It’s clear to me what I’m doing
I’m waiting for something to happen
Waiting for love to introduce itself
Waiting for my soul to walk in

I don’t feel alone so much
Just wondering if this is the way it will be
I know so much about my own life
But what about the days standing in front of me?

I don’t know if I’m planting or harvesting
Or am I a ghost town with memories nobody can guess?
Every time I played the fool I stayed awake alone
But those times are gone and I’m still the same

I wonder if anyone loved me like I loved them
When we sail on we can only see what sets
I’ve been told more than once about living alone
But my dream remembers what yours forgets

I don’t know if I’m awake or asleep
Or is it that I’m not trying like I did when I was fearless
Every time you played the fool I stayed awake alone
Those times are gone because you won’t call my name

though i say
despair will not take hold of my heart
it is a lie instead that has found a home
and though i say
neither worry nor indifference shall reign
it is a sad moment that does not care
and a wasted one that does

though i say
i once knew a dead man
it was long before he passed this earth
and though i say
i prefer to remember that which is good
that is not the life that was lived
and i know this because it was me

though i say
there is not enough knowledge in me to matter
it was the amnesia of my Father that taught me best
and though i say
he could not find the day that once was
what he knew was his life was worth any ending
and so too a reflection that awaits the ripples of a stone

They made him carry a cross
They whipped him until he bled
Why would a God allow
What no man can endure
And as he fell once again
His neighbor remembered what he said

They nailed his feet without mercy
And then his hands
He cried out to save them
They know not what they do
It was greater than loaves and fishes
Forgiveness they could never understand

They lanced his side
Though he was already dead
When water poured out
They filled their cups
And before they could drink of it
They saw that the water was red

The took him down
And divided his clothes
What did they do with the cross
Did they burn it
Or build a church
I wonder if anybody knows

The placed him in a tomb
And sealed it with a stone
He said destroy this temple
And in three days I will rise it up
They saw it with their own eyes
Still no man was able to atone

The stone invited them in
The angels told them the news
He has risen
And when he returned
He showed them his hands
And said, this church is built upon you

Disturbing images of reality
you finally looked
Reflections of a mad child
you raised him
Sample whiskey plate dream
your escape plan
A year ago knowing nothing
where you began
Reduced to what is lacking
it must be dealt with
Anything wrong is the scope
that's all there is
Recent polls do not know you
are you surprised
A conversation never happened
you didn't listen
Good night is no longer useful
it never was
Failure never felt so good
you became human
Walking forest contemplative
it survived the fire
What is going to happen tomorrow
only free will can say no

My face is changing, I know it
Like sand dunes after high tide
Spread about, white with no end
Seaweed hair, tossed, unable to hide

People leave footprints, looking
The shells left behind don’t last long
Sand dollar smiles, conch wisdom
So much to say, I hope it’s not wrong

I’m glad someone thinks I’m worth it
Though the ocean beckons, I’m close by
Lay your towel down, I will warm your soul
Shifting time sands, either a laugh or cry

You burned your feet, I’m so sorry
Shadows became night, they felt a chill
I can’t get it right, the sun or the moon
My life can only bend to the wind’s will

Laying prone next to death which may or may not be my neighbor; knowing that nothing I remember will save me; knowledge, useless knowledge, a required accompaniment to my carefully selected claret smiling with assurance as I infringe upon their right to object to the depths of my retort.

A wrinkled sheet ignored but useful in its random spread across my torso draws the sweat from my pores as I save the planet from my presence while the restlessness of unmerciful insomnia instills a quiet uselessness to my thoughts which I egocentrically assume will yield prose worthy of public display.

As the knowing is swallowed whole, as the last hardened cheese ******* on a plate, it becomes relevant to believe in anything unproven as further observed phenomena is no more or less a sequel to a play yet to be understood by genius or idiocy whose consciousness rival one another in their need to be loved by a suffering mother.

The bullet crosses the boundary between dream and threat into an assumed position of relevance in every step I take towards a repetitive life filtered only by the need for a decision; unhappy with or without; each the same yet held aloft by the delusion of a chance encounter with a heart I will use but never protect.

