That rare relationship,for only a father and daughter
But everyone's selfishishness created disorder
She was 12, near thirteen with much senistivity to care
A myriad of things upon her, with all the wrong help there
To this day times need mending ,
a period without ending
and the aloneness consumes,
all i could say is You're a woman, with roses in bloom
But Dad is on the outs, and being a woman is defined
It's not unusual, all dads and daughters experience this in time,
But this got big in everyone's life
others rally cry became a crime, with never-ending strife
No bandwagon was going to stop what was taken to extreme,
and distance became hate and the wife now used it as steam
Making up for her reminders, and inability to cope,
a mutual hatred aligned against him became her scope
Everythings grown but the feeling that ensued
a daughter and dad, an ending so rude
injustices piled on, and everyone sad,
the years have gone by and all still so mad
damage beyond belief for one loving Dad
but nobody cares about the extremes he had
All the problems created has him to blame
and all the love he gave, all just a shame
Jailtime, incarceration, his career destroyed,
Bowled over by all he trusted
only lawyers employed
Pain frozen in time, no chance to be worked through
No father and daughter Just lies pursued
No father and daughter how precious it once was
Only the pictures and peddles survived the Dad's cause
His heart always heavy through each injustice endured
Art, love and dance saved him
and the actual truth for more
But no days can replace the ones that were lost
To extemes it was taken, at everyone's cost.
But the love is forever no matter what anyone does
The friends, family, the law still with no cause
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry to not stop the wars
I Love You my Daughter
No wrong can re-arrange.
I Love you my daughter
One thing that's never subject to change
We grow, we grow, and feel unfinished inside
Need to fix what's Frozen
Need to fix the lies.

Not as personal as you think that you feel a tug of war
you are one with the cosmos
and that's the score
Push and pull, take and give, a spirit and body which we live
Negative and positve, love and hate
it's not yours alone as the planets we too replicate
the forces are you, the forces are me
It's not the new depression if you can see
the fight is not yours the emptiness isn't real
we don't become it, we see it and let ourselves feel
the totality we are one with, without trying to name
the forces are us, there's no one to blame
Love of you, love of me, and love of each other that's the power
Without seeing the forces one may feel dour

She was born spectacular in every way
Eyes wide open and full head of hair
Doctor and nurses frozen in a stare
from the beginning oh so rare
and as she grew, even more amazing she was
more beautiful, more aware,  smarter, more perceptive, and more smart
I knew that she would always be a work of art
explosions of stimuli bombaded her heightened ways
clinging to the love from her parents wanting her to play
What could change the way she saw the beauty of her core
group after group and their misdirections-where's the door?
I wanted to shelter her for I knew what might come
educate at home, stay away from the craziness of systems in place
but all my words were shunned by those in the race
and even my own marriage failed to replace
as the parents group was now bombarded
with challenges we slowly came unlaced
insensitive to brilliant awareness so clear in her view
Schools with their systems bowling over all but a few
Religion using force and hitting her when logic failed
Musical instructors trusted and even then, slapping entailed
Friends, family, mates, and dates all seemed fake
What was the truth was it me at stake
All that was trusted eventually failed
Leaving doubts of self when feeling your ship sailed
Pointing only to YOU compared to nothing outside
The glory of you is not what groups hide
Not in any comparison to all that was wrong
STILL SPECTACULAR IN EVERY WAY
THAT'S THE ONLY TRUE SONG

TRUTH, it's what we think we know,
and convincingly act as though we do,
but when we're wrong, and leave no room for another light,
we end up smothered in the darkness of mistaken beliefs
where there's no window to allow for the light outside,
and from there eventually there will only be darkness inside,
We can't act independently from the light of openness with which we are one with,
Closing windows to truth wont change their weight
So,  we may be right, or we may be wrong, but when there is no door open to hear information,
digested lies will bring bad company,
and this company will have darkness keeping darkness in place with
no apparent way out
SO, be the light of openness, even when all apparent truths are known, and be forever growing in what you know and the light will be in you, of you, through you, and eternally always you.  That is what I believe is the real truth, but of course I'm open to yours..........