May my soul be the one to settle you,
When there is no peace to be found.
And my hands be the ones to lift you up,
When you've fallen to the ground.
May my lips be the ones to whisper,
All the words that you so need to hear,
And my shoulder be the one you cry on,
When you lose something very dear.
May my ears be the ones that listen to,
All the things you are longing to say,
And my knees be the ones at the altar,
When you can't find the strength to pray.
May my eyes lead you out of the darkness,
When you've become unable to see,
Please allow me to do all of this for you,
Because you've done all of this for me.

Words of love that have long since past,
As the breathless state just could not last,
Just as a pardon, by the sinner, is forgot,
Or as a winner's waste of a lifetime's lot,
Just as seasons do come and seasons do go,
And the truth disturbs all we used to know,
Just as an instant can blemish many years,
Or simple joy is replaced by mixed up tears,
Just as a lie makes the worst foe of a friend,
All things do hurry to their own end.

To a life that's been unlived,
For many, many years,
It takes so very little effort,
To stem the useless tears.
Accepting that the minimum,
Is enough to just get by,
That most attempts to smile,
Will end with only sigh.
But if offered just an instant,
One single sparkling chance,
To Live, oh yes to truly live,
Would it dare to dance?

I believe that I shall dress in white,
And make solitude my friend.
Shut the doors and bar them tight,
Myself be it's own end.
For my eyes have seen enough,
Of  a world for me.. forbidden.
If there be diamonds in the rough,
They've been too well hidden.
Though little I've been witness to,
Oh, what power! Oh, what might!
To make so much of oh so few,
And dress me up in white!

The gun was pointed long ago,
And pointed right at me.
So close... that the barrel,
Was all that I could see.
And then accustom took it's hold,
So I carried on the same.
But then it shifted awful slight,
And found a better aim.
Holding just such a disposition,
( I discern better than some,)
That there was no mistaking,
What was about to come.
And so I had to choose an option,
Though they all were poor,
I must have chose the worst because,
I never saw the door.
And I'll never know who pulled it,
Were you? or I? to blame?
The cocking of that trigger?
I heard it say my name.

Deafen my ears, so the words won't ring,
And numb my heart, so the pain won't sting,
Dull my mind, so I'll envision not,
Days of a love that's now forgot.
Blind my eyes so that I won't see,
The indifference when you look at me,
Stiffen my back to carry to my pride,
So you'll never know the pain inside,
And upon my face, please fix a smile,
So that I will appear okay a while,
Awaken me, keep the dreams at bay,
Seal my lips so that they won't say,
"Your love was where all hope was bred,
And without it, all my hope is dead."

You are in every shadow,
And every dim lit place.
And in every dusk filled crevice,
I think I see your face.
You are in every sunbeam,
And shine too bright to see.
But whenever I feel warm,
It's 'cos you are with me.
You're in every single smile,
That my lips ever make.
And in every single thought,
And in every chance I take.
You are every single beat,
In my ever-hopeful heart,
And the only source of comfort,
When my whole world falls apart.
May our whispers be uplifted,
To the angels on the wind.
So by GOD's grace we can be,
Together, my dear friend.

Life would hold no consequence,
If not for certain death,
For granted we'd take the hours and days ,
If endless be our breath.

Truth needs not be embellished,
Nor decorated, nor placed in ornate field,
For it is beauty of itself,
Whether hidden or revealed.
It promises no virtue,
It promises no glee,
But by it's very nature,
It is just as it should be.
While flattery leads to common,
And pretense takes it's care ,
Truth becomes more valuable ,
Because it is more rare.
I'd deafen my ears forever,
To a hundred praises heard ,
For just a minute hint of truth,
In a simple honest word.
Truth needs not be embellished,
Nor decorated, nor placed in ornate field,
For it is beauty of itself,
Whether hidden or revealed.

One day, I'll find the perfect place,
On a hill with lonesome tree.
And if not but behind closed eyes,
You will be there with me.
You will write of our beauty,
With your old quill pen,
Beauty behind our dull eyes,
Of days that should've been.
Of a love that we both carried,
Yet somehow could not touch,
For fear that we would break it,
Perhaps we loved too much.
Your pen will assuage the pain,
And erase mistakes away,
On a hill with lonesome tree,
I'll one day go to stay.