I don't want to be the goodbye in you
I just want you to be the hello in me
Don't think about making up your mind
Being a friend is not about how it ends
Time and emotion are both the same
May your feelings be the same as mine

Time reveals all that is true
But will never tell us what to do
It does not rule fate or reveal it's whim
Neither can it feel the struggle within
It is only the heart that can truly act
For though time is spoken as fact
It cannot hear our cries or decide who is worthy
But will reward well those who choose mercy

You know I've been there babe
It doesn't mean I want to go back
It just means I know why
I know why you can't go there

I can't prove anything to you
It's just the chance you have to take
It's the same way for me
You have as much power as I do

Where do we go now?
Where is our safe place?
Is it a place or a time
I think you're worth it
Forget the places I've been
I'm ready for you to move in

You know I've felt it babe
I thought somebody was the one
That kind of hope is hard to replace
Especially when it hurts so bad

Where do we go now?
Where is our safe place?
I know love is worth it
But I won't know if this is it
Until enough time passes
Do you have time enough for me?

there comes a time
you do things for yourself
to yourself
but now you need to talk
lullabies at night
as the clock watches you
quietly becoming time
becoming
words
becoming
desire
becoming
desperation
becoming
you
becoming
time
­for waiting
for love
for you
for you
for you

I keep searching for answers
But there’s none to be found
Everybody's waiting for the end
Problems make the world go round

My friend says, “It’s almost over”
I hear it every day
He smiles when he says it
It’s as if he is ready to lay

It’s almost over
But when will we know?
It’s almost over
It’s time to let it go
Time to let it go

There’s too many mouths to feed
And too many playing the game
Nobody has the answers
But they know who to blame

Could it be in your reflection?
Maybe that's too simple
Someone told you to look
But all you see is your temple

It’s almost over
There's no room to grow
It’s almost over
It’s time to let it go
Time to let it go

The more we want
The less we receive
No matter how much we try
The poor always grieve
God said pour the oil on my feet
Because I won’t always be here
He was right you know
The streets are filled with tears

It’s almost over
What debt will you owe?
It’s almost over
It’s time to let it go
Time to let it go

I don’t know what to believe anymore
And I don’t remember what we believed before
People are dying and killing but that’s nothing new
Something’s different now, that much is true
Everybody wants their rights written down
Every bullet wants to travel to the other side of town
Though candles stand atop burning wax that is poured
The only light that can see is the tip of a sword

Everybody hates them until they need them
Just like lawyers we pay to lie to those that condemn
We never miss a chance to parch another man’s thirst
The easiest thing for us to do is to assume the worst
Go ahead and believe the man you’ve been told about
You pretend you’re a dead head but you’re too afraid to doubt
To say how you feel is to tell everyone you commit to your word
Even if giving your word means you feel the tip of a sword

We forgot about faith because the compass could no longer give
But it wasn’t the book or the man we decided was too good to live
We tried to spiritualize ourselves but forgot what kindness meant
Resisting the nails we ignored scarred hands from where he was sent
Trumpet blasts warned horsemen too afraid to deliver his will
He could not decide between those who save and those who ****
Children who saw death but were told to forgive was all that roared
They grew to know that the only life to live was by the tip of a sword

He was too tired to care about much
The mistake was admiring the wrong people
He became a stranger to himself
It’s sad to find out when there’s not enough time

He started too late to make it
Now it’s too important to leave it
They say don’t go and wonder why
There’s never any reason why we live and die

He wondered which book they read
The one about the law or the one about love
He said zealots were the same as bankers
They leave envelopes in the pews and the lobby

He wanted to start as soon as he could
Thought there were knots he still had to tie
But he decided the last chapter wasn’t the end
So he tore it out before that ship came in

The pages have been turned one at a time
He thought about the ending then he remembered
They said there were two paths we can follow
But when he looks back he can only see one

He thought of sands that once burned his feet
He remembered running towards the water
It was so bright it felt like being born again
The sea told his soul it’s never too late to begin

I want to be able
to know a cool summer breeze
without feeling it
I want to be able
to be satiated by a mountain spring
without drinking it
I want to be able
to reflect a sunset for lovers
without seeing it
I want to be able
to be swept away by the ocean
without swimming in it
I want to be able
to live where dark becomes light
without having to fly in it
I want to be able
to care about pain and suffering
without waiting to live it
I want to be able
to accept truth no matter what
without denying it
I want to be able
to love someone faithfully
without resenting it
I want to be able
to be a free man in my lifetime
without killing for it
I want to be able
to worship the God of my soul
without be told to do it

Until you can walk alone on your own
You cannot with someone else
You will only be carried in one direction
The one they choose
For the breezes that blow
May not fill your sails
And though the wind makes a sound
It is the quiet of uncertainty that you hear

But as I watch you suffer from loneliness
I ask to walk with someone who knows me well
Because they will understand how it must be
The way I am
How my tears no longer hide behind manhood
For the water before me must be my own
And I cannot begin my journey
Unless the path has been laid upon my emotions

