Wednesday, February 26, 2014

Who's is this

You can't make someone else be free
You can only offer them the opportunity
You can not make them accept change
You can only speak wisdoms name

They have to see the light
They have to walk out of the night
They have to learn to learn
They have to hold to discipline stern

We can only fly if we have wings
We alone must uplift our voice to sing
We must face the fierce grace of eternity
We must through tears learn to see

I must say this truth is my own
I must stand even when all alone
I will find the light of insight
I will I will unwaveringly

Do what's right


9:04 pm




Friday, February 7, 2014

Everything happens for a reason

I don't believe that crap

Sometimes it just sucks
Sometimes it's fucked up beyond all belief
Sometimes the hits keep on comin
Grief upon grief upon grief

But you keep on fighting
You keep on living
You keep on loving
You keep on giving

You put your shoulder to it
One more time
You get back up
You drag yourself to the line

You can learn from everything
Yeah and that's a bunch of crap too
Sometimes it's all you can do

To survive it to scrape to scrap
To crawl through

You get back up
You drag yourself to the line
You put your shoulder to it

One more time


6:52 pm
*written over the last
three days


Saturday, February 1, 2014

I must

I've been living in an intellectual wasteland
Like reading is the most boring thing
There is nothing in their empty heads
That makes them want to sing

That wait for you in bookstores
Like when are we going someplace else
There is nothing of ideas they want to discuss
All they're truly interested in is their self

They split their attention when you speak
To them of something of which you truly care
They're absolutely amazed when you stop
They just look dumb founded and stare

I've been living in an intellectual wasteland
Where art is just some shallow la di da
They could care less about a painting
Or a sculpture or anything you ever saw

That had any heart and sweat and divinity in it
That has any echo of infinity in its form
Empty pattern after empty pattern they do go on
Even their way to rebel is but a way to conform

I must find another set of invitations to accept
I must find another for whom I can reach out
I must find the presence of those who share
The driving force inside to find what its about

When speaking of the roads to creativity
And how to get magic projects put in play
I've been living in an intellectual wasteland
I must find another way


7:16 pm