I want to gaze at sunsets
and not think one more day has passed
in which I lived with regrets,
just paralyzed by my sad past
I want to see its colors,
the vibrant hues of clouds at dusk
and hope for all it offers
a good night's rest and chance to trust

To trust the divine painter
of heaven's canvas, western skies
who's beauty ever renders
my heart to ponder and to cry
to cry for his kind mercy
to heal my broken soul so blind
that after witnessing such splendor,
just hang my head and sigh

Eternity's light shines within
the heart's transcendent strife
with finite numbered beats it sings
the brevity of life
And we are all like children here
Our favorite question's why
The better question though is where
will I be when I die?

Gotta find that certain someone
who will make me feel alive
Oh that's right, there's no such person
in this birdcage full of beehives
silly me dreaming of true love
love's a chemical response
that kicks into overdrive
when some cute girl walks on by

History  is a  reminder
of the processes of life
God made man a social creature
but that creature lost its mind
when he  chose to dwell in darkness
and forgot all plans divine
snakes and angels fuelled his madness
strange cave paintings showed in time

Fish in rivers, bears in mountains
prey and predator alike
both became food for the wanton,
savage hunger of his crimes
Til the last known wishing fountain
swallows up its final coins,
this world shall ever be haunted
by the offspring of his *****

Cyanide capsule in the mouth of a ******
roses in the hands of a man with no wife
blue prison walls repainted dull grey
birds take flight in a thundering sky

Yellow tie hubris in the staff rooms of madness
expletives ring out, they're competing for cash
speaker of the house eats a bologne sandwich
ten million die at the drop of a hat

Patriotic songs blare out of a jukebox
some punk shoots a birdie as he walks on by
a little kid inspired by the rebellious gesture
salutes the flag then starts to cry

I could stand to use a change
could stand to use more than one
had I the courage to stand in place
the courage not to run
from all the trials  this life will bring
that leave me weary and worrisome
ever yearning for hope to spring
and better days to come

I'm fascinated by the ebb and flow
the shifting tides of reap and sow
the gathering in and letting go
of all I am and all I know
And as the moon waxes and grows
I'm caught in webs of intrigue so
in bitter mourning I sorrow
over the state of my soul

Search for the light
that can only be your star
search for the knowledge
only wisdom imparts
search for the visions
hidden deep inside your heart
seek ye the kingdom
it isn't far

Search for solutions
to the problems that appear
don't bother trying
to solve riddles of fear
take comfort knowing
that although this world shall pass
that gift of heaven
is yours if you ask

A nameless child runs fast
down the road to ruin
cursing life all the time
everything and everyone
to survive she must be tough
and never give much thought at all
to where she will be at the end
of her sad, worthless life

She finds there's only misery
wherever she does go
she's always tired and lonely
in the arms of strange men
who pay to be her friend a while
in return for good deeds
she performs in some dark rooms
of certain cheap motels

And she knows ......
the devil's got her number
tonight if she went under
she wouldn't care at all
Yet she wonders .....
if she'll find absolution
beyond this world's confusion
and if God's real at all

But some cold night embracing
some man seeking her pleasure
from her own lips there will escape
the slightest breath of prayer
conceived in pain, her faith is born
of ultimate despair
exhaling a redemptive call
"God help me if you're there."

I don't feel much like giving way to tears.
Though I have some good reasons for to cry.
They'd all evaporate and disappear,
leaving my face etched with worried lines

So I'll keep them inside
I'll shut my red and weary eyes
until my heart collapses from the pain
Or until all this passes
this feeling of sheer hopelessness
is somehow sweetly transformed into grace.....

Allowing me to love for all my days

In the night I miss your company
And now I feel more lonesome than before
before I heard your random voice so sweet
sounding so sincere, bright, and what's more.....

I know you are an angel
the way you cleverly fool me
to thinking I'm in danger
of falling in love possibly
The heart is without reason,
desirous of what it needs.
And in some blessed season,
perhaps even a girl unseen.