“Learn to light a candle in the darkest moments of someone’s life. Be the light that helps others see; it is what gives life its deepest significance.” – Roy T. Bennet

Archive for April, 2011

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with your eyes shut tight

and the book held close

you walk the halls

and appear to most

a religious fool

an overzealous man

but you keep on walking

and you let them stare

your lips may move

but no words come out

and they all wonder

what you pray about

and they hope the God

they don’t believe in

will listen if you’re

praying for them

you sit outside

and watch them leaving

and listen to their

silent suffering

and they laugh at you

to hide the trembling

and they whisper

so you cannot hear them

your lips may move

but no words come out

and they all wonder

what you pray about

and they hope the God

they don’t believe in

will listen if you’re

praying for them

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Safety Precautions

Everyone knows the sky can be predicted

And the strangeness of a stranger can disappear

And the taste of a whisper upon your lips

Is bittersweet like a promise that binds a sin

You can always tell a man

By the contents of the briefcase in his hand

Or the weapon in his pocket

He pretends to hold but you know he doesn’t have

But what you see has nothing to do

With a secret to sell or defiance of utmost truth

Because all you need are safety precautions

As you do your time in a dangerous atmosphere

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Unnamed

He told his story like it was brand new

For the hungry children to listen to

He cleared his throat and he took his time

Because sitting there was all they could do

They left behind all their pains and worries

And imagined life as it was meant to be

As they whistled softly to the minstrel’s music

They thought of places that they couldn’t see

While the world grew colder than ever

You could see it in their eyes that they didn’t feel a thing

And the man was sad when it was over

So he sang another song and left them to their dreams

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The Paradox of our Times in History

Don’t think for a moment that I wrote this, because I didn’t, and I couldn’t. Some Reverend Moorehead did.

We have taller buildings, but shorter tempers;
wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints;
we spend more, but have less;
we buy more, but enjoy it less.

We have bigger houses and smaller families;
more conveniences, but less time;
we have more degrees, but less sense;
more knowledge, but less judgment;
more experts, but less solutions;
more medicine, but less health.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values.
We talk too much, love too seldom and hate too often.
We’ve learned how to make a living, but not a life;
we’ve added years to life, not life to years.

We’ve been all the way to the moon and back,
but have trouble crossing the street to meet our neighbor.
We’ve conquered outer space, but not inner space;
we’ve done larger things, but not better things;
we’ve split the atom, but not our prejudice.
We have higher incomes, but lower morale;
we’ve become long on quantity, but short on quality.

These are the times of tall me, and short character;
steep profits, and shallow relationships.
These are the times of world peace, but domestic violence;
more leisure, but less fun;
more kinds of food, but less nutrition.

These are the days of two incomes, but more divorce;
of fancier houses, but broken homes.
It is a time when there is so much in the showroom window
and nothing in the stockroom.

 

Suicidal

Are you certain all is well

Standing in the path of a train?

The truth: I didn’t know

It was you the first moment I came

Years can do a lot

And people are gonna be changed

And fate doesn’t stop

No matter the reason you beg

I left you in peril

Captive of your cowardly mind

If running is all you’ve got

Then be glad I got here in time

To save the disillusioned

Trying to take his own life

But in the end what exactly

Was the freedom you were hoping to find?

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Freefall

They’re not telling me to dive in headfirst

Just to keep my legs straight

Looking out across the water

My audience of blue waves

Crashing on the cliff side

And the sharp rocks beneath me

But the place I have to land in

Is only ten feet deep

~

I’d turn and run and hid but that’d be cowardice

But I know I would die if I did this

I said I would jump but not this distance…

…but they don’t listen…

~

Someone coughs behind me

And I know I am late

They’re waiting on a freefall

That I can’t do in my state

So I take a breath but breathing

I don’t find relaxing

With their eyes completely

Fixated on me

~

I’d turn and run and hide but that’d be cowardice

I know I would die if I did this

I said I would jump but not this distance…

…but they don’t listen…

~

My advice to you is fair

Don’t give in to stupid dares

They weren’t telling me to dive in headfirst

Just to keep my legs straight

 

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Liar (Pinocchio)

you say you love to be misunderstood

i could do that for you now

cuz i’m tired of the honesty

that you like to live without

you’ve way more faces than the moon

and the man there wants to know

out of curiosity what’s the point

of hiding out below

You’re a liar

You’re nose is looking longer than it ever should

You’ve tried to cut it off but it’s made of wood

And it gets a little harder with each falsehood

So it grows back out again

you’ve never put me off so blatantly

you’re scared of what i ask

there’s a funny little thing called reality

bound to pull you back on track

down on your luck with acquaintances

you’re more than slightly sad

i never like to say i told you so

but it’s your fault your life’s like that

You’re a liar

Your nose is looking longer than it ever should

You’ve tried to cut it off but it’s made of wood

And it gets a little harder with each falsehood

So it grows back out again

sometimes i wonder what it’d be like

living a white lie

i pity all those

living their white lies

You’re a liar

Your nose is looking longer with each falsehood

You’ve tried to cut it off but it’s made of wood

And it gets a little harder with each falsehood

So it grows back out again

Liar

 

 

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