Wednesday, February 28, 2018
time and time again
time and time again
we face the dawn and know not when
the end of all this grief and pain
will come and wash the bloody stain
from this world that suffers greatly
and even more from events lately
killing never leads to peace
oh - will the violence never cease
peace will only come through kindness
vengeance only leads to blindness
the rage and pain we choose to feel
will never let the old wounds heal
until we learn to serve all others
until we see that all are brothers
everyone claims to be right
everyone claims to know what's right
so few question themselves
so much is wrong
Wednesday, February 21, 2018
Monday, February 19, 2018
in an age
in and age the soul remembers
sensing still its dying embers
man to truth was honor bound
rarely was deception found
but today our greed does rule us
strange ideas do re tool us
no more is the spirit free
to create life as it should be
the hand of fate is shunned and broken
respect for life no more than token
now the children life in fear
finding little to hold dear
fantastic dreams now fill our heads
strange contortions fill our beds
grace and love so rarely found
with war and violence so renowned
it's said that once the ancients spoke
about the time man would evoke
the beast that would bring on such pain
when tears would fall like endless rain
perhaps now is what they meant
when power's what we represent
but love is lost in such a way
and peace and joy the price we pay
with guns and bombs we blast and kill
we push and shove - enforce our will
the seeds we plant will surely grow
yet still it's grief and pain we sow
love will not be found in was
more sorrow - that's what we're in for
you don't make friends with pain and fear
we're loving all the heart holds dear
there is still time - we're not quite broken
but it takes love much more than token
no more must we live for power
we must sow love for peace to flower
sensing still its dying embers
man to truth was honor bound
rarely was deception found
but today our greed does rule us
strange ideas do re tool us
no more is the spirit free
to create life as it should be
the hand of fate is shunned and broken
respect for life no more than token
now the children life in fear
finding little to hold dear
fantastic dreams now fill our heads
strange contortions fill our beds
grace and love so rarely found
with war and violence so renowned
it's said that once the ancients spoke
about the time man would evoke
the beast that would bring on such pain
when tears would fall like endless rain
perhaps now is what they meant
when power's what we represent
but love is lost in such a way
and peace and joy the price we pay
with guns and bombs we blast and kill
we push and shove - enforce our will
the seeds we plant will surely grow
yet still it's grief and pain we sow
love will not be found in was
more sorrow - that's what we're in for
you don't make friends with pain and fear
we're loving all the heart holds dear
there is still time - we're not quite broken
but it takes love much more than token
no more must we live for power
we must sow love for peace to flower
once before man took up dreaming
once - before man took up dreaming
lost himself in all this scheming
life was lived within the order
life itself its own recorder
but in time a change took place
somewhere in the human race
from the truth we turned away
deception's now the game we play
the price is high for this digression
our sickness is the heart's confession
still the spirit seeks to free us
from the shrouds that so conceal us
the heart must face the truth of life
and open mind will end the strife
but we must no more fear the truth
for man to regain his lost youth
lost himself in all this scheming
life was lived within the order
life itself its own recorder
but in time a change took place
somewhere in the human race
from the truth we turned away
deception's now the game we play
the price is high for this digression
our sickness is the heart's confession
still the spirit seeks to free us
from the shrouds that so conceal us
the heart must face the truth of life
and open mind will end the strife
but we must no more fear the truth
for man to regain his lost youth
ideas
ideas do so fill the head
hearing all the words they said
yet each must know the truth within
to live a life that's without sin
on and on we think and worry
guessing - grasping - endless flurry
ending up just sad and sick
seeking someone weak to kick
life is only live in truth
a gift so cherished in our youth
but then we're taught control and lie
play those roles and slowly die
the truth of life must be set free
an open heart is free to see
what it sees - yes without guilt
for guilt will cause the soul to wilt
and sickness grow within our band
more violence sweep across the land
for love and truth and life are one
without these we'll soon be done
hearing all the words they said
yet each must know the truth within
to live a life that's without sin
on and on we think and worry
guessing - grasping - endless flurry
ending up just sad and sick
seeking someone weak to kick
life is only live in truth
a gift so cherished in our youth
but then we're taught control and lie
play those roles and slowly die
the truth of life must be set free
an open heart is free to see
what it sees - yes without guilt
for guilt will cause the soul to wilt
and sickness grow within our band
more violence sweep across the land
for love and truth and life are one
without these we'll soon be done
a child cries
a child cries
another tree dies
how long will it be till we see
that the world is in pain
and the wails are like rain
the pills must be stronger each day
this cannot be right
such a horrible sight
