I shutter,
At the thought of the death of another,
Bothered by the thoughts of the other,
Side of life,
So twisted in strife,
I cry out,
Please show me!
The way to live, a life worth living,
To see a sky worth seeing,
To become a being worth being,


All my days, I lose my self,
To selfless thoughts that slow my time,
That keep me from keeping on in time,
I will give that which is not mine,
To the One who knows that Ancient Song,
Of Purity forever,
In the trance of Christ,
In the peace and might,
In the joy and Love,
That comes from above


My King,
My God,
My Savior Lord,
Who lives on high,
And died on low,
So that I may be,
As white as snow

hold your head up high
like a fightin' rooster
**** your walk like you used to

talk and squawk
screech and yell
scratch holes in the earth
fight like hell

rip through the rain
ride on the wind
run fast and firm and free again

cry out loud at the break of dawn
you can make the sun your own
send it on up and roll it around

make it smile
make the sun smile
and light your eyes
and paint your feathers

get your head up high
like a fightin' rooster
let us stand together
never mind the weather
blood is forever

©Jason Cole

I spin,
Like a candle burning dimly lit in the dark September fields,
Slowly I search the vast horizon,
For anything that looks real,
Or tastes real,
Like a burdened thinker of thoughts, I am lost in the veins a-tossed the grains,
Like fallen Angels these evil's be,
Like dead carcasses' of broken trees,
Or human beings in line for death,
Or death in line to be human,
Can death at all become human,
For you and I,
I'd live to die