Elite

So you're elite,
You've got more money,
You've got more cars, homes, stuff.
Power over subordinates.
Does it make you feel good,
Are you better than  me,
Better than the penniless, the homeless.
Do you look down on the little people,
See the destitute as cattle,
As worthless pariahs suckling your hind teat,
Poor you, the elevated, the ego swollen,
Your bank account a crutch against
The wind chill that is poverty, that is greed.
Are you untouchable, is your head dodging clouds,
How does elite feel, naked in the woods,
Making plans of conquest over those
Worth less than your perception of self.
Does elite feel immortal,
Does it feel superior,
Does it make you orgasm 24/7
All over the huddling masses.
Elite, on high, ivory tower crumbling
From pathetic immoral erosion of heart,
For your information,
Earth is down here, among the bedbugs,
The cockroaches, the hungry mice.
The socialist menace.
Your high horse will soon
Carry your collective elite asses out to pasture,
The people have spoken,
The giant, no longer sleeping. 

Head Wound

You don armor
Take up arms against your brothers,
You target, sisters, daughters and mothers.
Pepper spray and tear gas women and children,
Smile while pointing shot guns at the crowd,
A figure drops... you carry on.

You toss flash grenades into a group of friends,
Coming to the aid of fallen men,
Only cowards stoop to depth so low,
There's no excuse for this behavior.

Big men in black, the riot cop,
Not here for you, protecting status quo,
Have wounded all when wounding only one,
We will not leave for this has just begun.
This is a collective head wound.
WE are the 99.

Occupy

Occupy Wall Street,
Occupy Rome,
Occupy Bay Street,
Call it your own.

Occupy Ottawa,
Occupy France,
Occupy Washington,
Call it a dance.

Occupy London,
Occupy Greece,
Occupy hearts,
Call for peace.

Occupy London,
Vancouver, Berlin,
Occupy souls,
Let healing begin.

Occupy Amsterdam,
Occupy Spain,
Occupy Palestine,
Banish the pain.

Occupy Israel,
Moscow and Minsk,
Occupy Mecca,
Medina, Me thinks

Occupy temples,
Occupy courts,
Occupy prisons,
Don't forget forts.

Occupy churches,
Occupy banks,
Occupy squares,
Don't forget to give thanks.

Occupy peacefully,
Occupy proud,
Occupy quietly
OCCUPY LOUD !

Occupy Oakland,
Occupy streets,
Occupy Denver,
This hypocisy reeks,

Occupy until,
Our message gets through,
We the people,
Will decide what to do.

Bull

I am not a gifted poet
Just a spewer of the word,
If it forms a poem so be it,    
It's irrelevant; absurd.
I am not a pretense prophet,
I just comment and observe,
Now and then as luck would have it
We get back what we deserve
I am not a saint, or seer,
Not a sentimental sage,
I am just another seeker
Turning yet another page.
This is just a ball of fire,
Covered by a coat of mud,
We are just a bunch of carbon,
Floating in a sea of blood
Do not think what we do matters,
Earth will turn when we are gone,
We are just a tenant renting,
Eviction notice pending dawn
Heed these words, they are no deeper,
Than a babies unheard cry,
If we aren’t our brother’s keeper,
Truth be told, we live a lie.
This is just more bull I’m shitting,
No need to listen, nothing new,
What’s the diff I am only spitting,
Words and phrases over you.
Take or leave these words of wisdom,
For they are not wise at all,
We create with pride a prison,
Into which we all will fall.

The Sea

The sky is orange as Halloween,
The waves are crashing in,
Clouds, suspiciously absent, again,
As the wind begins to sing,
There's a calm to nature's fury, somehow,
As tension seems to cease,
And memories rush by rapidly,
As if I am at peace,
There's a light that flickers in the dusk,
A greeting for the night,
And though my mind is full of doubt,
Somehow, it seems all right,
There's a stormy, welcome, silence there,
Where land is met by sea,
And when the restlessness sets in,
It's where I choose to be.

A Kind and Gentle Man

This was a man of gentle goodness,
A warm and gentle soul,
Kindness flowed like water,
Naturally from within.

This was a tortured man,
Pain known only to him,
Who touched all those he encountered
With polite grace, and dignity.

He was one who gave
When he had little,
Trusted, when no one else would,
Became a pillar of strength
In difficult times,
For those he loved;
And strangers, alike.

This was a kind and gentle man,
And we are proud to call him Father,
Proud to call him friend,
And we now know
That he is in a better place,
In better hands,
At peace.

The Measure of a Man

Just what is the measure of a great man ?

Is it courage, check.
Is it fairness, check.
Is it love, check.
Is it humour.  check.
Is it compassion, check.
Is it leadership... check.

Head held high,
Cane in hand,
Chin up,
Ever reaching forward,
Toward equality and fairness.