Walking with someone else’s dreams
Or is it our own?
How can we know what is right or wrong?
But you can be never wrong
If courage becomes your bow
And your heart becomes your sail
Because it is who you are
And the wind is now at your back

It is better not to say anything
So many words spoken
So many promises broken
So many to be forgiving

To be human
Is to see nothing except another human

To not take but instead imitate
That which is good from within
To not judge nor begrudge
That which is an honest mistake

To be human
Is to see everything that makes them human

To know of their past struggles
Their people and their mind
To listen even if they are angry
To answer the call of their troubles

To be human
Is to see the differences that are in every human

To know they are not like you
Neither their skin or how they see
What they see from life is failure
Will you make their expectation true?

you can put notes on paper
you can think about a girl
but there's nothing about that
until someone hears your courage
it doesn't matter then
as long as you meant it
the sound of your soul
or the love in your mind
is not a lonely man's sadness
it is the way life must be existed
even if they can't hear what you mean
or a piece of paper is ripped from your heart
but my son
you think I am too old for love
that how can I know to want it
or what to do with it
but I know how I lost it
how I am afraid of it
yes I remember what it is that you want
but I also know how to survive it
and that is my curse
that I know how survive
when instead I should know how to die for it

I know the hole is there
i haven’t filled it
instead i step over it
(mercy to my past)
i can’t fill it
i won’t
it is who i am

But if i fill the hole
i must use the dirt
the dirt that was in the hole
(before it was a hole)
it’s next to the hole
and i could put it back
but it won’t be the same

To write about it
is to put the dirt back
it is your life
(it is all you know)
and it must be filled
it must be filled, right?
any way you can

Your life is in disarray
you didn’t ask for this
but you are still alive
(someone needs you)
we can’t speak our minds
unless it is art
dirt that becomes art

But must i fill the hole?
what would i accomplish
i would rather be myself
(what i have become)
so instead i speak
i’m not going to fall in
I’m not going to bury myself

I cannot deny myself
what path born to us remains?
instead it is my challenge
(to land on my feet)
i cannot live in my hole
but do not be sad for mefor
it is my light that has escaped

Falling leaves
Rising memories
A feast for the eyes
We serve one another
Love and understanding
It is the day to give thanks
For the many blessings of life
But to those who can only weep
We pray for your deliverance
And the harvest of your faith
Even though we always fall short
Because perfection is not purpose
But instead it is in how we forgive
And I too have failed my friend
As impossible as walking on water
To shower love upon my neighbor
I confess how I am unable to do so
Still I find myself sheltered in comfort
And though you have done no wrong
You have felt the sword of a mortal fate
But by the depths of your heart and soul
Your place among the blessed is reserved
For in every smile you pass along the way
There is a sadness not unlike yourself
They have not found the meaning of pain
Only the way to soothe a broken heart
In earthly treasures and a poison glass
And so from my own sadness I will ask of you
Is it the will of your smile to forgive a sinner?
For what is in you knows the weakness in me
And what is in me wants to love what is in you

I knew my love was acting too tame
Though my eyes started a tempest from within
You said you dreamed about me
But I said things that saved you from my sin

That wasn’t what you wanted to hear
You wanted me to scare you
To say things that made you feel *****
To do things you never thought you’d do

How do you treat an angel
When you want to act like the devil?
I know the things I want to tell her
I want to take it to another level

But I wasn’t really in your dream
Only your image of me was there
I don’t know the things you want
Should I keep it safe or conquer the fear?

I gave you a glass of wine
Then I kept pouring it all over you
It matched the dress I wanted undone
The purple silk gave me courage to touch you

How do you be a gentlemen
Holding doors open for a princess?
I want lock the door on morality
So your dream will die inside my darkness

I need
to know that to defend the indefensible
is not to turn your back on your race
or what is right

I need
to know that to assume inerrancy
is to make yourself God
above all light

I need
to know that our hearts are the same
as are the fears we harbor inside
for our children at night

I need
to know that those whom we accuse
and carry a badge or a sign
are black and white

I need
to know that fear is not always evil
that a mistake is not intent
but in whose sight?

