These politicians are lying, and the children are dying, and mothers are crying, and why the **** are we fighting when we should be uniting and all of this writing don't do ****... Man I need a vacation from this sicking nation, with all it trivialization, I need some civilization, THIS ain't Any gods creation... Forget about nationality, I got to stop watchin reality or I'm gona become a fatality, where the HELL is morality, how bout some congeniality? Hey stop watchin television before you lose your own vision, you got get up and make a decision,we need a total world revision, and all this writing don't do ****...

Youth runs hot, shinning souls consumed by desire.
On a search, they look for love to acquire.
But life walks by and shine does fade,
And all are in a masquerade.

It is as Heathcliff and his Kathy, they lost their love for pride.
If ether one had shown their face, would Kathy be his bride?
But life walks by and scars are made,
And all are in the masquerade.

Will you be as Ahab was, relentless for his whale.
If he had looked without his mask, would wind still hold his sails?
But life walks by and some do die,
And still goes on the masquerade.

Or will you be as the Phantom, searching for Christine.
But in the end it is Christine that finds true beauty hidden.
But life walks by and some scars fade.
And still some play the masquerade.

I beg you live your lives with passion, don't give yourself to fear.
For it is in  life's darkest hours that true beauty does appear.
To look beyond life's ugly scars, to see a heart in all it's pain...
And love despite.


Do search you for your strange duet, and be not afraid to lift his mask.
For therein is where true beauty lies... And life walks by.

Winter
Wind blows cold and hard.
Snow drifts high along a fence.
Trees are trimmed in white.

Spring
River cold as ice.
Runs swiftly on its journey,
Down the mountain side.

Spring
Dew drops on the grass.
Mornings dampness soon to pass.
Sun breaks through the clouds.

The days have passed without fanfare,
as I quietly stood by.
I no longer dream of youthful things,
though they linger in my mind.
Most days have been pleasant,
Yet nothing great my life.
I went from child to wife to mother,
In only a blink of the eye.
Now children they have gone their way.
And husband has no words...



But silence has it's place in life,
   a moment undisturbed.



Days spent can not be bought again,
and it's not for youth I long.
I wish only to be remembered
When I am dead and gone.
Remembered not as Plato,
No I am not so rare.
I hope only to be remembered
as a whisper in the air.
A life loved and not forgotten,
by only those who cared.

My dog is lying on the floor.
I watch TV a nightly chore.
Suddenly my nose does wrinkle,
What's that smell, my eyes they sprinkle.

I jump up and turn on the fan.
Oh no that smell I can not stand.
I hold my breath with all my might.
My dog takes refuge from my sight.

I pinch my nose with my left hand,
While spraying fragrance from a can.
I open windows, crack the door.
I do believe my nose is sore.

My stomach churns as I sit down,
My hand upon my faithful hound.

This world I have cherished.
This world has been kind.
This world can be beautiful.
But it would never be mine.

I have shook with the thunder.
I have tasted earths wine.
I saw the miracle of new life.
Yet it was all lost in time.

I have sailed the morning tide.
I have walked through misty valleys.
I have seen the pale moon, and
I have walked the darkest alleys.

Although these things did catch my eye.
God's hand I took, for the rest was a lie.

I rest my eyes in shades of green.
I plant my feet in the good earth,
and listen to the pace of the river.
I was only a moments breath,
yet it would last forever.

When I am gone with the dust
and the wind, we shall be
together again, this earth and I.
Can you show me a dream,
a dream better than mine.

She made you feel like never before,
yet the girl is only a festering soar.
You thought she was the best of the best,
but that was in the dark I guess.

In the daylight you can see her scars,
she's looking for someone to share her prison bars.
Now you feel the vile in your throat.
Maybe you shouldn't have sown those wild oats.

She's every bad decision you've ever made.
Now all of your dreams are fading away.
Don't you dare ask her for some pity.
She's just another soul in this dying city.

Last night seems only just a dream,
but reality hits and you want to scream.
This is not a life for the broken hearted.
This is YOUR life and it just started.

I dream of days when warfare fades
and men put down their blades.
And the ghost of war that came before
lay silent in their graves.

The television again assaults my senses.
Yet all this technology forms a comfortable distance.
There is no need to do the division,
the world was polled, and here's your decision.
I feel I need some personal attention,
But all I get is some kind of technician.

Late one night, I took a path
through woods I did not know.
A quicker way, it was I found
to get me to my home.

Dark that night, without a light,
the woods gave up strange sounds.
The shadows of the trees, they seemed
to move across the ground.

I walked a little faster.
My home I longed to see.
But then I heard an eerie howl,
and run I did indeed.

I bumped into some bushes,
I ran into the trees,
The only thought twas in my head
was pray my feet to flee.

My nerves they were a jumpin'
in trees I was a bumpin.
In my chest my heart was thumpin,
when I fell over somthin.

I lay there just a moment,
when two eyes did I see.
No faster man you'll ever be,
than I that night would be.

On my feet I quickly jumped.
My home I now could see.
Then I reached into my pocket
and I fumbled for the key.

Something from the woods I heard,
what horror can this be.
With key in door, I turn to see
my old dog run up to me.

I am not now who I was before.
When I was young I knew the score.
To me there was just black or white.
But now I know what's worth the fight.

I've learned that things aren't what they seem.
The *** on the street is not really a fiend.
He was not always drunken on *****;
After all is that the life you would choose?

It pains me to think that I was so sure
of how life should be; everything pure.
But people are not made of brick,
and sometimes life can make you sick.

