A Separate Road
Today in my youth the skies are swollen,
Heavy with confusion and dread
And as of now, rain clouds are roaming,
Almost as lost as the people below them.
Where are you now in the midst of the storm?
Why did you leave and where did you go?
Are you lost, traveling, lonely? Or have you found a separate road?
I can taste sunshine
Ripe in the moment, bitter yet sweet
The memories we shared
But then came the autumn
Discreetly she stole them
She left me alone to freeze in her air.
Where are you now in the midst of the storm?
Why did you leave and where did you go?
Are you lost, traveling, lonely? Or have you found a separate road?
The days fade to spring.
The sun ablaze as it blinded my eyes,
But in that moment the sun wouldn't set.
It never would until the day that you left.
Do you walk those same tracks;
The path we promised to take together?
I sometimes wish I'd stayed inside my walls.
Where are you now in the midst of the storm?
Why did you leave and where did you go?
Are you lost, traveling, lonely? Or have you found a separate road?
Are you lost? Traveling? Lonely? Or have you found a separate road?
Broken Soul
Trapped
By the invisible walls of my fate
Tricked
By the idea that I cannot escape
Chained
To the wall of what I'm denied
Fooled
Into thinking I can never go outside
But now
I see a way out of my darkened cell
A new way
To soften a heart that's gone stale
No more
Suffering in this place where I dwell
No longer
Fighting with others or myself
I understand now
What it takes to be real
If you want to stand up
You must learn how to kneel
I relinquish
My claim to myself and my life
Take me
My heart belongs to You
Who Am I?
I was there in the beginning for the first letting of blood. Streams of crimson mingled with the dark earth, and I listened as the tainted life-flow cried out to me, "Let me live!" But to no avail.
I was there for the wars that followed. When men and women took up arms against one another. Rivers and lakes of bloody red swelled in the jungles and the forests, the countryside and the desert sand.
I was there when men took the seas and shed blood on the salty waters. Ships went down as men cried out in fear. Their blood spread out around them as the sharks drew near.
I was there in the morning hours, when evil had no fear of the light of day and shed blood freely. I was there in the darkest of night, when terror reigned supreme. And the blood that was shed cried out to me, "Justice!"
I said that enough was enough. I could take it no more. I made my decision to teach kindness and love, wherever and to whomever I could. I taught about peace and forgiveness. I asked everyone to live in harmony.
The blood trickles into the sand, the cobblestones, the wood. Crimson stains, dark and deep. My blood. My own blood. Now streaming in rivers from my head, my back, my hands and feet. As a man about to die, I understand one truth as never before. We all bleed the same.
What Sound Alone Can Tell
Tick-tock...tick-tock... from the clock ticking.
Buzzzzz... from the fly flying.
Smack! From the fly-swatter slapping.
"Gotcha!" From the man living inside us.
And always. The tick-tock... tick-tock... of the clock.
Clickity-clack... Clickity-clack... from fingers on keys.
Clink... Clink... Clink... from ice in a crystal glass.
Pop! From the cork in the decanter.
"Ah!" From the writer dwelling in us.
And always. The tick-tock... tick-tock... of the clock.
Soft melodic strains of Beethoven, Mozart, and Bach.
Clattering of dishes in the kitchen.
Sizzling of meat on the grill.
"Sigh..." of contentment from the artist residing within us.
And always. The tick-tock... tick-tock... of the clock.
Clickity-clack... Tick-tock...
The man lives within us by the mercy of the clock
Clickity-clack... Clickity-clack...
Tick-tock... Tick-tock...