A Child In The Wind

A Child In The Wind

I have a secret that I can't tell
Only because they won't listen
Maybe they just don't see me
Or maybe I just don't matter none

I have a secret that I can't tell
Only because they won't listen
Heated emotions are weary
Then they pack-up and on they run

Singing songs and dancing to waltzes
Summer time and play things in shadows
I am a child tossed
I'll never find those lost

I try to tell them but its in vain
I feel nothing, but heart pain
I just need to be held close
To touch the magic in mommy's eyes

I have a secret that I can't tell
Only because they won't listen
Maybe they just don't see me
Or maybe I just don't matter none

Singing songs and dancing to waltzes
Summer time and play things in shadows

I am a child tossed
I'll never find those lost

I have a secret that I can't tell
Only because they won't listen
Maybe they just don't see me
Or maybe I just don't matter none

All my hopes and dreams go a stray
Alone with memories, its all play
I just need to be held close
To touch the magic in mommy's eyes

Singing songs and dancing to waltzes
Summer time and play things in shadows
I am a child tossed
I'll never find those lost
I have a secret that I can't tell

Only because they won't listen
I just need to be held close
To touch the magic in mommy's eyes

I am only an infant

So many ways

So many ways

So many religions,
so many ways to be saved
Seems like every preacher
has his own angle to be paved.
while multitudes go bewildered
in a state of fear,
while others preach of doctrines
that just are not that clear.
So I prayed to God for answers
for what we need to do,
to have everlasting life
and life that is with you.
And he told me not to worry,
being saved is not my chore.
It's my gift I give the world,
you need only to open the door.
Now go on out in to the world
and make them understand.
That I have all their answers
nailed in to my hand.
No matter how troubled
your life has seemed
Your future is with me,
you've all been redeemed
Teach all the world
about my simple plan
tell them how it is my job
to save the world at hand

Evicting The monster

Evicting The monster

My life is so cluttered there is nothing but caos
and there is no room for you today.
I need to clean my closet today.
Just the way I clean it everyday
Hiding the big stuff, keeping the old stuff.
My way of cleaning ment never thow it away
I have permission from the land LORD,
The medalsome fellow
mariage, jobs, relationships,
wrench, havic, Rain on my parade

Did you see it coming

Did You See It Coming?

See me Dad? I am dressed like a clown.
Everyone loves clowns.
Why don't you Dad?
The rapist likes me.
See me Dad? I am dressed like a medic.
Everyone loves medics.
Why don't you dad?
The sadness likes me.
See me Dad? I am dressed like the Army
Everyone likes the Army.
Why don't you Dad?
The drug likes me.
See me Dad? I am dressed like the important people
Everyone likes important people.
Why don't you Dad?
The Anger Likes me.
See me Dad? I am dressed like the Christian
Everyone likes Christians.
Why don't you Dad?
The rage likes me.
See me Dad? I am dressed like the mourner
Everyone likes the mourner.
Why don't you Dad?
The Depression likes me.
See me Dad? I am dresses like the monster.
Nobody likes monsters.
Don't you hate monsters too?
See me now Dad? See me?

The Tree or me

The Tree or Me?

The chances of a tree sprouting from a seed are very slim
Other bigger trees often hide the sun by way of the limb.
It takes pain staking decades to reach their goal of being tall
There is no way to quicken the task, no way at all
But day after day it continues to grow
Even thought it doesn't show
I wouldn't blame the tree if it got depressed with it
Give up on life and die and quit
Its amazing thought the patients a tree displays
Wanting nothing but water and a few sun rays
200, 300 years they may wait
To grow so tall, majestic and great
If people could learn to be as patient as trees
I think this is the answer, the magical keys
That can bring on an abundance of health
And a multitude of peace and a lifetime of wealth
However true these words may be
It really depends on what you see
If you ask me what I think
I'll come up with a twisted kink
Here is your tree that struggled for years
Survived by the horrors of termites and bears
Only to be cut down to clear way for a lawn
Made into the paper these words are upon
So for tree was it worth the long race
Or does it feel its life a disgrace
However true these words may be
It really depends on what you see

Morning

Morning

Morning
Standing under the needle
Tomorrow feeds on ghosts
Morning
Beating a dead dog
At least that has meaning (it really does you know)
Morning
Closer to the rock the deeper the cold
Mouthfuls of void
Morning
There is only yesterday
No prize no corner
Morning
Reaching for fairies
Collecting heavy stones
Morning
Pressing downward
Fighting inward
Morning
Standing under the needle
Tomorrow feeds on ghosts
Mourning
Yesterdays' today at early morning
Tomorrows tomorrow is come and gone

The Rotten Actor

The Rotten Actor

I know my act was poorly played
my toughest critics took note.
sternly was my performance weighed
I didn't follow the script God wrote.
I couldn't practice what I didn't learn
I didn't have a clue.
So I never got the love I yearn
I didn't have the glue.
I am sorry I forgot my lines
and caused your heart a hurtin
Even though I let you down
Please don't close the curtain
I know I made a lousy host
and didn't seem to care
and hurt those that matter most
and treated them unfair
I don't deserve a second chance
and I'd gladly pay the wage
to try again to sing and dance
to play upon the stage
My part is scary every day
and my sole is so uncertain
My healing is what I pray
Please don't close the curtain