What’s That Daddy? A Question of Perspective

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Why are you crying Dad
Are you happy or sad?
Right now I’m sad my love
Why do we get sad Dad?
Sadness is part of life Baby Girl
As sorrows burrow
Deep within our selves
It leaves an empty tunnel
To be filled with joy
You fill that tunnel for me everyday
Sometimes it’s okay to be sad
Because happiness exists after sadness
The beautiful sound you hear
When you play the violin
Was born in the anguish of a tree
That grew sad as it was torn down
That wine that brings me joy
Was squeezed from the berry
Born of the tears of the vine tender
Shed when we extracted its luscious fruits

Happiness and sadness both exist within you
Your heart holds near these truths
To enriches all the treasures
Of your infinite depth
Revealed to your soul
Yet not to your eyes
For you don’t see happiness
But you know when it here
Only through life sap in your eyes
The tears of sorrow and joy
Can you meet your true being
And walk together always
Hand in hand with emotion
Through the good and the bad

Live and love in peace

From the very first moment our children point and ask “what’s that” we transform from average people to all knowing parents. They look to us for answers from that day forward and with the right perspective we can become the fountain they’re thirst of knowledge is quenched from forever more. It’s all about offering perspective…….

LAST NIGHT

last-night

 

Last night
I had a dream
I dreamt
It was the last night
Of my life
But when I woke
Tomorrow was waiting
To hear my song
To see me dance
To feel my touch
So I sang, and danced, and felt
In case it’s my last
Every night is a last night
For something
Or someone
One last sunset
One last breath
Each note can be the last note
Every dance can be the last dance
The last touch can be the last feeling
Any night can be the last night
Any day could be the last day
Live and love in peace today
And every day

Hold Tight

closing in

 

Inspired by the likes of Robert Smith, Ian Curtiss, and Morrissey….
The walls close in
The countdown starts
Pressure building
Pounding hearts
Punctured musings
Grasping time
Can’t let go
I’ll lose my mind
Pain is pure as driven snow
Thoughts come crashing down too slow
Life inside a Dali scene
Reality inside a dream
World is melting
Its so obscene
But I’m..

 
Holding tight
To a folding
Life
Jigsaw fragments
Tossed
In fright
The walls are closing
Flaws exposing
Head exploding
A life corroding
I look around but it’s not me
It’s not my world
It couldn’t be
Some others are inside of me
Controlling everything I see
Holding tight
I make my plea
Medication please help me
Holding tight

 
That’s my life
No compromising
Losing my grip the waters rising
Toss a life ring
I’m going under
The walls keep closing
Worlds gone asunder
Once coherent
Now spinning wild
I’m Satan’s offspring
The devils child
My life’s a rerun
Been here before
Hope lies dead
Upon Hell’s floor
But I’m..

 
Holding tight
To a folding
Life
Jigsaw fragments
Tossed
In fright
The walls are closing
Flaws exposing
Head exploding
A life corroding
I look around but it’s not me
It’s not my world
It couldn’t be
Some others are inside of me
Controlling everything I see
Holding tight
I make my plea
Medication please help me
Holding tight

 

Clocks keep ticking
Getting louder
Veins are dripping
In white powder
Head keeps throbbing
Keeping time
Prayers unanswered
Church bells chime
All alone
In this demented cloud
So far away
From the maddening crowd
One last grasp
I see the light
Hold me Mama
Hold me tight

Destiny Quest

quest

 

Just as the fallen acorn dreams
Of becoming one of the mighty oaks
So do the seeds of true knowledge
Yearn to grow into a wisdom
To become more than simply words
But rather concepts worthy of evaluation
Considered for shared validations
Perhaps exchanged in earnest honesty
Not debated as calculated opinions
But rather discussed as alternatives
To avoid using conflicts of death
As a means of arbitrating differences
A sound unifying of cultural concepts
Leading to a solid construction of idea’s
Not built as a house of cards bound and intertwined
On fragile shards of misplaced mutual discord
But built on a foundation of shared harmonies
A verbal arrangement like an orchestra
In an everlasting quest of peace and unity
In which we can proudly reserve for our children
Truth