Heaven Knows

Wind blows
Heaven knows
Cold cuts
To the bone
All alone
He kneels
He feels
Frozen steel
Surreal
Can’t stand
This man
Shackled
Cuffed
Hair tuft
Knees weak
Can’t speak
Buried love
This was
His moment of
Freedom

Rise soon
You goon
Your cell
Waits still
This chill
Of frozen time
Soon done
Your mum
Under earth
Like my
Child

Final hymn
Send him
Back again
Steel bars
Locked cage
Iced rage
My blood
still should
Flow hot
But not now

Bitter fate
Icy hate
He should not
Have this date
Leaving now
Back he goes
I hold
My repose
But I know
How prison feels
Forever bound
Never free
Never again
Will I see
She who holds my soul
Standing in this cold
Wind blows
Heaven knows

On Earth As it Is In Heaven

The same stars that light up the night sky,
Hide during the day.
The same sun that brings so much to light,
Hides the stars away.
Fear not the the darkness. Even the stars
Should have a chance to play.
And soon the sun will complete his run
And come back our way.
Like children chase and follow flight
And hide and seek late at night,
The galaxy, like you and me,
Plays its games too, all in plain view.
Well, what else would a galaxy do?

The Race of Life

A hundred quintillion sperm a day swim their entire chance away hoping to win one, single prize.

Most don’t make it in time. They peter out before crossing the line. Now, this good news should finally open your eyes.

For you were a sperm when you started this race. It’s time you let that put a smile on your face. For now is not the time to be forlorn.

As tough as things may be, you can handle this, you see? You’ve been a winner since before the day you were born.

When your feet hit the floor and you step out the door, there’s no telling what may come.

Adventures await, some small and some great. How you choose to see determines each one.

Life may throw you the worst. Your heart may burst, or you may have an incredible day when it’s done.

Whatever you do, don’t let the routine fool you. You’ve been blessed if given another go ’round the sun.

Wether you loose or you win, remember it’s better to have been, than to have never had a chance at the run.

It’s True

Persuasive arguments win the day, not necessarily the best ideas. The best ideas frequently lose for lack of persuasive defenders.

Truth has died a thousand deaths
But always rises again.
Charisma has not always championed her cause,
Nor has been her friend.
How important it is to learn to say,
The truth in such a convincing way,
That lies will die,
And wrong will hide,
And persuasion will stand by her side,
Where he should have always been.

Of course, what’s true isn’t always what’s right.
That’s why persuasion must continually fight,
To raise truth to the height of where she belongs.
For truth and right can overcome the blight of injustice,
in this world of wrongs.

The Mystery and The Meaning

The greatest solutions to the darkest problems are often born from the riddles of yesterday. Life is a mystery that unfolds with time. Your confusion today may just pave the way for tomorrow’s most glorious find.

Or your time on earth may be a colossal waste of air. You show your face. You take up space. But few know and fewer even care.

If I told you the meaning, if I gave you the reason, if you knew the point of it all, would you understand the value at hand, or would you balk at something so small?

Mine! (The End, The Finale, Finished)

Some see the glass half empty.
Some see the glass half full.
I don’t find it funny.
I think it’s kind of cruel.
I filled my glass on that table.
I thought you knew the rule.
When you pass my glass,
It’s not yours to drink.
So leave it alone you fool!

The socialist said to share it,
It’s everybody’s glass.
The communist tried to take it,
And fine me with a tax.
The capitalist said to sell it,
Keep the profit for myself.
The stockbroker said invest it,
And multiply my wealth.
A thirsty man just looked my way,
And asked me for a drink.
I told him I had decisions to make,
“Just go find a sink.”

I walked the streets with my glass
And questions in my head:
Drink it now or help the crowd or something else instead?
I thought about the money.
I thought about the poor.
I thought about the taxes.
And then I thought some more.
I thought about my mama,
And what she said to me.
But if I was pissed when she took a drink,
Why would I help thee?

So I turned that glass toward my lips,
And I gulped it all the way down.
I satisfied my thirst,
And then I took a look around.
I saw a little boy,
A cherub for a face,
He looked so dry,
he might just cry,
Then I looked away.
I saw a little girl,
Parched, she seemed to me.
Her lips were cracked,
Then I looked back,
And a vagabond I did see.
He was standing there by the wall,
With his hand just holding it out.
I walked his way
With something to say,
And then I plain passed out.
When I came to, I saw their shoes.
They were all surrounding me.
The girl, the boy and the vagabond,
A pitiful sight all three.
I stood up.
I steadied myself.
I looked them over twice.
I felt so bad I just had
to get a cold drink poured over ice.
Once I drank the second one,
I started to feel okay.
That’s when I headed home.
It had been such a long day.
Now you might think
I should’ve helped,
And that I was just unkind.
But that’s ’cause you don’t understand,
What I have is mine!

Before you get contentious
And call me lots of names,
You might look in the mirror,
And see if there’s any blame,
When you sit in your living room
And watch your big tv,
And ignore all those commercials
To help those in poverty.

I bet you could sacrifice
That expensive real smart phone.
I bet you could drive a cheaper car
And spend less on your home.
I bet you could cut some places
Where you like to spend.
And help and make a difference
For those on the other end.
But you close your eyes.
Don’t want to know
The millions you could feed.
Then sit back,
Shake your head,
And wag your tongue about one like me.
You’re just as bad,
And what’s so sad,
Is you think your doing fine,
As you play your game
It’s just the same:
“What I have is mine!”