we each are a cause in some way
let another one change
i will not re-arrange
seems such a cop-out to me
we all must take part
in any new start
if any real change is to be
to think of ourself
beyond everyone else
is wrong an it's so plain to see
we're all selfish inside
yet most try to hide
from the truth - which is what sets us free
no - we're not all bad
but our minds have been had
and we think someone else is at fault
but each must accept
his own part of the debt
not just armor ourselves like a vault
love your will find
is not in the mind
be open to find your own heart
another tree dies
how long will it be till we see
that the world is in pain
and the wails are like rain
the pills must be stronger each day
this cannot be right
such a horrible sight
we each are a cause in some way
let another one change
i will not re-arrange
seems such a cop-out to me
we all must take part
in any new start
if any real change is to be
to think of ourself
beyond everyone else
is wrong an it's so plain to see
we're all selfish inside
yet most try to hide
from the truth - which is what sets us free
no - we're not all bad
but our minds have been had
and we think someone else is at fault
but each must accept
his own part of the debt
not just armor ourselves like a vault
love your will find
is not in the mind
be open to find your own heart
Thursday, February 15, 2018
lost in time
lost in time - all never ending
giving freely - never lending
grace its self is our true light
shining free and without fright
one must let the heart be open
not turned in - its love unspoken
all is all - yes this is true
all is one - there is no two
i know how things can appear
but love and life are all ways near
giving freely - never lending
grace its self is our true light
shining free and without fright
one must let the heart be open
not turned in - its love unspoken
all is all - yes this is true
all is one - there is no two
i know how things can appear
but love and life are all ways near
Tuesday, February 13, 2018
Saturday, February 10, 2018
Friday, February 9, 2018
Monday, February 5, 2018
on and on
on and on through life i go
it's and endless wander
still i know that in my heart
i just keep growing fonder
of all the people that i meet
of all the creatures here
more and more i cherish them
forever hold them dear
they seem to be so real inside
tho many no more show it
with outer shell they've learned to hide
but in my heart i know it
all are one - as has been spoken
mostly long ago
still i feel i know them all
the bond is still unbroken
Saturday, February 3, 2018
Monday, January 29, 2018
much time has passed
much time has passed since i was young
not much has really changed
the game goes on and i'm still here
not changed - but re-arranged
my heart still cries - i love it so
and spring still brings me joy
yes i'm alive and i don't mind
inside i'm still a boy
much time has passed yet i still play
in this land of terror
no more to hang my head and cry
i don't regret the error
mistakes were made - i bless them so
for through them i did learn
if you're going to play the game
you better learn to burn
not much has really changed
the game goes on and i'm still here
not changed - but re-arranged
my heart still cries - i love it so
and spring still brings me joy
yes i'm alive and i don't mind
inside i'm still a boy
much time has passed yet i still play
in this land of terror
no more to hang my head and cry
i don't regret the error
mistakes were made - i bless them so
for through them i did learn
if you're going to play the game
you better learn to burn
Sunday, January 28, 2018
Thursday, January 25, 2018
she was
she was such a gentle soul
heart and truth the only goal
but hardship on the way she learned
more than once the did get burned
in time she learned to turn her head
avoid the truth and lie instead
for a while it did feel better
no one lives by just the letter
soon the heart began to close
hardness took our gentle rose
all soft and kind was brushed away
no longer would the soul know play
on through life in mindless rush
push and pull and such a fuss
nothing left but guilt and worry
on she rushed in such a hurry
always tired - no joy in work
more and more she learned to shirk
duties seem to drag her down
sometimes feeling she might drown
her own center she had lost
spurned away as such a cost
it happened when she first said no
stick the truth - i just won't go
life itself's still bright and free
but when from truth we try to flee
we turn our backs on its true way
now we will have the final say
truth and love and life are one
to close our heart blocks out the sun
it's love it seems that most men fear
tho the word is spoken dear
most in time give up the flight
give up darkness for the light
for truth and love are life its self
this is true and endless wealth
if we can give up all our dreams
all our plans and mighty schemes
we'll find our own true destiny
again live life as spirit free
wrote those words a long time ago
still like the sound of them
but not sure if we humans
know how to be free
Wednesday, January 24, 2018
we start in on children
we start in on children
so early today
to program their minds
when they should learn how to play
a child needs the time
to first know its self
and it hurts to be told
to just get on that shelf
with no time to consider
just what this might be
we rob them so quickly
of their right to see
it seems plane to me
the old way's not so smart
as we rip up this planet
and tear at its heart
in spite of the terrors
which now fill the land
the stink of pollution
so carefully planned
we still tell them all
that "i know what's best"
but the results that i see
sure don't pass the test
the innocence found
in the eyes of a child