In youth you do not know it, it is something you must learn.
You see life is full of secrets, and this one you must earn.
You see children, life is sometimes only grey,
And in the end, we are all made of the same clay.

Heaven was busy today.
Twenty-eight were killed, they say.
Hearts were broken today.
Twenty were children, they say.
For all of them we pray.
The President cried today.
What else is there to say.
What else is there to say.

OH LORD, OH LORD.
How can this be.
I get home to be assaulted by my TV.
OH LORD, OH LORD
They are only children.
This can't be happening, not again.
OH LORD, OH LORD
The children, the children.
Oh Lord the children.
What have they done?
OH LORD, OH LORD
The parents, the parents.
Oh Lord the parents.
Told to go home without their children.
OH LORD, OH LORD,
The shooter, the shooter.
A torn up soul. A torn up soul?
OH LORD, OH LORD
The horror, the horror.
What's to happen.
OH LORD, OH LORD
OH LORD, What's to happen now?
And the President cries.

As I sat, the subway groaned into motion.
Across from me , a face without emotion.
We sat in silence, the old woman and me.
Her face was worn with the struggles she'd seen.
Her body was frail from a life to hard,
It was clear to me she had played her last card.
As I looked at the woman, I could see in her eyes,
ghostly memories of people and days gone by.
I gave her a smile, but she lowered her head,
As if to say, " Don't ask... don't ask about the dead".

In this little room I write.
I write my thoughts so dear.
It is not for you I write.
I write mostly of my fears.

So in this little room I write,
a thousand thoughts and fears.
Out loud I can not say them,
for they would bring me tears.

It is at night I mostly write,
my mind won't let me rest.
So I put pen to paper,
and out my thoughts must crest.

I do not assume to know you,
or put you to the test.
For I am just a simple girl,
and my mind is quite a mess.

When Grandma was old,
what stories she told.
She knew every ryhme,
every verse every time.

I'd sit in her lap,
and say Grandma please.
Please tell me another
another one please.

I have a cat that loves me so,
why it is I do not know.

I am not famous, wealthy, or wise,
but I can see it in her eyes.
She shows her belly for me to pet,
I have never tired of it yet.

Her body's so warm and her fur is so soft,
without her love I would be so lost.
She stretches and yawns, then plunks at my book,
till I lay it down and give her a look.

She turns her back as if to say,
Why do that when we could play.
Sometimes when I feel so low,
here she comes to let me know.

That I am to her, and always will be,
the only person she loves to see.
I have a cat, I love her so,
Why it is, I think I know.

Don't buy the promises.
Don't listen to the man.
We all hear the music,
but some are in the band.

Some of US say peace.
Some of US say war.
Two of US are rich,
the rest of US are poor.

Most of US are broke.
Most of US are mad.
Some of US are working,
the rest of US are bad.

Most of US can eat,
some of US do not.
We all know it's wrong,
or have we all forgot.

I'd love to solve the problem,
I'd love to help a bit.
Come on my fellow hippies.
Come on and take a sit.

Some listen to their own song.
Most listen to the band.
But we all hear the music.
What happen to this Land?

Peace out.

There he stood against the world,
a boy not yet a man.
In a world that gave him lies,
he did not understand.

He lived his life without a thought
of what would then come after.
A life without a loving heart.
A life without much laughter.

Then one day a young girl came
and told him of the truth.
The boy just sat and thought a while
and then said "Where's the proof."

The young girl said there is no proof
in faith you must believe.
She pulled a Bible from her purse
and told the boy to read.

The boy then cried for quit some time,
at last his heart was filled,
not with hate but with joy,
his fate at last was sealed.

A baby boy this day was born,
His life for him He'd given.
Now the boy would live again,
For all his sins forgiven.

Now in the park an old man sits,
a Bible in his hand,and to the girl
with tears in her eyes, he say's,
"Don't worry there's a plan.

I think I was born to live by the sea.
Somehow it lures me, away from my home.
It lures me in pictures, it lures me in song.
It lures me in colors, of turquoise and green,
And colors that I think, that I've never seen.
It lures me in dreams, it lures me in thought,
It lures me in waves, who's lyric I've sought.
It lures me in, with crystal white sand.
It lures me in ways, that I don't understand.
It lures me with sunsets, It lures me with song.
It lures me with lust, after a day so long.
Yes I was born to live by the sea.
It calls to my soul, be free, be free.

Warm sun upon my face,
cool earth on my back.
A wisp of wind, and flowers of all colors,
like a world of stained glass
moving back and forth with the warm air.
I breath a deep satisfying breath
that fills my soul with all the colors of the world.
The wind moving through the trees
are like the earth's great breath.
I am a child again,
free from my worldly duties.
My mind drifts, like the birds on the wind above,
back and forth, back and forth,
back and forth, with the rhythm of the earth.

Her beautiful memories she kept in a box.
A box in her closet, inside it a lock. 
A lock of red hair from someone she knew,
from someone she loved when he was brand new.
 
She gave him her heart before he was born ,
she never thought twice, it was his all along. 

A little small shoe lay next to the lock,
and next to the shoe was a little small sock.
The sock to remind her of ten little toes.
The shoes to remind her that someday he'd go.

She gave him her heart, She knew he would break it.
She never thought twice, he'd need it to make it.

Last in the box was a photo of him,
his clothes all a mess, and that silly grin. 
She loved him now like she loved him then,
In her eyes he could do no sin.
 
She gave him her heart before he was born.
She never thought twice, it was his all along.
 
What beautiful memories he keeps in his heart,
the one that she gave him before he was born.