A kind smile, piercing eyes
And steadfast voice for the less fortunate.
Fighting a battle we all must now join him in.
The battle of compassion over cynicism,
Optimism over fear,
Sharing over greed,
Love, over anger and animosity.
Freedom over oppressive regression.
Yes my friends, the battle for Canadian tradition.

This man, just one voice,
Spoke for many who had no voice,
Inspired many to action.
This man has left a mark
In the hearts of all of us.

What is the measure of a great man.
Look no further than Jack Layton.
For he was a real Canadian.

Tears

They do not rinse the pain away,

Do not stop the clock,

Do not listen to opinion,

Will not stop to talk,

They only drain a cavity,

Between the heart and soul,

A mirror made of memory,

Out of your control,

They are a gift,

I think you'll see,

Without which we would drown,

Worth no more than one small smile,

No less than one fresh frown,

Tears just drop because they can,

Flow because they must,

A river beautiful and free,

Everyone can trust,

So next time you see teardrops fall,

Just like they had eyes,

Remember it's so laughs can grow,

In between the cries.

Dwelling

   
In my dwelling,
I have found,
Too much confusion,
And when I think,
I think too much,
And so delusion,
Takes my brain,
Where I can't find it,
Like I'm somewhere,
Trapped behind it,
And if I knew,
Oh never mind,
It's an intrusion,
In my dwelling,
There are people,
Who aren't there,
I can see them,
Sitting cross legged,
On the chair,
But when I reach
To touch them,
They disappear,
So I can't trust them,
So I guess,
I'll fix my eyes,
Into a stare,
In my dwelling
On myself,
I've come between me,
And now I can't remember,
If I've seen me,
But I'll keep on keeping on,
Till all is said and done,
And I think, I therefore have,
Forever, been me.


...for Dad.

Distant Presence

Your words and music,
Caress my aching mind,
I can feel the stress subside,
Your angels voice,
Brings a welcome, draining,
Tear to my eye,
And I'm grateful,
For your distant presence,
Your music,
Washing over me,
Purifies my soul,
And your gift's so sweet,
It bites my spine like fire,
So clear, there in your voice,
And I'm grateful,
For your distant presence,
Your voice,
Releases me from doubt,
With it's haunting, yearning, love,
It represents,
A pure, rare, truthful, talent,
Cascading down from above,
And I'm grateful,
For your distant presence,
Your voice,
Has enchanting innocence,
Inherently, inspiring, 
So beautiful,
It heals my hurting heart,
And I hope,
You keep on singing,
Forever,
And I'm grateful,
For your distant,
Presence.

Bull

    I am not a gifted poet
Just a spewer of the word,
If it forms a poem so be it
It irrelevant, absurd.

I am not a pretense prophet,
I just comment and observe,
Now and then as luck would have it
We get back what we deserve

I am not a saint, or seer,
Not a sentimental sage,
I am just another seeker
Turning  yet another page.

This is just a ball of fire,
Covered by a coat of mud,
We are just a bunch of carbon,
Floating in a sea of blood

Do not think what we do matters,
Earth will turn when we are gone,
We are just a tenant renting,
Eviction notice pending dawn

Heed these words, they are no deeper,
Than a babies unheard cry,
  If we aren’t our brother’s keeper,
   Truth be told, we live a lie.

This is just more bull I’m shitting,
No need to listen, nothing new,
What’s the diff I am only spitting,
Words and phrases over you.

Take or leave these words of wisdom,
For they are not wise at all,
We create with pride a prison,
Into which we all will fall.

Bottomless Pit

You talk to yourself,
And answer you back,
And look for the answers,
Where fiction is fact,
You stand on the bottom,
Of a bottomless pit,
Where what's underfoot,
Is all that you get,
So you look straight up,
At the pin prick of light,
That's so far away,
It's just out of sight,
As you wallow in darkness,
Searching for light,
Wishing for day,
Knowing, just night,
So climb from the pit,
Grab on to your sides,
Pull yourself up,
There's nothing to hide,
Climb from the pit,
And fill it back in,
Then bury the shovel,
If you want to win,
Bottomless pit,
Bottomless pit,
Once you've been there,
You'll never forget.  

Steal Away

Lets steal away,
Just me and you,
Harness hope,
To self be true,
Fly to destiny,
Within our dreams,
Lets steal away,
To paradise,
Find the virtue,
In the vice,
The cards
This dealer dealt,
Are wild,  it seems.

Fly me,
Way up high,
Steal away,
From the lie,
Take me,
Where I can be me.
I’ve been,
Caged too long,
A song bird,
Without song,
Something,
Must be wrong,
With me.

We walk a fickle chosen path,
Alone we reap and feel the wrath,
We wallow in a tepid bath,
Of fear.
When all it takes is letting go,
To be the self you’ve come to know,
And break out from behind
The frozen mirror.