I need
to know that we must come together
for our world has been weakened
by the battle we fight

There were things that she never said
She knew my heart had already been fed
But time had passed without a sound
And she hoped new lands were to be found
The man she thought who loved her well
Was a lost island that would never tell
She always loved him the way he asked
Then he would stare at things that passed
He left one day when the sun came up
And she knew because he took his cup
He traveled far but he never left town
It was his confusion that brought her down
She climbed the stairs by herself that night
There was nobody who could explain his fright
She never could hear the things he tried to say
Until the truth decided it was to be that day
She found the bed they shared crying alone
The man she loved became just another one
She heard a song about hanging by a rope
Somehow she decided there was still hope
She could only think of being found that way
What if it was him who came back to stay?
She asked Jesus to send her one more dove
Because to die like that is not to live for love

He loved what could not love him back
He could hold it in his mind for years
A purple dress in the moonlight
But really it was someone else’s woman
A ranch road driving with two friends
But really it was the stark desolation
The dry air was not so sweet to his mind
And yet the memory was pure confection

He was drowning in thorns he thought holy
Blood drawn from the body gives life
He saw a man with his hand open
And another with his closed
Their hearts felt strangely the same
Neither holding a dove or a rose
Mountains rising inside their dreams
Pushing clouds to places no one knows

The cold is never as cold as it seems
Except when you believe something
That’s not as true as it once was
An angel flying apart from the sun
Turning back for one last look
Lonely for the need of someone
She couldn’t get him to notice
Not even a glance, not even one

He no longer felt the need for a tailor
And was comfortable in dull black shoes
Passing through his mind like insects
Mere curiosities for pretension
He prepared his table for importance
In the minds of his growing children
Yet even in cold air he held open the window
His love for her could no longer remain hidden

He was too curious to ever be lonely
Without a plane he traveled the world
He could see the eyes of pain all around
Except the one that could see it in his own
The mistake was no longer caring about time
It was like a kiss that had always been alone
But when his lips parted the sun and moon
A shivering angel asked, “Will you take me home?”

Is there something that I love
Everything about it
Yes my children
And that should be enough
But is there something else
Or could it just be anything
As if anything is truly just enough
It's not tactical or cunning
It could be the right moment
But what happens then
First it doesn't last
Then you remember
And it grows in importance
It becomes a story
The part that is yours alone
And you were
Did it feel empty
Or full of who you are
Because you have to be something
To mean something
To someone else

How is that I see myself,
as the blackened waters do?

Though I cannot save it,
it walks with me,
even in ridicule
and what color is it,
from within its soul
or the light I refuse to shine?

To search for something so deep,
yet I see only a flat mirror of no depth,
except I wonder what of myself in its hands;
when the sun rises I will ask the first shadow I see,
but I will not accept any answer without proof;
too bad it cannot speak in my own voice
or its own

I seek no nobility in my pain,
only to learn of its meaning;
sometimes
I care so much I cannot sleep,
wandering instead in my mind,
yet finding nothing new
I could cut off my ear
but what would come of it?
In the light it would seem a tragedy
but in a pool of darkness it is a mere reflection
not real
just a passing time of life soon to be forgotten

I began this self-portrait where it almost ended;
at the edge of a future for which I am no longer prepared,
though I am as long from my youth as I can stretch

They look at me as if I am their future,
but I ask for mine
because that is what will become of theirs;
if it happens as I have planned
then the moment I existed in fear
was as flat as the water that silenced my courage

Would that I walk with the knowing of my fate;
not for eternity for which is promised,
but instead for tomorrow

What will it be?

A reflection of my worry
or the dream that only I can see?

One day I’m going to do it
I’m going to be truly free
I may be too old to even know
But in my mind I will see
I will see everything I ever believed
And I wonder if I will laugh or cry
Because I will be what I never was
And I will know how it is to not know why
I like to flash forward and over-expose my dream
I want to see what a distorted world it might be
In each frame the truth and the fiction alternate
As it speeds up you’ll not know if it’s you or if it’s me
I can think of every mass I ever attended
And how my Father made me stand straight
Or I can think about how stupid I was
When I told someone about their coming fate
But an old man who embarrasses his children
Is not something to aspire to become
But how can I avenge myself against those who I slaved for
If I don’t grow a beard and drink too much ***?
I want a statue on the shore of every eroded dream
I want one facing the north, the west and to the east
But ne’er the south for that is which way the wind came
A freeman must point to that which he knows least
Oh what exaggeration could I tell as the film snaps in my mind?
What words other than these in my hand could shock and awe?
How telling to desire the odd look of bemused judgment from another
For to not care of anyone or anything is the mark of freedom’s call
Yes freedom… and yet how many cannot accept a free man?
How many wish to tell me exactly what I should say, do or wear?
Can a man imprisoned in his own mind lock the door to mine?
Can an escapee be held by someone armed with mere prayer?
In what natural state of light flickered by God’s whims must I seek?
For the reel to reel that comes to my dreams can only be spliced by hope
And even if tomorrow which is all I live for never arrives
I already know what I want to be is what I am as I remove society’s rope

If I climbed a mountain
But turned back before dawn
If I climbed a mountain
But it was the wrong one
Would it mean I didn’t try hard enough?

