All eyes on me, a beauty to behold,
No need to look away, I'm worth the gaze.
Life stirs its tale, like Jonas in the deep,
I'm sure of my path, we shape our fate.

We are the architects of our destiny,
No preaching needed, truth resonates within.
The sun will rise again, seize the day,
Embracing life's journey, come what may

It's a human sign like caution; play a your own risk.
She had me like a puppet on a string
Waiting for love to call
If only I'd turned left in Albuquerque before your pretty wings wrapped around me
The scent of her lingers
vanilla coffee perfume
And temptation's strong
heart
Hardened by you (oh)
Slippery when wet
like a tree standing by the river.
Me thinks it's gonna be a long, long time
'Til touchdown brings me 'round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
With hindsight being twenty-twenty.
Thanks Raymond Allen.
Well, I thought it but I kept it hid
And there's no such thing as a halfway crook
Washing her right out of my hair
As time keeps slipping away
(no, no, no, no, no)

I'm no joke, like the Nile's raging flow
Sharp turns, unpredictable, and strong
She said, "Good things never last, life's a test"
I'm trying to catch the groove, like Ike and Tina's song

Nutbush... in my own space cause
People are equal in their struggles and pace
Work with them or follow someone else, it's true
Yeshua guides me through life's twists and anew

I'm a bible thumper, we all got a space to fill.
Hunter and prey, a delicate dance each da
Blood in, blood out, loyalty is my chain.

Childhood laughter echoes as we throw rocks in the street, firecrackers' sweet scent lingering. Solomon sought wisdom, not wealth; still, we yearn. Thy kingdom comes. In life's fleeting moments, I savor strawberries' sweetness, light dancing on tender skin. The sky is falling, no need to panic. Better days coming for sure, like the first and fifteen.

So, where do we go? It's soul-crushing, a demand that echoes through the years.
The heartbeat of America pulses on, yet dizziness grips us,
little bits and pieces of a fading dream.
The wind blows from the west to the east, carrying whispers of what's to come.
I wait, expecting something, anything, to break the stillness.
Time is fixed, yet constantly shifting, overwhelming in its passage.
It adds and subtracts, a ledger of moments, memories, and losses.
And with final details, we're part of the chaos, a fragment of the whole.

You're right at me, somebody knocking at the door.
This is serious. Drones over Ukraine.
Listen, don't overtalk.
One love, like the sunset, universal.
Nuff said, "state of the world today."
Peace is quite expensive,
like air at a gas station.
Heavy in the air and ground, I need to exhale.
Future statistics reveal, the universe positions itself for the rebound.
From the bones of dinosaurs, the rise of Yeshua,
and the spilled screams of wars between worlds.
We are family, opposite in nature:
hot and cold, yin versus yang.
One needs the other; otherwise, we don't exist.

Lady with droopy tan hat looks down while walking, counting steps. Above, menacing white clouds hide the evidence of what's to come. These people have nothing to do, nomads wandering without purpose. Itching for a scratch, like they've been hit in the head with a hammer, with no particular place to go. We've all done bad things; hearts have turned to stone. Addicted to rage like a needle in a tornado. Meant to be calm and silent. A tiny spider crawls up and down my car's windshield. God is love. Too much for an idle mind, a flash flood rolling over everything it touches. Head to higher ground and pray for peace to be still. Live in the moment; joy is in the sunlight.