Steal me
From this jail,
Send me,
Through the mail,
Bend me,
I’m a nail,
In rock.
Do me,
I’m a hole,
Screw me,
And my soul,
Woo me,
Take control
Lets talk.


Let us sing a sweet duet,
Celebrate the fact we met,
This waters warm and so I’m wet
With dew.
Let us sing a melody,
Celebrate sweet ecstasy,
For I believe in harmony,
And you.

Steal away,
To be with you,
Just a dream,
They don’t come true,
Dysphorically
I write cathartic verse.
Steal away,
Into the night,
Leave behind,
This fear and fright,
Sweet destiny !
Please dissolve this curse.

Act Your Age

Act your age,
It’s only a number,
Where have you been,
Goin’ down, goin’ under,
What have you done,
Or can’t you remember,
Have you locked it away,
You pathetic pretender.

Well it’s not who you know,
In this rotten old world,
It’s who you blow,
And so swallow,
Don’t spit out, your pride.

Act your age,
Whatever that means,
For in this rotten old world,
It’s not who you know,
It seems,
So as time is fleeting,
Don’t beat yourself up,
Just keep repeating,
Never give up,
And never give up on your dream.

‘Cause it’s not who you know,
In this rotten old world,
It’s who you blow,
And so swallow,
Don’t spit out, your pride.

Futility

 
Another singer sings a song,
Spreads a message,
Right or wrong,
But no one listens,
To the words he has to say,
So such a futile exercise,
Shouldn't take us by surprise,
Because the drums and the guitar,
Just came to play,
And just what can music do,
But make you hum a bar or two,
No miracle's expected,
Or been claimed,
And to expect it to be more,
Than what it is,
Is to be sure,
A misconception,
In this mean well, message, game,
And I think this futile game,
Will always be the same,
So don't you get your hopes up,
For a savior,
For a guitar is a guitar,
And a drum is just a drum,
And neither has much to do,
With our behavior,
So the messages,
Keep coming,
And the messengers keep humming,
And the drummers keep on drumming,
Out their beat,
But if you think someone will get it,
Well you can just forget it,
For it's a given,
That what fades also repeats,
So meanwhile keep on dancing,
To the music and the beat,
Eventually the message might get through,
That no matter what is said,
The message isn't dead,
For the music may be all we need to do.

I've Been to Hell

I've been to hell,
Know what it's like,
Don't like it there,
There's more to life,
Like love, and family,
I've seen it all,
It hurt my eyes,
I hid the truth,
And told the lies,
So truthfully,
That now, I see,
It isn't worth,
The price you pay,
To drink your pain,
And tears away,
And now I know,
The cost to me,
So living clean,
Is hard to learn,
And what you pay,
Is what you earn,
And nothing's free,
Be or not to be,
'Cause you're,
Your own worst enemy,
And you're,
Your own best friend,
And it depends what you decide,
Your means, dictate your end,
And you choose, a smooth,
Or rocky road, to destiny,
Because you know,
How wrong a wrong can be,
So when you choose a path in life,
Take your time and do it right,  
Because you know, the careless,
Soon lose sight,
For there's more to life,
Than selfish gain,
And pleasure, isn't worth the pain,
And now I see,
So don't you see,
I've been to hell,
Know what it's like,
Don't like it there,
There's more to life,
Like love, and family.

The Lost

Well, here we are again,
Over a beer and joint,
Solving the worlds problems,
Or at the least whining
Good and hard about it,
What a fucking waste,
I mean,
Talk about applying yourself,
Negative this and that,
Accomplishing sweet dick,
Nothing to show for your effort
But several hundred dead trees,
And writers cramp to boot,
You, this friend of frustration,
This, self professed poet
Competing for ear time,
In an ill fated quest toward
The back shadowy corner
Of a dusty library shelf,
Designated sitter,
Of bitter sweet contempt,
And perpetual contemplation,
Yes, here we are again,
Same shit, different day,
Another night,
Another round table,
And just one more little fable,
Closer to obscurity,
Searching through the darkness,
For, who knows what,
And having one hell of a trying time,
Yes, here we are again,
The lost.

I Am

I am a drop in an ocean,
A particle of matter,
A bubble off level,
And mad as a hatter,
I am hot and cold,
Fire and ice,
In a place where it's getting,
Hard to be nice,
I am as rich as chocolate,
Poor as a priest,
Hungry as a hippo,
Without a feast,
I am as tall as a mountain,
Under the sea,
Short as a dog, might seem,
To a flea,
I am another in a line,
Waiting for the end,
A friend for the friendless,
With a hand I can lend,
I am as kind as a human,
Cruel as the same,
Sometimes I am humble,
And other times vain,
I am as tall as a giant,
In the universe,
There are times I am better,
And times I am worse,
I am a tear on the face,
Of a world, full of woe,
I am a flake in the wind,
Of a storm, full of snow,
I am like many other people,
But then again, I'm not,
So I give thanks,
For what I'm given,
For it's all that I've got.

