can’t get a hold of HIM tonight,
phones are busy, lines are jammed
in this reverse marathon telethon
where the callers are the beggars,
pleading for donations from the Lord.

The Lord is busy right now.
To leave a message after the tone:

press 1 for health
press 2 for wealth
press 3 for love
press 4 for all the above

press 5 press 6 press 7
if you want to go to heaven.

Red were the roses, the ones I left on your casket,
Orange were the leaves, the ones in your tree,
Yellow were the bruises, the ones that covered you head-to-toe,
Green were the stains, the ones left on the hems of your jeans,
Blue were your lips, the day you were found in your noose,
Indigo was the night sky, that night that you died,
Violet was that bruise, the one you wore around your neck

~

For this I see before my eyes
The dreams of lasting place
Alone I find the images
The smile upon your face

In darkness there is but a light
A shimmering I see
For when I open up my heart
You’re standing there with me

A silence comes though this I hear
The words I find so new
As every time you say to me
My darling I love you

I carry this within my mind
A gift from up above
And loneliness would be my friend
Without your precious love

So deep inside the feelings reign
For wonders you have been
To satisfy my fantasies
And touch my life again

So long the days have counted by
Of endless longing miss
To hold you in my arms once more
To taste your precious kiss

I need to only close my eyes
The dreams so soon to start
I feel the love that you do send
Right here within my heart

The memories of distant times
And those we make anew
Have come back to my life again
I’m so in love with you

~

change

something
has to change

in this statement
lies a message that could
help us change the world

the problem we have is
we don't know exactly
what it is that has to change
it's just something

let's start with ourselves
and change the only person
that we have any control of
into that shining human being
that we think should fill the world

all that needs be said
is the very simple phrase
the two magic words
imagine this

a green grassy hill
with a tree on top
a deep blue sky
one fluffy cloud

a small house
beneath the tree
an iron fence
with a squeaky gate

an old woman creepily smiling
through a cracked window
beaconing you closer
to try her red apple

and with that
i relinquish my control
made you think
haha