I am moved to tears when I see the spontaneous goodness of a person’s heart
that at times is surely lacking in many people of the world which we’re a part.
Those were the days, a kid forever
As the rain pours upon the mighty Rogue River
I get a warm feeling and begin to remember
My Saturdays as a kid
Watching cartoons till ten I did
Then off to the beach to reel in the perch
Then off again to play in the dirt
Riding bikes all over the city
Having fun and being silly
Never a worry, never a care
Bologna sandwiches and root beer
Riding horses and motorbikes
Shoot’n guns and flying kites
No computers or video games
We played in the sun, we played in the rain
Old age has come and slowed me down
But I’ll be a kid till I’m dead in the ground
than dust and dirt.
than a pause for breath.
Yet You chose to speak
to these skin and bones.
Let Your voice
touch this weary heart.
Let Your Spirit
pour like eternal rain.
When these lips
don't know how to praise.
When these hands
are too heavy to raise.
Speak and set me ablaze.
I once had faith in human-kind's goodness,
The idea that people could grow up,
I once thought people were genuine,
But now it's all gone down the drain,
People are just one and the same.
Some men are afraid to be sensitive,
Certain women can't seem to toughen up,
It's all what popular society wants,
For people to become something they're not.
But this has to sound like a cruel song,
No one wants to hear how I feel,
In the end everyone is on their own,
You love defending the master, at his heel.
I will do as I'm told, carry on with a heavy heart,
This way of life will tear us all apart,
I bid you adieu, time to be swallowed whole
By societies ever oppressive ways and greed,
Become what people want, never what they need.
It's the worlds end, like anyone pretends they are aware,
And in the end it seems that no one was really there,
And in reality, no one even cares.
The love bug bit me
I don't know quite what hit me
It all is within each of us you see?
It's all about how love is free.
Don't be blind, being vain is what's desired,
It's about the ones who get left behind,
Please remember them, they are "easily fired,"
In a while they will be "found so vile,"
No one wants to be with them, they "have no style,"
It's this sort of person who deserves love most,
It isn't real if being good for
The "in-crowd" is what you boast.
right in the face of all the everyday reports
about disasters near and far
why do we not remember
the beauty of our world
the people whom we know
who are quite wonderful and do great things
day in day out without much clanging
of media cymbals or rewards
the teenager who saves a drowning man
thinks s/he just did the natural thing
the union woman in the protest march for better wages
believes it’s simply natural to march
the officer leading a child that lost its way
home to the parents
the neighbor noticing that her best friend next door
has not picked up her morning paper
et cetera et cetera
they are the unremembered heroes
of our daily lives
methinks our media are too obsessed
with all the bad news in the world
and over that simply forget
that it’s the good things which allow them to report
also the less enticing aspects of mankind
Preciousness in a bite
It is the taste of hope
That I choose to savour
After every bitter tragedy
Sweetness in a breath
It is the scent of hope
That I choose to take in
After every stench of disappointment
Gentleness in a look
It is the sight of hope
That I choose to see
After every soreness in the eye
Bliss in a thought
It is the memory of hope
That I choose to remember
After every pound of headache
Happiness in a soul
It is the feeling of hope
That I choose to feel
After every shattering of the heart