Back in the day my Grandpa'd say,
When neighbors lived down there a ways.
He had a horse could jump the moon,
And he'd scoop up stars with a spoon.

And everything my Grandpa'd say,
I knew it for the truth.
But Grandma she would wink her eye,
And shake her head taboot.

I played in fields my Grandpa plowed,
while Grandma set the seeds.
And Grandpa'd find a worm or two,
and throw them at my feet.

And after dinner Grandpa'd sit and
talk about the time, the dust blew in
so thick that you could cut it with a knife.
And Grandma never blinked an eye.

These politicians are lying, and the children are dying, and mothers are crying, and why the **** are we fighting when we should be uniting and all of this writing don't do ****... Man I need a vacation from this sicking nation, with all it trivialization, I need some civilization, THIS ain't Any gods creation... Forget about nationality, I got to stop watchin reality or I'm gona become a fatality, where the HELL is morality, how bout some congeniality? Hey stop watchin television before you lose your own vision, you got get up and make a decision,we need a total world revision, and all this writing don't do ****...

Youth runs hot, shinning souls consumed by desire.
On a search, they look for love to acquire.
But life walks by and shine does fade,
And all are in a masquerade.

It is as Heathcliff and his Kathy, they lost their love for pride.
If ether one had shown their face, would Kathy be his bride?
But life walks by and scars are made,
And all are in the masquerade.

Will you be as Ahab was, relentless for his whale.
If he had looked without his mask, would wind still hold his sails?
But life walks by and some do die,
And still goes on the masquerade.

Or will you be as the Phantom, searching for Christine.
But in the end it is Christine that finds true beauty hidden.
But life walks by and some scars fade.
And still some play the masquerade.

I beg you live your lives with passion, don't give yourself to fear.
For it is in  life's darkest hours that true beauty does appear.
To look beyond life's ugly scars, to see a heart in all it's pain...
And love despite.


Do search you for your strange duet, and be not afraid to lift his mask.
For therein is where true beauty lies... And life walks by.

Winter
Wind blows cold and hard.
Snow drifts high along a fence.
Trees are trimmed in white.

Spring
River cold as ice.
Runs swiftly on its journey,
Down the mountain side.