
Some need just a trickle
While others are stuffed
Should finding a happy life
Be like a diamond in the rough
Be like a diamond in the rough
Inspiration series #2 The Window
Ahh the letters carry
The message that meets
We send them with hope
For love at our feet
We see them picture perfect
In the window that sits like a frame
Time cannot shape them
No, time will not change them
Though wrinkles and age may come
They will continue to love
It is a love more powerful than some
Which age cannot overcome
This is the scene I want most to find
A woman that I want for all time
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