Spare me from suburbia.
I hate the chatter.
And the cookie cutter houses.
And people worrying about what shade of Estee Lauder they need to look 20 years younger.
The bigger the SUV ...the better.
Yeah that's my saying too.
Oh yes it's Doggy Spa day! yippee.
Freakin morons.
Put your Gucci shades back on quick before you get to the underpass and see the man who fought for your freedom so that you can enjoy your Sushi on the right side of town, begging for anything you can spare.
But thats right you have nothing to give, do you.
I mean you couldn't possibly dip into the college fund for little Jessica, who by the way is snorting blow as we speak, in the projects across the tracks, while you think she is attending the high school pep rally, as all good cheerleaders do.
And you might want to slow down just a little bit, because if you reach your hubby's highrise office even just one minute ahead of schedule, Candy won't have time to push her skirt back down, wipe her mouth, and re apply her reading glasses, before you enter...and that would be a bit uncomfortable , don't you think?
Maybe you just better turn around altogether and head back to suburbia baby!
There's a reason you are called a stay-at-home mom.
It's the safest place for you...trust me.
Reality causes varicose veins and then you would need emergency laser surgery to correct it, which would interefere with your PTA meeting this afternoon.

I hear no more the heavy silence,
Of an empty room,
Nor stare into the utter blackness,
Of a long sealed tomb.
Nor feel the ****** of icy rain,
In a winters midst.
Not since the very moment,
That I was first kissed.
By waves of simple melody,
From lips that spoke so true.
And by sunbeams that were yielded,
From eyes of deepest blue,
And by love's wind that aided,
The hope to lift the mist,
To reveal the very moment,
That I was first kissed.

The latest ***** ballad,
Is learned but in a day,
So natural is the melody,
That leads a soul astray.
The ensemble, ..it progresses,
A crescendo’s on the way,
Each man’s key is identical,
As if all were “born to play.”
And yet I still take note of,
A tune, less oft’; more true,
As rare as its own innocence,
And performed by very few.
A beat now out of rhythm,
A chord struck out in vain,
Spare my heart’s ear..that listens,
Fearing it won’t hear again.

Straight back chairs and tiny round tables,
Nearby Homer and Aesop's fables,
Stoic posture and wire-rimmed glasses,
All gather together after classes.

A new scent, yet familiar,
Arrives with October air.
Diluting the final fragrance,
Of spring's intial flair.

A welcome usher,....wind;
Accustom to depart;
Blows the stagnant perfume,
That summer did impart.

Breath with much less effort,
The soul inspires yet,
To a pure and vacant aroma,
Lest heaven we forget.

Dreams that seep through crevices,
As we drop them at our feet,
Just as when all hope departs,
The heart slows down it beat.

Lame and injured...soul and mind,
Enjoy no quickened breath,
Abandoned dreams and hopelessness,
Bring but an early death.

Exposition?, well it always comes,
At the worst time...that is sure.
And no matter what - the dust will settle.
You've heard this all before.
Just how will your own delusions
Be exposed to you in the end?
Will the sky come falling down,
Or will the devil himself ascend.
It is promised, one day soon,
Like thief in dead of night,
To enter in, strike hard and fast,
And bring the wrongs to light.
And left there without any truth,
And no faith with which to bear,
The weight of your regrets and lies,
To fall dead from your despair.
And so to each - his own delusion!
Believe just what you will!
But I have found believing,
Just makes the soul quite ill.

Well it's certainly been an interesting day.
Oh! so many words that I could say!
Explicatives said with zest.
The four letter ones are the best!

Where will thy spirit settle,
For it has known...
Beauty in the reeds,
Peace upon the shore,
Sanctity of an empty horizon.
Yet returns to the helm restless every time.
Unsatisfied yet unweary.
Unanchored yet still tied.
Riding whims waves,
At its own mercy.
Seeking a harbor to find one,
and yet another...
Only to turn its sail away,
And return to the helm once again.
Will the current ever breach the captain's will?

Stunned as one who has lost focus,
By spinning with closed eyes,
Until the brain leeches skull,
And reality only sighs.
Groping for the ground,
Perplexed and weak and worn,
Between the place of right and wrong,
Of lies and truth be torn.

