Daddy, spend some time with me,
it’s all I really need.

It doesn’t have to be that much,
let’s go do simple things.

Help me remember times back when
I was a little girl,

when you called me your princess doll,
back when you used to twirl

me round and round. You’d tossed me high,
just simply having fun.

So, Daddy let’s go be carefree,
make me feel I’m the one

who’s still your princess doll.
Yeah, let’s go spend a little time,

pretending like forever
I am yours and you are mine.

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.

You wished upon a star
and got left out in the rain.
You gave it all your heart
and it just got broke again.

Oh… It just got broke again.

You dressed unto the nines,
now I guess he’ll never see.
You painted a whole world, clearly it
is not meant to be.

Not meant to be.
Oh… not meant to be.

He let you down again
now you’re sick of this pain,
from Baltimore to somewhere
should you get onto that train?

Oh… get on to that train.
Oh… get on to that train.
Oh… get on to that train.

How vast is the reach of the universe wide?
How great be the distance between mind and eyes?
How far in both ways does the length of time go?
What distance exists between God and each soul?
 
Illusive the answer to each of these be.
Perspective controls how we think, what we see,
how we judge and interpret the concepts at hand,
the things we consider and just where we stand.
 
We all live in bubbles of what we believe.
We think we see what everybody else sees.
But that which we see at the end of the day
is through a glass, darkly, yeah just like they say,
and someday we’re all in for quite a surprise…
when we learn the distance between mind and eyes.

1 Corinthians 13: 10-12

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.

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.

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.

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.

Dim lit, damp and distant corner
torn from dream of vapor’s fold.
Slow descent to worlds divided,
nothing hot and nothing cold.
 
Long ago this soul forgotten,
cast off in the ides of youth.
Un-forgiven deeds left hiding
beneath the stone of burden’s proof.
 
Wait to see if fate redeems her.
Wait to hear if time repeals.
Sentence passed down just to mar her.
Word and deed like flint and steel.
 
‘Jezebel!’ they mock to call her,
waging war against the skin.
Pressed on by the mob’s directive,
let the judgment now begin.
 
Scrutinize each blood-stained footprint
left across the ice drawn field.
Hide the ones who hold her province.
Never bend. No, never yield.
 
For from that damp and distant corner
ever flows the world of hate
through the veins of those who think they…
hold the key to Heaven’s gate.

I thought to change one hair tonight
from white to black, atop my head.
It seemed a try would be alright
while lying here upon my bed.
 
I called out to the powers that be
in all their forms amidst the sky,
but nothing changed at all for me
though I had given my best try.
 
I guess it’s human nature
to control the things at hand.
To try and make sure everything
works out the way you planned.
 
We swear upon by the heavens
and it brings down all the rain.
We swear upon the earth and find
it only leads to pain.
 
We swear upon our heads and find out
just how much we lack,
for we cannot so much as make...
one white hair turn to black.
 
... Ref Matthew 5:33-36

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.

We never seem to line things up.
Why is it such a fight?
We circle round and round again
but nothing turns out right.
We spread our wings into the wind
both self-emerged in flight,
but all we end up being is…
birds passing in the night.

There’s a swirling in the sunset
and a swirling in my soul.
A swirling in my heart and mind
that never lets me go.
 
It calls me down a winding path
that twists and turns and bends.
I don’t know where it’s going
but I do know in the end
 
that it will lead me to the shore
where I can sit and see
that wonderous swirling sunset
that was painted just for me.

I think that there’s a bridge
out there somewhere,
lying distant in the winding path ahead.
One that spans across still waters,
beneath amber trees.
Just like in fairytales I’ve read.
 
I’ve only dreamt
of what might lie across its span.
I’ve pictured just how it will be
when step by step I walk,
hands gliding across its rails
as time drifts off so peacefully.
 
It keeps me going, hoping
that I’ll find it there.
That someday when my journey’s done,
I’ll walk around that final corner
of my time,
and find that bridge there in the sun.
 
Then I suppose I’ll pause
a moment to reflect,
while standing there, ready to cross.
I’m sure I’ll be in awe,
not knowing what to think.
I’m sure that I’ll be at a loss
 
for what to say, but then I guess
there’ll be no words
that will need saying,
I’ll just take the steps and go.
I’ll walk across that bridge
then I will finally be…
back in the place we all call home.

A million ways to spend a day
not tried them all but have to say,
 
that if I had the way to when
I’d quiet find and open then
 
the pages of the poet’s hand.
Then fly away to distant land,
 
or feel the fire of deep desire,
submersed in words, I’d never tire.
 
Or float through worlds that few have known,
no boundaries there, no thoughts of home,
 
nor caring what is real or dream
as feelings flow like crystal streams.
 
Which feelings I am lost to find
inside my heart, inside my mind.
 
In daily walk amongst the dead,
cast to the sea with boots of lead.
 
I feel that I would drown and die,
my only hope the thought that I
 
can find again the way to when
I’m all alone with such a friend -
 
the healing words of poet’s hand…
the only words I understand.

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.