I had a doctor give me some bad news
But it wasn’t as sad as when I made you mad
Then there was a traffic jam the other day
Something about a stalled Ford and a light gone bad
And all I can do is talk about something I once had

If I told you that I know you
But ordered the wrong drink
If I told you that I know you
But don’t know what to think
Would it mean I didn’t listen to you enough?

There’s a door next to some peeling paint
The hinges know the glory and the most of the story
We don’t know how to understand the right language
We say the wrong things when love gets too gory
But the worst part is it took this long to say I’m sorry

I knew them all;
boys really, but
factors nonetheless;
we never talked
about our parents;
what was to say
except that we
were free to be
the crazy people
we really were

I thought I was
just getting started,
but instead
everything I
needed to happen,
happened and I
can only think
of one professors
common name
because he told
me I wouldn’t

I never read
another man’s
thoughts; I only
wanted facts;
I listened to songs
because that was
the heart speaking;
but I didn’t have
the nerve to follow|
what they were
saying, so I only
tell you now

Is reality believing
or not believing; is
it a feeling or having
the nerve to ask
why he made
people who never
had a chance
while others were
born to mock them

It starts without any
allegiance except
to truth and love;
and to anyone,
because what we
must forget
is why we hate
someone we do
not know

Am I to believe
that what a friend
once said when we
were too young to
care guides the
light I thought I
saw when I read
that he died?

What is so normal
about not being
able to love like
a dog? I thought
about trying to
be what you
wanted but you
wanted me even
though I wasn’t
what you wanted

I could talk
about love but
where is it? Is
it too soon to
say that what
I once knew is
all I will know?
I could go about
things one way
or the other
but which way?

You pushed me away
After all of that
It was perfect
Your lips were ready
Then your fears made the decision
You were only a reflection of the past

You couldn’t tell the difference
I was the right one
But it was too perfect
Now your body aches
You know you made a mistake
You could only think how long it would last

I tried too hard
I thought of it before we met
I wanted it to be perfect
Now you're gone
My pleading eyes left your ears ringing
Why did you end our love so fast?

Falling from heaven
We never believe
Nobody's perfect
Especially not love
Even though for a moment I had you
The gap between faith and doubt is vast

What's on my mind?

Change
Change in me
Change in how I see

To see color
and to see love
not hate

To see history
and to accept truth
no matter what it is

To see suffering
and to suffer too
for that is empathy

To see happiness
to be happy for them
and not be jealous

To see life
to accept my choices
and not blame others

To see you
and to understand
as I ask of you

To see human
and respect their life
and not be afraid

To see a book
and to believe in grace
for faith is all I have

To ride on top of the train,
not inside
To eat only bread and salt,
not speeches
To live as only the poor would,
not talk
To be threatened by differences,
not welcomed

To humble yourself before man,
not above
To turn your heart to peace,
not hate
To see yourself as light
not flesh
To walk equally with all men,
not apart

To pray for wisdom in life,
not advantage
To pray for peace of mind,
not cunning
To pray for love of life,
not self
To pray for humanity,
not glory

Come here baby
Let's cry about it together
We're not the things we dreamed
But we have each other
Forget about what is missing
If we can't have something
Let's have something else
You love me
I know you do
I'm just on a different road
Why won't you drive my way?

I don’t know what I’ve become
I’m living in the middle of a river without a name
If I choose I do not have to recognize anyone
I feel like no nation under God
Or no church under God
But God knows he is not the one I blame

Growing old doesn’t make it easier
I know too much to work for that man over there
Farming my mind in a one-piece rainbow jumper
Walking among those who actually do
Ashamed of my fearful dignity
The money I made killed the flowers in my hair

She was a metaphor trying to take the blame
I took it literally but she thanked me anyway
Sincerity emptied my pockets
Pretension laughed at my convention
I never knew anything about that
But my thoughts treat my demons the right way

I know you and you think I don’t
But what finally struck my heart was your aim
I watched while you let yourself go
It was the only way to know
I decided you meant everything
For a moment someone wasn’t playing a game

Today wasn't fast enough
The last bus hasn't left yet
You're waving down strangers
The one who stopped said
Tomorrow is all I can spare

It's not human anymore
Deciding now or never
Time is not in charge
Waiting is not for you
So I'm gonna say I don't care

It's so easy to make trash
We do it all the time
I didn't think of myself like that
But you reminded me again
Without you I was never there

There is no certainty in grief
There was so much upon which to depend
Now we must learn to live without
And hope part of us rose with our friend

I finally found a pulpit in my heart
My passion for life rings its own bell
I once baptized myself in your water
Now my cup draws from my own well

I wonder about my time
And how it is spent
So much is unseen but felt
How can I know from whom it was sent?

