Night time is the best time for me
It's when i can be more alive
More productive and more free
I can sit back or go for a dive
A dive into my mind that sometimes
I dont want to leave
I turn off all the lights as i lay in the dark
Laying on my bed looking at the ceiling
I dont like the darkness
And I Close my eyes to see the same thing.
Whats the difference.
Why does the darkness surround me to the point that its lies are holding me back from the light handing me the truth.
Why cant i pull the ones i love out of the dark hole that the bad dug for itself
I know i know. I can't use force
And if its not my work
My hands shouldn't be *****
I can turn on the lights so everyone can see
Just so they can open their eyes and mind
But when the truth goes against what you believe
You'll have no choice but to accept that there is darkness everywhere.
Ive been in the darkness.
Ive been in the shadows
Ive been a puppet
Ive been in the negativity
I was that kind caring person who catered To other people's selfish intentions.
Was..... I was...
It hurts moving on.  But it hurts even more to stay in the darkness after seeing the light.

He raised me the old-fashioned way
Never spared the rod
Worked daylight to dark
Except for Sundays
Never heard him say
His life was hard
Taught me to drive a stick
To hunt, to fish, to throw a lick
And how to take one

Good times fly by
Years fade away
Yesterday dies
Time cries

Daddy was a good ol' boy
I'm talkin' about them good ol' boys
They're the heart of the South
Them good ol' boys
Well they're about as good as it gets

He gave up all the boyhood dreams
And plans he'd laid  
So that I'd have some
Sometimes he'd speak and gaze
A glimpse of better days
Back on the farm
I can just see him now singin'
"Not Fade Away" and "True Love Ways"
There in the sun

Good times fly by
Years fade away
Yesterday dies
Time cries

Daddy was a good ol' boy
I'm talkin' about them good ol' boys
They're the heart of the South
Them good ol' boys
Well they're about as good as it gets

I carry his picture in my wallet
Together with his boyhood dreams
The picture is of him at 12 years old
My wallet's bustin' out at the seams

Time cries out for them good ol' boys
I'm talkin' about them good ol' boys
They're the heart of the South
Them good ol' boys
My Daddy was as good as it gets

Time cries out
For the heart of the South

Time cries out
For the heart of the South

Time cries out...
Time cries out...
Time cries out...

© Jason Cole

Amid morning chaos
eyes that won't open
and certainly won't shut
I
    see
             you.
A not so distant memory
still vibrant
edges barely fading.
I can still taste your kisses
like a light spring shower -
the calm before
the ensuing storm.
Every
            inch
                       of
                              you
Aflame in memory
a fire too hot to extinguish
yet I am not wholly consumed.
You stole my mind
before you acquired my heart.
A
     love
               like
                        that
irreplaceable.

mother was right
she always was
I know for certain
you can't make people
love you not really
you can guilt a smile
contrarily though
the real thing
comes naturally
by its own terms
by no means will
you be welcome
to the radiance
if you walk in
by your own terms
do not try anything
without an invitation

As time rains over me,
It washes the pain away.