The Passing

The passing of a child
Before their parent's time
Is such a crime
Is such a crime

How can this happen
How can the world go so wrong
There is no comfort for this loss
Not even from an Angel's song

Only a flood of memories
After the shock
Somewhere a door has been left open
A gate unlocked

An outrage an offense to Heaven itself
And then sorrow sorrow and then more sorrow
There is only the empty now
And no more tommorrows

There is no turning back from this tragedy
There is no comparison to another
How can a child die
How can a child die

Before his mother


Neils
10:45 am
07/31/2015
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transcribed this time
10:32 am
08/04/2015

N.....again

His mane surrounding his noble head

How lame and limp are you if you're 

Killing a lion because you can't get an erection

How empty and souless are you if you're

Killing endangered species as your chosen direction

Deep inside where human feelings exist

And man deserves to have pride

Their are tears flowing and falling

Unashamed and not even trying to hide

Cecil was unique unto his own

A spirit walking around on all fours

His mane surrounding his noble head

A proud inheritor of  lineage and lore

I bow my head and contemplate fate

I am between rage and sorrow

I lift up and smash the gate

May ruination follow all of your tommorrows

Deep inside where human feelings exist

And man deserves to have pride

Their are tears flowing and falling

Unashamed and not even trying to hide

Cecil was unique unto his own

A spirit walking around on all fours

His mane surrounding his noble head

A proud inheritor of  lineage and lore

Neils

6:37 pm

07/29/2015

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transcribed this time

10:08 am

08/04/2015

N....again

You can....you can always tell

Bless the animal lovers of this world

All the full grown men and women

　

All the boys and girls

Who reach out with a caring hand

With good will in their souls they understand

　

It does take patience

It does take skill

But let our days be happy'

Let our hearts be filled

　

Because there will be reward

Far far more than we can give

My babies have made me a better person

They've taught me how to live

　

They can come with four legs

They can come with wings

Real joy is there to be had

They give us songs to sing

　

It takes a responsibility

It takes an opening of arms

You can always tell an animal lover

They've been touched by magic charms

　

　

Neils

6:01 am

11/253/2014

*time approximation

transcribed this time

7:20 am

11/26/2014

N.....again

You can see it all around you

You can see it all around you
In your hometowns your cities
There is an evil loose that lives
to take and take without pity

Merciless is the new cry
From the mediocrity gone mad
They never truly feel glory
Nor do they experience sad

Power alone is their aphrodisiac
Is their elixir to gluttonously drink
They no longer honor honor
They no longer bother to think

They seek not wisdom
Nor do they set out to explore
The men are slugs and thugs or wusses
The women holes without souls and whores

They steal from the people
They lay waste to the land
With their ravenous greed to feed
Upon the beautiful and the grand

Burn all the libraries
Individuality be damned
The world is slipping away
Like sand through the hands

Emptiness is upon us
Now comes the dark without a dawn
The final battle calls to us
On which side of the river are you on

Which side of the river are you on



Neils
7:16 pm
07/21/2014

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

　

Neils
9:04 pm
02/26/2014

　

　

　

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

　

Neils
6:52 pm
02/07/2014
*written over the last
three days

N.....again

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

　

Neils
7:16 pm
02/01/2014