But where does our laughter go
And our times of sadness
Does it scorch our souls
Or vanish into forgetfulness?

It is of no matter
For what is the worth
In the things we measure
If we cannot take them from earth?

I finally became a dreamer
When I learned to see through my own eyes
But you have become restless
With my constant goodbyes

To where I must go
To places only I can see
It holds strong to my life
Because I mistakenly set yours free

As the night covers my mind
I will listen to each song again
While the silent air whispers
Stories of a long lost friend

I could speak in melancholy
But I want to ask you first
Do you mind the feeling of sorrow
Or should I wait until it happens to you?

When your beauty will fail you
When you fall in love wrongly
Your naked grip on his arm
Will not hold onto mine as tightly

The difference between intellect
And humanity is sentiment
They do not wish to be seduced
Instead it is better to run in place

It’s lonely waiting for the next life
We know we are right in this one
But you’re too young or too distant
So when I touch down I’ll look for you

I have found peace
Boredom will bear my scars

My mind has become a discovery

It is an island at sea
It is a mountain peak
It is a place to be free

I traveled to a place
And retained my senses
But that was all I brought
Not my memories
Not my heartaches
Not my desires

Only my senses

The canvas was blank
I wanted to borrow colors
And steal the things I see
It was a chance to be new
I wanted something good
But it didn’t have to be

I took all the stars
And herded them to one side
I wanted to see how far darkness went
But the only thing that could penetrate was light
So did I find the end of the light
Or the end of the darkness?

Regardless the answer
I asked the question
And I forgot about anything
And anybody

That's the point

It’s so easy if you let go
It's your place
Somebody may fit
But it's still yours
And it's good

Let go of the outside
Let go of what was said against you
Let go of being alone

Because you’re not

The sun shadowed by trees wiping off the morning dew
There’s nothing new about that
Except that the tree finally grew taller than my memories of you
The flashes of light told me what I knew would happen anyway
Because water made the soil too lonely
And your tears do not care for light that reminds you of yesterday

How could I make you love someone who you thought was me
But you know why you did it
And now black clouds dampen the hope that I came to see
We thought what to make of a life that couldn’t wait for us to begin
New flowers grow where I once walked
And what once lived for your love wonders where you’ve been

Rising from love to love
Stepping on the rungs of pain
Looking deep into hope's eyes
Wondering if it will hurt again

You were the next one
Your beauty all I needed to see
Willing to take one more chance
I was ready to believe

True love has no past
There's nothing to compare it to
Memories of the past die
When you meet the one for you

What did I do with my time?
I can't even remember a name
Was I really that aimless?
They all just seemed the same

You are the one for me
It all finally seems real
I'm not looking for the door
I want to tell you how I feel

True love has no past
There's nothing to compare it to
Memories of the past die
When you meet the one for you

Don't be jealous of yesterday's love
Because that's not what it was
Don't be afraid it tempts me
Because there's no way it does
I could never go back
To something that was not true
There's nothing there for me
Because they were never like you

True love has no past
There's nothing to compare it to
Memories of the past die
When you meet the one for you

What's behind us is not a book
It's just notes scattered on the floor
Together we will begin our story
It's what we've been looking for

Yeah... it's what we've been looking for
It's what we've been living for
It's what we've been dying for
It's what we are meant for
For you
And for me
Because true love has no past
No past
No past
No past



Copyright 2011. All Rights Reserved. Mark Lecuona

Sometimes I think you just want
You just want to offer me your faults
You're so sure of them now
You're so sure they're all out front

You want me to know them
It's as if you can't live without them
I wonder about what it is I can do
It's as if you don't want to love again

I know you're not perfect
It's sad that you think I need that
Maybe I act that way sometimes
Your beauty makes you an object

Your heart is why I'm here
I want to kiss you so badly
But it's not all you are to me
If only trust was stronger than fear

She said I’m not sorry for being real
I thought why so hard when we just met
That’s no way to start a love affair
But being strong are the only words she left

I wondered if that was a good thing
You know how people can be
She’s trying too hard to prove herself
Somebody made her feel less than me

Truth is hard
You don’t have to talk about it so much
It makes me wonder if you’re really full of doubt
You don’t have to talk about it
But is it true
Is love something you’d rather live without?