the master once spoke of
in terms not so mild
"be as the children"
is what he once said
the will to respect them
today seems quite dead
most just play roles
that were forced in their mind
with no thought of nature
now so hard to find
a fresh look at life
is the gift of new birth
i we don't respect it
then what is it worth
so early today
to program their minds
when they should learn how to play
a child needs the time
to first know its self
and it hurts to be told
to just get on that shelf
with no time to consider
just what this might be
we rob them so quickly
of their right to see
it seems plane to me
the old way's not so smart
as we rip up this planet
and tear at its heart
in spite of the terrors
which now fill the land
the stink of pollution
so carefully planned
we still tell them all
that "i know what's best"
but the results that i see
sure don't pass the test
the innocence found
in the eyes of a child
the master once spoke of
in terms not so mild
"be as the children"
is what he once said
the will to respect them
today seems quite dead
most just play roles
that were forced in their mind
with no thought of nature
now so hard to find
a fresh look at life
is the gift of new birth
i we don't respect it
then what is it worth
Tuesday, January 16, 2018
there are those
there are those who have not heard
yet the silent sacred word
but the lord of life does live
still unceasingly does give
love in torrents to us all
if we but remove the wall
built around the heart so strong
and sentenced us to so much wrong
this was never meant to be
all were at once sent forth free
give up the fight it has been spoken
and the heart will be unbroken
but each must try in his own way
to face the truth of each new day
and live a life as it should be
with open heart and soul that's free
yet the silent sacred word
but the lord of life does live
still unceasingly does give
love in torrents to us all
if we but remove the wall
built around the heart so strong
and sentenced us to so much wrong
this was never meant to be
all were at once sent forth free
give up the fight it has been spoken
and the heart will be unbroken
but each must try in his own way
to face the truth of each new day
and live a life as it should be
with open heart and soul that's free
Sunday, January 14, 2018
i went to a party
i went to a party on saturday night
and the sights that i saw gave my heart such a fright
the masks that we wore were so ghastly to see
i stood there in silence - how could this all be
the noise was so great and the smiles so untrue
most were afraid and the others just blue
i watched for a while then did go away
but soon i returned - still with nothing to say
the din was still growing and the music so loud
soon i was into the mood of the crowd
we're here to forget just how lonely we feel
for a while to pretend it's not such a bad deal
the wine it's a flowing and the smoke is so thick
a sane person by now would lie down and be sick
but not me - i'm so tough i can take it all in
as we strut for the girls and pretend we're still men
now it's over at last and i'm home here alone
all the girls turned away - no one threw me a bone
in a while i will sleep till the sunrise again
and try to remember just where all i've been
the head full of aches and a sadness inside
to be such a fool and so full of pride
maybe in time i'll grow up and reform
but it's hard in a world where conform is the norm
seems like we always blame someone else
for our situation with our self
and the sights that i saw gave my heart such a fright
the masks that we wore were so ghastly to see
i stood there in silence - how could this all be
the noise was so great and the smiles so untrue
most were afraid and the others just blue
i watched for a while then did go away
but soon i returned - still with nothing to say
the din was still growing and the music so loud
soon i was into the mood of the crowd
we're here to forget just how lonely we feel
for a while to pretend it's not such a bad deal
the wine it's a flowing and the smoke is so thick
a sane person by now would lie down and be sick
but not me - i'm so tough i can take it all in
as we strut for the girls and pretend we're still men
now it's over at last and i'm home here alone
all the girls turned away - no one threw me a bone
in a while i will sleep till the sunrise again
and try to remember just where all i've been
the head full of aches and a sadness inside
to be such a fool and so full of pride
maybe in time i'll grow up and reform
but it's hard in a world where conform is the norm
seems like we always blame someone else
for our situation with our self
Saturday, January 13, 2018
once before
once before the trust was broken
when the truth was freely spoken
men were free and knew lifes way
life was not some game to play
now our heads are hollow vases
stupid looks on all our faces
respect for life not to be found
pride in self does so abound
selfish ways will be our doom
for love of life we have no room
truth could yet redeem our lives
yet greed so far is all that thrives
kindness is what most have lost
frustration fules at such a cost
a selfish heart can not see clearly
and love's the gift we need so dearly
when the truth was freely spoken
men were free and knew lifes way
life was not some game to play
now our heads are hollow vases
stupid looks on all our faces
respect for life not to be found
pride in self does so abound
selfish ways will be our doom
for love of life we have no room
truth could yet redeem our lives
yet greed so far is all that thrives
kindness is what most have lost
frustration fules at such a cost
a selfish heart can not see clearly
and love's the gift we need so dearly
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