Are you King?
or are you Queen? Which one of these are you? Or, are you someone else instead? Are you someone new? Do you play the intellect? Are you smarter than the rest? If you are the intellect What makes you the best? Is your role the writer? Putting words upon a page Or, maybe you're an actor Portraying characters on stage Whichever one you choose to be Always play it well Is what you are a secret? One you'll never tell I can't play an instrument A musician I'll not be My brain won't work with science A doctor, that's not me At times I have played many roles Sometimes, way back in school I lost myself for a short time And in the end, I played the fool There are many roles that you will play As you work your way through life Husband, brother, father Mother, daughter, wife No matter which you choose to play The fool is only one Story teller, wordsmith Make sure that you have fun So, in the morning sunshine Ask yourself "who shall I play?" A new one, or an old one? Just who am I today?
There is a tale so very old
Of an ancient Fairy King Older than the world we know Named Ochna-amadring He's not been seen for many years No-one knows if he is dead There are clues about him though This is how the legend has been fed He was present when King Arthur Took the sword out of the stone Arthur, he was special But, could not do that alone His magic is eternal He rules the fairy world and more No one knows if he is living Or what he has in store He lives deep in the English woods That is what they say It is there that he met Merlin And Morgan Le Fay He's lived a thousand lifetimes Or two, nobody knows He sailed here with the Vikings To escape the northern snow You see his painted magic Every year upon the leaves The colors ever changing Quite a tapestry he weaves He has many fairy children Not as cunning or as wise They are seen by many people They don't hide from mortal eyes The Fairy Elder is a legend Is he real or just a tale Many search to find him And in the end, they always fail Leave the magic for the fairies Never ask exactly how The fairy magic is accomplished Shh...he may be near you now
i march to my own drummer
i lead my own parade i do not travel other's paths i go on one i made i move in my own orbit i'm at least two notes off key i fill in words i make up okay, then maybe three If I am not what you want And you think that I am strange It doesn't bother me at all Don't try to make me change I laugh when others near me don't It doesn't matter what you see I'm not that different in the end I'm no-one else, I'm just me I know my shirt in inside out Or is it really outside in? At least I have a shirt to wear So, to me that is a win As I have aged, I've changed a bit All I ask is leave me be You can do just what you want I'll understand, cause I'm just me It doesn't matter who you are Just let me live my life You shouldn't care how I hold my fork Or in which hand I hold my knife I march to my own drummer Sometimes I go and yell at trees I like my world the way it is I'm not you, I'm just me
It's been forty three years since that night
when i went out to do what's right Something that I've kept inside since then People searched but never found They followed my prints on the ground Never looking for anyone else, but men I'm the one who shot him dead Two bullets shot, and then I fled Now it's time to tell my tale 'bout then It was the night the lights went out in Georgia It was the night that they hung an innocent man Don't trust your soul to no back woods southern lawyer Cause the judge in the town's got blood stains on his hands They looked high, and they looked low followed my prints in the snow Never caring if he did the crime They hung my brother from a tree The one who should have died was me I've never left, I've been here all the time I guess what goes around comes around The judge is now dust in the ground The sheriff, he is also long time dead It was the night the lights went out in Georgia It was the night that they hung an innocent man Don't trust your soul to no back woods southern lawyer Cause the judge in the town's got blood stains on his hands It's been a long, long time since Andy died Rivers of tears that I have cried But in the end I can' change what was done Cause Andy's cheating wife never left town And her body has never been found Cause this little sister don't miss when she aims her gun It was the night the lights went out in Georgia It was the night that they hung an innocent man Don't trust your soul to no back woods southern lawyer Cause the judge in the town's got blood stains on his hands
It was a night like this
Back in old T. O. When a woman froze to death In the cold and frigid snow I passed her in the morning I saw her laying on the grate With all she owned around her I did not then know her state It was early nineteen eighty one The polar winds did blow A woman froze to death that night In the cold and frigid snow It was right outside the local "Y" The doors were locked up tight She lay upon the heating grates To make it through the night Passers by ignored her They just looked away instead In the morning when I passed her I did not know that she was dead I think back on that image Of her laying with her stuff I ask myself "when will we stop" "and say enough's enough" The homeless are not garbage Disposable, their not A woman froze to death outside Is this the best we've got? A woman froze to death one night And no one seemed to care Life goes on with her now gone As though she was not there Like the woman back on Church Street In the cold Toronto snow The image now is frozen Like the woman in T.O.
passed by a woman who froze to death in early 1981 outside of the local YMCA
can i still call it your birthday
if it's the day you chose to die I can't guess what you were thinking I can't begin to even try I refuse to ask the question You know, tell me why can i still call it your birthday If it's the day you chose to die It only took a second to tear my world apart just the time to pull a trigger put a hole into my heart a voice i can't remember a face from long ago the person lying dead there is not the one i know The choice of what to pick up The gun or man, the phone Is one you never thought of Now, you've left us all alone Each year upon your birthday We will toast your name and cry Can I still call it your birthday If it's the day you chose to die
It's time for an adventure
Where and how is up to you With fantastic tales and creatures Where everything is new Just use imagination Pick a place nobody knows Add a creature you invented And let's see where the tale goes... Griffins, witches, warlocks Are in books upon your shelves In castles, caverns, forests With dragons, orcs, and elves There are unicorns and magic Things fantastic, born of old Leprechauns and fairies Guarding mystic pots of gold You can choose your own adventure Make them all do what you wish You can have birds with legs of lions You can have dogs with heads of fish The choice for each adventure Is yours and yours alone You can have a sword that glitters Or one that is stuck inside a stone Kings and Queens and Princes Fighting quests to win one's heart With three headed bearded lizards It's up to you just where to start A wall that moves at random Stairs that lead up to the stars Submarines and Narwhales Time travelling in cars An adventure full of wonder With a dog that sees through walls A cat who sees the future And a mouse who does duck calls The key to each adventure Is in the books, that you will find Give birth to what is hidden Deep inside your mind Add wings to a small pony And make a creature that now flies Add snakes in places of fingers Try that one on for size Mother goose this isn't This is fantasy by you No one has set boundaries Just do what you can do