I took for granted everything,
colors of every hue.
I didn’t know those colors
filled my world because of you.
 
So, like the fool I am
I let you go, too blind to see
that on my own I am just alone
and things turned out to be
 
where colors slowly slipped away,
the yellows, greens and blues.
And now the only color left…
is the memory of you.

Curled up in the corner in dead of the night.
Afraid of darkness and praying for light.
 
Eyes peer from the ceiling. Hands reach from the floor.
Hearts beat from the walls, and he stands at the door.
 
No chemical shields me. No masquerade hides.
The sweat of my body, the fear in my eyes.
 
He’s pounding and pounding and growing in strength.
He’s growing in hunger and looking for prey.
 
He whispers to call me from deep in my mind.
With lies and with luring each weakness he finds.
 
But I know what he wants yes, I know where it leads.
I’ve scars to remind me of all the past deeds.
 
But the door he can’t open and that’s why he calls.
So, I’m curled in the corner… afraid that I’ll fall.

The feeling
haunts me
time and time again.
I feel it as it’s coming
like a scent upon the wind.
 
Like wind across the predator
wafts out to warn the prey.
So likewise, all I know and feel
screams, “turn and run away!”
 
But something deep inside me
in a way I can’t explain,
finds pleasure in the desecration,
need inside the pain.
 
So, mind and heart and faculty
drink of the traitor’s blood,
and render my will helpless
like a reed against the flood.
 
Then yet again I falter
for I now become as they.
The predator has full control…
I want to be the prey.

Have you perhaps held on too long
to the place that you call home?
Have you let too much time slip by,
avoiding the unknown?
 
It’s hard not to be scared of change,
it happens naturally.
The risk of taking chances, yes
it’s pure anxiety.
 
But staying in this place is death,
you’re meant to rise and grow.
Your heart is meant to be your guide,
trust it and just let go.
 
If you stay here, you’ll just get old.
Your dreams you’ll never find.
So, take this chance, depart…
and leave this old place far behind.

There’s a corner of eternity
where I’ve built a simple home.
A place that I can go to
when I want to be alone.

A place where winds of
time and space glide gently
through the air.

A place each time I leave,
I’m longing,
wishing I were there.

We deal with many things in life,
so much that brings us down.
We swim through burdens, paddling,
hoping that we will not drown.

I guess we all have to survive,
we have to make our way.
But there is more to life than that,
you have to get away.

Follow your dreams
and wonderous things,
allow your mind to go
to places where your body can’t
and if you do, you’ll know –

that Heaven is inside of you.
You’ll find that you’re still there.
Go find your corner of it,
build your home and rest from care.

Two birds left the nest after they had learned to fly,
setting off to find what the world has got to give.
Each had what it takes to ascend into the sky,
but each bird also had different reasons why they lived.

One lived a life to soar above, his days spent in the air.
The other lived to gather in and build a stable home.
One was carefree enjoying daily views beyond compare.
The other busy always finding better sticks and stones.

As time went on, the bird who soared had many tales to tell,
all his adventures often were the envy of the cast.
But time, it never stops so when his final moments fell
he was alone when he slipped silently into the past.

The bird who built a home found love and raised a family.
He spent his days so busy, with his daughters and his sons.
From time to time he thought of all the views he didn’t see.
But he thought it was worth it, for he knew when he was done

he’d leave a heritage behind. Those who would carry on,
a family and a legacy to stand the test of time.
Now time has passed, this tale has since become an old folk song,
something that we can sing as we consider and align

the choices that we make with what we want to get from life.
It is true our lives are nothing but the choices that me make.
They add up to what is to us - the sharp edge of the knife.
So, make your choices carefully, I plead for goodness' sake.

I sometimes sit awake at night
unsure what I should do,
swimming through my thoughts
yeah, all the worries of the day.
I guess I like the solitude,
although I’m feeling blue
there in the quiet moonlight
softly, God opens the way.

In dim of night he reassures,
a peace rests in the air.
The things I want to worry of,
they simply melt away,
replaced by visions of what most times
I am unaware.
It makes me want transcend time
and in that moment stay.

But soon it’s time for sleep,
in parting, God assures one thing -
that amidst all the toil and strife
he’ll be returning soon.
I drift off without care of what
the next day’s going bring,
blessed by what I felt and learned…
by the light of the moon.