Drfitwood

And then, all at once, I am a consuming fire
Longing for all that I have never desired
Your gift has opened all the closed doors
And set upon me wings that beg me soar

Yet often I drift onto sullen shores
Lodged in driftwood, soaked, deplored
Criminal in my need to rage
And beat against this fleshly cage

I resist, then insist, on my way
Until you calm my heart and stay
Closely guarding the life eternal
You have saved from depths infernal

I love you

I have little hope today

One of those days, I guess

I have a little rope though

I may tie myself to a tree

And be bound to something purer than myself

Maybe feel it's life, or know it's memory

It could hold me, or keep me cool

It may only stand there and sway

These days are somehow foreign

Like I've never known them before

I guess they have changed over the years

Or I have

I'd like a little hope today...

Over The Waters

stretch your mighty hand

sing your glorious song

touch my wounded heart

and be my love

i see the open sky

i breath the piercing air

i lay beneath the stars

and know Your love

press your hand to mine

breathe your breath in me

heal my broken spirit

and be my love

i hope for brighter days

i dream of flowing waters

i rest in green fields

and know Your love

take my seeking soul

lead my aching body

rain on me oh Lord

and be my love

so that I may smile

so that I may live

so that I may believe

so that I may be

Your love

San Juan

Are you golden lights?

Are you ringing bells?

Are you frozen fruit?

Are you sipping rum?

Do seagulls sail?

Do children play?

Do leaves rustle?

Do sands conspire?

In San Juan...

Does music sound?

Does happiness love?

Does silence rest?

Does the sun set?

In San Juan...

In San Juan...

Does the sun set in San Juan?

The Neighbor

One must have a neighbor
It's inevitable
Someone will live in the house next to yours
At some point

If you're lucky they'll enjoy a good pint of ale
Regularly
And a smoke or two (but not cigarettes - pleth!!)
A real smoke!

But maybe they' re lame
A shame
And leave their crap out on the lawn
When they're gone

Or the kids are obnoxious and run amok
PITA
And scream at each other and the parents too!
What a joke!

You can't choose your neighbors unfortunately
Fences you know
According to the Frosty snows and winds of chance
But then it shows

Intolerance or tolerance in deference to all
Chances...
So many words to convey a frustration true
To avoid the blue

And now the president is black, hold off attack
Change is due?
Or just another piece of peat in the curing pots
Of soothing Scotch

Forever in my mind it seemed to catch me hoping
Or its true...
I don' t believe or trust in systems see
They all fail

So neighbors actually matter to me, I pray for good ones
Not so silent
Speak to me in open tones and hearts that bind
Stroganoff sublime

And wine to cleanse the pallets mind descend
in open ends
Across the pond do some oft fond a dream of Monets Picnic
In American backyards

Ravel du nuit, nous sommes petit
Tres petit
Avec le change -melange de vie et vin
Le soleil

Petit déjeuner, les crepes, mes amours
La joie
Ma fille bonbon, ma femme bonbon
Et les voisins

Les Voisins c'est merde

Sometimes...

Bullshit!

It's all bullshit!
What do we think we are doing?
Where do we think we are going?
WHO do we think we're fooling?

We lie to ourselves everyday to trick ourselves into thinking
it's ok.
Then we lie to each other (as if we really don't know the truth) so that everyone else thinks we're ok.

What a joke...

And I have participated for far too long.
Hating it all the while.
No really, I fucking hate it.

Everyone who knows me, knows that I don't hold punches
But the truth is...
I do.

ALL THE TIME!!

If I said HALF of the shit I really think I would be dead by now
or severely maimed.
No one would put up with it.

Most don't put up with it now.
Or at least they fake there frustration well.
Again... more lies...

B U L L S H I T !!!
It's all bullshit.
And we like it!!

Because we're full of it.

Rotten, lying, thieving, filthy, butt-crack clinging, acne faced, soul scared, cancer filled, fat mother frackers.

And we are scared of ourselves.

Not because of what we might do
but because of what we know we are to damn weak to do.

Stand up, pull up our pants, and tell ourselves NO!!
NO MORE!!
NO MORE BULLSHIT!!
NO MORE LIES!!
NO MORE, ME, ME, ME, ME, ME, ME, MEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEMEEEEE!!!

And the truth is , we are too weak.
We have no hope of ever pulling it off...ever!!
So most give up, and give in.
Or delude themselves with some kind of "BULLSHIT" soul searching blather.
Some religious, peitistic, slack jawed, love-yer-brother nonsense
It only leads to more lies and self deception.

And then... there is truth...
Yeah let's not talk about that...
It doesn't exist right?
W R O N G !!

It's true.. truth is true... like it or not.
And it comes like a raging fire to judge you right where you stand.
To put you in your place and stop all your lies..
And BULLSHIT.

Because you can't lie to truth
Because you can't hide from truth
Because you can't run from truth

It finds you, and peels you like an onion
And sticks you on the grill until your golden brown
Then it eats you like so many greasy cheeseburgers
And it loves you...

It loves you.

Did you know that?

God Doesn't Need

God doesn't need anything from us

He doesn't need our piety
He doesn't need our penance
He doesn't need our defense
He doesn't need our fucking rosary
He doesn't care about our "INNER PEACE"
or our journey to Mecca on our knees

He doesn't need our words
He doesn't need our intelligence
He doesn't need our reasoning
He doesn't need our logic
He doesn't care about our bullshit religion
or our seventy seventh alter call

What put the idea in our stupid little brains
That somehow, someway, we could make our own way home
That we could earn our passage through the gates of heaven
That an ounce of human righteousness could amount to anything
It's not only ridiculous, it's offensive!


all we need to do is repent and surrender without condition
all we need to do is believe with the faith You have given us
all we need to do is receive the love that only You can convey

Thank you God that you offer forgiveness, reconciliation, and redemption

Thank you Father for Your Son
Thank You Jesus for the Spirit
Holy Trinity, Three in One

If we fall down on our knees and pray, He'll make us Gold.

And then He will show us His face
And then He will show us His face
And then He will show us His face