Now I ain’t no socialist,
And please don’t paint me red.
If my little rhyme
Upset your mind
That’s all up in your head.
The point I’m making
Through my words
Is just to help us see.
There’s a problem everywhere,
And it’s not just you and me.
We’re all a great deal greedy.
Even the needy want their own:
A brand new house
A brand new car
And one Obama phone.
Some get opportunities,
And some just get no breaks.
Some work their fingers to the bone,
And some get life handed on a plate.
But regardless of your station,
Coming up or going down,
A selfish streak
To heaven wreaks
And makes everybody frown.
But it’s always easier to see it
When you see it over there.
Your sin always looks worse,
In someone else’s chair.

Now imagine you’re a refugee
Just fleeing for your life.
ISIS wants to kill you.
Your kid just wants a bike.
You worked hard for what you had,
But some religious nut took it away.
And now the threat isn’t debt,
Your children’s life is what’s at stake.
There are others living comfortable
With a job, a house, a car.
They worked their tail off to get it,
But where they live is just so far.
You have a chance at safety.
You could travel to that land.
You could start again,
But…
There are so many like you,
So very many in need.
If you all came in
That would be the end
To this land of prosperity.
Life would get complicated.
We would all have to share.
Vacations to remote islands?
Well, we couldn’t afford to go there.
My extra bedroom
could house a needy man
But I would be inconvenienced,
and…

There is a lot of political rhetoric
Tossed around on both sides.
The truth gets complicated,
And both parties like to lie.
Those who say,
“Bring the suffering here.”
Don’t really want to pay the cost.
Those who say, “Stay away!”
Fear more than what could be lost.
In the mean time
Evil rises on far and distant shores.
So, we’ll build a wall to protect us,
Erect us one of concrete, steal and boards.
But here on the inside,
Where we’re safe from evil men,
We still have human nature,
And we still have to deal with sin,
And we still have to deal with suffering,
And we still have to pay the cost,
And we still have people dying,
And children are still being lost,
At the hands of ISIS,
And rapist and thugs,
And even in our protected house,
And behind our great big walls.
But at least I’m okay
Sitting here on my ass,
As long as you keep your hands
Off my drinking glass!

Mine! (continued again)

Some see the glass half empty.
Some see the glass half full.
I don’t find it funny.
I think it’s kind of cruel.
I filled my glass on that table.
I thought you knew the rule.
When you pass my glass,
It’s not yours to drink.
So leave it alone you fool!

The socialist said to share it,
It’s everybody’s glass.
The communist tried to take it,
And fine me with a tax.
The capitalist said to sell it,
Keep the profit for myself.
The stockbroker said invest it,
And multiply my wealth.
A thirsty man just looked my way,
And asked me for a drink.
I told him I had decisions to make,
“Just go find a sink.”

I walked the streets with my glass
And questions in my head:
Drink it now or help the crowd or something else instead?
I thought about the money.
I thought about the poor.
I thought about the taxes.
And then I thought some more.
I thought about my mama,
And what she said to me.
But if I was pissed when she took a drink,
Why would I help thee?

So I turned that glass toward my lips,
And I gulped it all the way down.
I satisfied my thirst,
And then I took a look around.
I saw a little boy,
A cherub for a face,
He looked so dry,
he might just cry,
Then I looked away.
I saw a little girl,
Parched, she seemed to me.
Her lips were cracked,
Then I looked back,
And a vagabond I did see.
He was standing there by the wall,
With his hand just holding it out.
I walked his way
With something to say,
And then I plain passed out.
When I came to, I saw their shoes.
They were all surrounding me.
The girl, the boy and the vagabond,
A pitiful sight all three.
I stood up.
I steadied myself.
I looked them over twice.
I felt so bad I just had
to get a cold drink poured over ice.
Once I drank the second one,
I started to feel okay.
That’s when I headed home.
It had been such a long day.
Now you might think
I should’ve helped,
And that I was just unkind.
But that’s ’cause you don’t understand,
What I have is mine!

Before you get contentious
And call me lots of names,
You might look in the mirror,
And see if there’s any blame,
When you sit in your living room
And watch your big tv,
And ignore all those commercials
To help those in poverty.

I bet you could sacrifice
That expensive real smart phone.
I bet you could drive a cheaper car
And spend less on your home.
I bet you could cut some places
Where you like to spend.
And help and make a difference
For those on the other end.
But you close your eyes.
Don’t want to know
The millions you could feed.
Then sit back,
Shake your head,
And wag your tongue about one like me.
You’re just as bad,
And what’s so sad,
Is you think your doing fine,
As you play your game
It’s just the same:
“What I have is mine!”

Now I ain’t no socialist,
And please don’t paint me red.
If my little rhyme
Upset your mind
That’s all up in your head.
The point I’m making
Through my words
Is just to help us see.
There’s a problem everywhere,
And it’s not just you and me.
We’re all a great deal greedy.
Even the needy want their own:
A brand new house
A brand new car
And one Obama phone.
Some get opportunities,
And some just get no breaks.
Some work their fingers to the bone,
And some get life handed on a plate.
But regardless of your station,
Coming up or going down,
A selfish streak
To heaven wreaks
And makes everybody frown.
But it’s always easier to see it
When you see it over there.
Your sin always looks worse,
In someone else’s chair.