You never gave me a chance
All you can think about is your past
Too bad I wasn’t in it
Maybe you wouldn’t be so downcast

Down to earth
We both survived
We want more
Are we still alive?

Truth is hard
You don’t have to talk about it so much
It makes me wonder if you’re really full of doubt
You don’t have to talk about it
But is it true
Am I somebody you’d rather live without?

The time had come for leaving;
except I was already where I wanted to be
I could not understand sands,
that stood apart from the sea
A landing of sorts
or the door to what some may believe
It served little purpose,
for those who could not conceive

Without a sign post
and someone who could read;
they could only guess as to why,
the poem would no longer bleed;
the truth was stronger than honesty
as ignorance had already agreed,
what more could it possibly know
except which farmer favored his seed

Within rocks that move
and those that wither beneath our homes;
voices that cannot be heard
are as sturdy but forgotten as buried bones;
but those who dare speak
place their trust inside back-stabbing phones
for they have fallen from crosses
where nails welcome only God’s to their tombs

“Everyone is tired of what I have to say,”
He said to nobody but himself
“The more I complain the more they walk away”
There’s no time to mourn
The death of an innocent boy
Even though he does not know it yet
His fate is in the hands of someone else

A crazy man tires of dream lies
He scares everyone with his rage
He doesn’t care if tomorrow comes or goes
Without his hope we are afraid
The locks on the vault watch closely
Because truth is their greatest fear

As the quiet of the evening approaches
Their senses remain on alert
They let him live and that was their mistake
The witness wonders about silence
Advantage is not easily gained
Is his voice worth the cost?

I’m just trying to tell
If you’re waiting for me
We had a drink once
but time wasn’t ready
Things have changed
I wonder if you’re alone
You always seem so strong
Like your heart has a home

I wanted to see the water run
but it was dry to the bone
When I think back on that day
I remember the color of stone
But it was something strong
laying side by side of each other
I wonder if that’s how we are
hard hearts waiting for the water

All it takes is bravery to ask
I just want to see you again
You showed me your smile once
I thought I’d made a new friend
But what we all want is more
and we’re afraid of chance
The dead weight of the past
floated by with our last romance

The thing is I emptied the river
It’s too fast to get too deep
It’s better to leave something
shallow enough for you to sleep
I have to be able to see you
and not expect you to drown
If only you would think of me
when the sun goes down

Tupac said: **** the world
And on the first day he wept
Tupac said: **** the world
Because he knew God had slept
Tupac said: **** the world
No promises to be broken or kept
Tupac said: **** the world
This baby was already in debt
Tupac said: **** the world
In anger there is no word of thanks
Tupac said: **** the world
He **** sure wasn't shooting blanks
Tupac said: **** the world
So I ask why am I so sheltered?
Tupac said: **** the world
And act so self-centered?
Tupac said: **** the world
Is it because my Mom held me?
Tupac said: **** the world
And she was always there for me?
Tupac said: **** the world
Why can't I see his point of view?
Tupac said: **** the world
Why are white people so scared of you?
Tupac said: **** the world
He was a product of real life
Tupac said: **** the world
His bottle was a switchblade knife
Tupac said: **** the world
Yeah we thought he was a criminal
Tupac said: **** the world
His anger was not so subliminal
Tupac said: **** the world
So while we give thanks and pray
Tupac said: **** the world
It seems we really just look away
Tupac said: **** the world
Man what's wrong with that boy?
Tupac said: **** the world
A gun in his hand ain't no toy
Tupac said: **** the world
Where was he supposed to go?
Tupac said: **** the world
What if you were raised by a **?
Tupac said: **** the world
Are we in a position to judge?
Tupac said: **** the world
Maybe it's us we should begrudge
Tupac said: **** the world
What should offend you more?
Tupac said: **** the world
The reality you try to ignore?
Tupac said: **** the world
The shock of all the profanity?
Tupac said: **** the world
Or the fact of his poverty?
Tupac said: **** the world
He knew he was disposable
Tupac said: **** the world
A gangsta rappers's not so lovable
Tupac said: **** the world
That was the only way to survive
Tupac said: **** the world
Nobody cared if he lived or died
Tupac said: **** the world
The industry only wants the money
Tupac said: **** the world
But they never called him honey
Tupac said: **** the world
He was dead before he was born
Tupac said: **** the world
But he could rhyme about scorn
Tupac said: **** the world
And now he's dead and gone
Tupac said: **** the world
Did you think he was wrong?
Tupac said: **** the world
He knew how to die better than you
Tupac said: **** the world
What do you pay attention to?
Tupac said: **** the world
Reality tv and some situation?
Tupac said: **** the world
Being trendy and *******?
Tupac said: **** the world
The money really didn't really matter
Tupac said: **** the world
He kept up the harsh street chatter
Tupac said: **** the world
He wasn't climbing no social ladder
Tupac said: **** the world
Because his heart could never gather
Tupac said: **** the world
All the Lord's blessings
Tupac said: **** the world
Like flowers and angel's wings
Tupac said: **** the world
Living on the streets instead
Tupac said: **** the world
Where the ladder is full of lead
Tupac said: **** the world
The lead of pain and bullets
Tupac said: **** the world
And not soft golden nuggets
Tupac said: **** the world
Of love and tenderness
Tupac said: **** the world
Just blood and nothingness
Tupcac said: **** the world
So who is holding him now?
Tupac said: **** the world
Is he where love will allow?
Tupac said: **** the world
A man to become a boy?
Tupac said: **** the world
A boy with happiness to enjoy?
Tupac said: **** the world
You don't like gangstas rapping like crooks
Tupac said: **** the world
There's no page for him in the good book
Tupac said: **** the world
Were his sins from his mother and father?
Tupac said: **** the world
And those who would string up a brother
Tupac said: **** the world
Try to just say no when your ship ain't sailin'
Tupac said: **** the world*
Hey God what is it that you were sayin'?

