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Too tired to care or swear or hear.
My heart’s no longer here.
I got to find some other way to keep the devil from my door.
I feel as though my heart has been shredded
Into pieces of paper and scattered in a muddy pond.
The longest road we have to take is the one
That leads to inner peace.
I’m shivering at my own inadequacy
To play this hand of cards I’ve been dealt.
And still the wind refused to blow away my apathy!
I belong in a cell-like song
Where my sins are repeated in each new chorus.
A headless scholar with a battered old bible
Looking for his eyes in the frozen solid snow.
Nowhere to go and nowhere to hide
It’s time to ring them bells
Before we all take that ride
Down to the crushing sea of disillusion.
Once your illusions have been washed out on the tide
There is no way back.
Your boat becomes your coffin
And you will be drifting a hundred miles from shore
With no oars to row your way back to the coast of your love.
My life has become one bombed out zone.
All the windows are shattered and the doors have been blown off.
Not a single building has been left standing
And every road is lined with terrorists!
Maybe some silver green lizard will crawl out from under the rubble of my life
And lead me to some newer brighter place!!!
MORE THAN FLESH AND BONE.
Different days demand different resources.
The stars dictate the moods and madness
We go through on our way to happiness or pain.
Every drop of rain that falls on you or him or her
Was meant to fall there from the day the earth started spinning.
You may try to stop the course of time and make your own rules and regulations.
But the hands of fate will grab you by the throat
And make you spit out your confession.
Life is such a fragile thing
We need so many things to make us grow tall and strong and happy.
Love and food and sunlight. And love.
Even then the tiniest of bacteria can lay us low
And poison our blood with some incurable disease.
I closed my hands in prayer again
Even though I believe in no particular god.
I need the power of prayer to pull me through.
Some of us have had visions of life on another level
And I surely believe in the spirit and soul.
We all hear that voice within
Reminding us we are more than flesh and bone.
If you hear it listen for it can surely guide you home!