The smoking vessel,
Could not hide,
Its billowing fumes,
Nor hold inside,
The poisonous air,
Once reason died,
And mingled with,
Extinguished pride.

The happiest season of my life.
Was the one when I met you.
When a few shared simple words,
Made the whole world new.

When we would talk for hours,
And pull all the details out,
Of how both of our lives were going,
And of what they were without.

I could feel your thoughts on me,
While mine were visiting you,
But so subtly everything did change,
As seasons always do.

Can we wait this out a little longer,
Hold our breath with fingers crossed?
For our season is sure to return again,
And bring back what we lost.

Ever present, though never here.
You are the one I hold most dear.

Perhaps the absence is the bait,
That snares my soul unto this state.

Of hopefulness, that's never sated,
For a love that's long awaited.

But if it called upon my door,
I dare not answer..this is sure.

For fear of what might be exposed,
'Tis best to leave my door full closed.

For while your eyes can't fix my face,
I am my own self, (my own disgrace,)

Hope lives on, while apart from near,
You are the one I hold most dear.

We are granted little glimpses of heaven,
All throughout our life.
Noticed less in joyful times,
But more so during strife.

The outstretched hands of the sun,
Reaching through the trees,
Enduring the heat, insufferable,
But then - a transient breeze.

An infant staring across a room,
Who seems to seek your heart.
A friends who helps glue the pieces back,
When everything falls apart.

A hug from an unexpected source,
That diffuses all your pain,
The twinkling of the wild grass,
After a summer's rain.

A smile from an uncertain stranger,
That identifies your need,
Knowing your prayer is answered,
The very instant that you plead.

A lazy day without any rush,
When all the chores are done,
Laughter born of your very soul,
Just when life has lost all fun.

The privilege to hold a dying hand,
The relief of a second chance,
Are just a few little glimpses of heaven,
All that we must do....is glance.

1.   Chew 3 pieces of Grape Hubba Bubba at the same time.

2.   Wash your car in the rain in your bathing suit.

3.   Walk in and out of a store over and over again just to be greeted  
       repetitively. (this works best at Racetrak and Cici's Pizza)

4.   Wear comfortable clothes.

5.   Stop caring what you look like.

6.   Sing loudly in your car without any music (even at redlights), with your
      windows rolled down.

7.   Swing, for heaven's sake, swing at the playground.

8.   Be nice to everyone, even the snotty retail girl.

9.   Go to a church where every Sunday the hairs stand up on your arms
      because you feel the presence of GOD.

10.  Visit an old cemetery and just sit for a while.

11.  Say "I love you" at the end of every phone call, especially to the bill
       collectors.

12.  Play a video game with your kids, just so they can laugh at how bad you
       are.

13.  Go without underwear one day.

14.  Read Pope and the Bible.

15.  Once a month eat whatever you want and however much of it you want.

16.  Work out.

17.  Snuggle with the warm body of someone who loves you.

18.  Let a dog lick your face. (it's really not that bad)

19.  Call a random number just to say "hi" to the person who answers.

20.  Be yourself so others can know who you truly are.

Neglect in past has offered to pain,
A Subtlety of a kind,
A numbness to even death itself,
That is hard to find.
So your departure was just in time,
To subdue me for one more great.
This pressure is mine and I will bear it,
So goes and so goes Fate.

You don't seem to understand,
But you seem to hear.
You try to whisper something,
But the words aren't very clear.
Soon you will not talk at all.
They say that time is near.
That we've shared our final look,
Is my biggest fear.

I finally had to leave your room,
It hurt too much to stay.
I just can't sit there helpless,
Not knowing what to say.
Wondering if you even know,
That I am there anyway.
More use am I in the chapel,
At least there I can pray.

I can"t act strong anymore,
Be the only tearless eye,
So to comfort all the others,
Not allow myself to cry.
I've pent it up for many days,
Now I'm scared to even try.
But I think that it is my turn now,
My turn to say Goodbye.

I go now to the darkened room.
Where no one can hear me.
Where I can sob, and weep and moan.
And no one can hear me.
Where there is no shame at all,
Because no one can hear me.
Where my heart cries out for help,
And no one will hear me.