It's hard sometimes
You can't relive you past
And you're trapped by a future that won't listen
It's not that you're lost, it's just that
The road hasn't been paved yet
Waiting is like one of those blank mind moments
Nothing to forget
Nothing to remember
Just a feeling that nothing matters as much to you
You're not hurt
You're not inspired
You're not even trying to figure anything out
Existence turns to the sun
Watching it everyday
It's enough for me while my children play

His arrogance
knew no boundary for enthusiasm
He had done things
for which only God would punish
And ignored things
for which he would never pay
The song, written,
only to be heard generations later
Waiting for anyone,
able to choose their conscience
Sitting, on top of darkness,
morning light breathing slowly
Is this the final day
to live for a moment without regard
For what use, tomorrow
yesterday, vengeance unrequited
Who will remember
the ancestor of suffering, giving it life
The angry one, though
his freedom rode no underground train
Instead strengthened
by the roar of the tide turning again
For those who walk,
crossing land untouched by soiled feet
The path towards the sun
where the agony of forgiveness will set
Quietly waiting its turn
for God to tell them, I know you

What I’ve heard from the mouths of the men upon which the spirit was laid
Are words once thought spoken only where sins are finally paid
They read with fire gleaned from where they thought the book was stored
But the bush that burned became only ashes that were soon ignored
Will his truth find faith inside the blind?

What I’ve felt while a boy suffered before the eyes by which he was made
Was the silent burning reminder by the light that made me afraid
As leaves fell upon themselves one will live by the point of a sword
And one would live by the winds risen from the womb of the Lord
Will his truth witness what was left behind?

What I’ve said only opened the skin of a woman that bled upon my blade
And as I watched the shroud softly cried waiting while she prayed
It was the lost chapter of a sequel that could only play the same sad chord
But as pages vanished he remembered repentance was its own reward
Will his truth wash away the doubt from my mind?

You know me so well
And you know the love we planted in the ground
Still you wear pretty dresses
Like colorful leaves reflecting the eyes that watch
And you do it when I’m not around

You remember me
And you laughed and said you missed that about us
Still you won’t open up
Like a day that would rather it still be the night before
The sun thinks of things you won’t discuss

Understand
I’m just a waiting man
Waiting for you to find someone else
Better than I am
I hope you can
So I won’t be a waiting man
Until you remember
I’m not the reason you ran

We knew how
How to be in love as if it we’d done it before
Still you question me
Like asking a blue sky to come down for a moment
To see if it would rather be paint on your door

Understand
I’m just a waiting man
Waiting for you to find someone else
Better than I am
I hope you can
So I won’t be a waiting man
Until you remember
I’m the shadow on your hand

i see what you see
i hear what you hear
we speak with understanding
not of each other
but of fear
you live to be justified
you honor me if i agree
to speak as brothers weeping
a stream begins by the falling rain
and love must trust the words of the sea