A Dangerous Face

Sinking down beneath a frown

I meditate on all the hate

Being passed around without any grounds

It boggles my mind to think I’ll find

Something of value among their spew

It’s so chaotic and dangerous

To hear them fuss and always cuss

It’s such a waste of a face

To frown and growl at everyone

I’m so done with all the trash

I only hope that it won’t last.


A Meaningful Man

Looking deep down into the ground,
I see my reflection without a sound.
I am not swinging from tree to tree.
I am not raising a family.

Suddenly, a piercing cry
Makes my heart jump, as if to die.
I can't comprehend the meaning of
The darkness that is rising up.

In a still moment I ponder whether
My life is more than a gliding feather.
I want to know I have a plan.
I'm sure I'll prove a meaningful man.

Never Break or Bend

You might think I've lost my mind,
But all I've lost is you.
You might say I can't get by,
Well that might be half true.

Do you see the sun is rising
Behind the mountain top?
I can feel the light
Bathing me not sought.

I like talking to my good old friends
I like singing, but won't the stage be sent.
Let's go forward to the very end.
We'll come back, never break or bend.


Jumping in, I feel the sides sinking down.
Falling forward, the sound I cry unfolds.
Do you know how much it hurts?
Do you feel the pain oozing out?

How many times must I listen to
My beating heart aching for you?
Now I see the everlasting
Point of tension in my chest.

Closing doors cut me off
From the source of life so true
I am spacing out, busting through
So much I understand is blue.


Spinning in circles in my mind
I struggle hard to try to find
A reason for me being here
It's things like that which aren't so clear.

Do you know what time it is?
Do you even care?
I'm not bothered by the weather,
Unless I can't get from here to there.

Can you sing a happy song
When you're not feeling up to par?
Can you force a grin,
When your worries number like the stars?

I would like to leave myself behind.
Not concerned with all the signs.
Can you see what I'm getting at?
Don't bother figuring that.

Daily Unwind

Tip top over again,
The water drips down
The holy rim.
My cup runneth over,
Says the beggar to the thief.
Let's go over yonder
To see what to believe.
I yearn for something real
That grabs you one Saturday afternoon
When you're speeding around a curve
In the foot of the Appalachian hills.
Follow the preacher, the teacher,
The housewife comes and goes.
Pour the wine even better than before.
Lower the paralytic through the roof
To be healed by sacred hands.
Touch the robe of the holy one
And the ages of blood stop immediately.
Provide and share and they are blessed
Cornucopia all over again.
Fishes and loaves and ways to fill the belly.
Round we go, straight ahead, blindfolded.

Doing Nothing

I don't feel like going out today.
There's no one I want to see,
Nothing I want to say
To anyone around me.
Maybe I'll go back to bed.
Maybe I'll just rest my head
On this pillow on the couch.
Maybe I'll sink down,
I feel a slouch coming on.
I don't want to do anything,
So I'll just sit here
Doing my thing,
Not talking to anyone.
No, it's not much fun,
But I can't imagine another way
To isolate myself
And socialize.
The two don't go together,
It seems, and I am not so clever
As to think of something original.
Yes, I'd like to do something unique,
Something spontaneous,
It's the end of the week,
For goodness sake.
If you think of an idea
To help me overcome,
Whisper in my ear,
Or tell someone else
To tell me soon.
I've waited all year
For a chance to overcome,
But today, it seems,
Is not my lucky day.
I don't know
What I'll do with myself.
I guess I'll just wait here
For something or someone
To catch my attention.
Something to do
Is bound to happen.

Round We Go

Round we go, all the same
Til something new enters in.
A new twist on an old story.
An update to the scenery.
Someone gets creative.
Yes, I want to try to be me
In a different way.
To strike out on a blazing path
To turn my world upside down
And backwards.
I want to taste a new taste.
Fail in a different way
Than ever before.
To teach me something about life.

Fill My Soul

Dripping down, I feel my bones

Melting in the blazing heat.

Expectation and judgment closing in.

It is of my own creation.

No one else but me.

It echoes in the chambers

Of my heart.

It rings a hollow noise

Through the rooms of my soul.

My body clings

To what it desires.

My mind is weak

Compared to what it could be.

I yearn for something real,

Something true.

Something to fill

This empty bowl.

Fill my soul, Lord.

Stop Knocking My Knees

Just sitting here wondering why,

Wishing I was a bird in the sky,

Flying around in the breeze,

Instead of trying to stop

Knocking my knees. Oh, please,

Stop knocking my knees

Stop knocking my knees

I wish I was stronger,

So I could stop knocking my knees!

Have you ever wondered

Where your soul comes from,

And where it goes in the end?

Do you question 

Whether or not a spirit

Lives inside of you?

Do you think when it’s over,

That you’ll be riding on top,

Or are you afraid

You’ll be dragging behind?

I just want to be sure

Of some kind of victory.

It doesn’t have to be much.

I just want to be free.

And for What it’s worth

Please stop knocking my knees!