Kindred Spirits

Life is born of love and truth,
Poets wise beyond their youth,
Sinners hide from their regrets,
And so place too many bets,
Lovers lie in black and white,
Haters can't tell wrong from right,
Liars run from their deceit,
Winners run from their defeat,
All you and I can ever do,
Won't mean shit when we are through,
For time we measure with a clock,
Just doesn't matter to a rock,
Space expands beyond it's suns,
Rivers lead to where they run,
Light would not be, if not for dark,
Because the difference, is the spark,
Thinkers think, it's what they do,
Dreamers dream, some false some true,
Life, a quest toward a goal,
Will you save or sell your soul,
Kindred spirits ride the wind,
Searching, striving, longing, zen, 
Imagine Peace now, for the win
Find the love, Begin again.
.  

Love and Hate

Love hides,
Within the shadows,
Behind the veils of hate,
Love is lost,
And disillusioned,
And often shows up late,
Love's as lazy,
As a mother cat,
Nursing a new a litter,
And shows up like a blister,
After hate has pulled the trigger,
Love is complacent,
And believing,
Taking trust for granted,
And quite often has it's eyes shut,
When the seeds of hate,
Are planted,
Love's elusive,
As a greasy pig,
And twice as indecisive,
While hatred thrives in fear and doubt,
Confident, divisive.
Love is ever searching,
But never seems to find,
The cure for hate and ignorance,
We always leave behind.
Love and hate,
Will have to wait,
They'll never come together,
For they're afraid of difference,
Opposites, forever. 

The Wanting

Lust, forbidden, grips me,
Clouds my better judgment,
Strength gives way to fevered flesh,
My will, enchantment weakened
Conscience has been silenced,
Forever missing in action,
Head left spinning,
Captive of your charm,
Wanting to be wanted,
Pursuit, half the fun,  
I'd spend hours, giving you,
Whatever you desire 
I'll soothe your pain with pleasure,
Embrace your mind and soul,
Caress your aching heart,
Until it's whole.

Make My Bed

 
I've got a wheel barrow full of tears,
Accumulated through the years,
A product of my doubt and fear,
So make my bed tonight,
Got this basket case of wasted time,
Just in case I change my mind,
I keep it right where I can't find,
Any strength to fight,
So make my bed,
Into a mess,
Make it again,
And never confess,
Yeah make my bed,
And sleep in it too,
And get up again,
In time for round two,
This body's racked with aches and pains,
To match my head, in case it rains,
And so what is, will still remain,
Until I get it right,
I've got a wheel barrow full of tears,
Accumulated through the years,
A product of the doubt and fear,
So make my bed tonight,
Yeah, make my bed,
Those covers are mine,
Give 'em back,
And just look at the time,
Yeah make my bed,
We'll just hop to it,
For time's a bitch,
Unless you do it,
Got this wheel barrow  full of tears,
Accumulated through the years,
A product of my doubt and fear,
So make my bed, tonight,
Yeah, keep me warm tonight.

Mother Nature

You are crap in a toilet bowl,
And I just heard it flush,
So watch the little whirlpool,
While you're waiting for the crush,
You are spokes
On a giant bicycle wheel,
All bent out of shape,
So listen to them rattle,
While you catch it all on tape,
You are fishies
In a great big sea,
Of water, chummed with truth,
So think a minute,
While you can,
For sharks are long of tooth,
You are specs of fly dirt,
On a wall, of bricks,
Made out of mud,
So pinch yourself, if you're awake,
And smell the winds of blood,
You are helpless individuals,
Connected by a wire,
So grab your lap top, and a chair,
And curl up by the fire,
You're spawning little salmon roe,
Passengers in transit,
So use the senses given you,
As if supply, demands it,
You're nothing on the grander scale,
Life is love if you choose it,
It all depends on attitude,
Whether or not you lose it,
You are parts that constitute a whole,
Dependent on each other,
So smarten up, you spoiled brats,
And heed your fucking mother.  

No One is Immune

What do you mean,
You don't know,
You just don't want to know,
And I can't say I blame you,
It easier to be an ostrich,
These days,
Than soak up
All the bloody images for sale,
They need to hand out blinders,
In the delivery room,
Either that or barf bags,
I mean, lets get real,
What the fuck happened
To this place,
It's nothing but a cesspool,
Come to think of it,
It's the same as it ever was,
Except now we wade in it,
Record every last gory detail,
And replay it over and over
To the point of puking,
What gives,
Are we addicted to our own  
Self destructive nature,
Some idiot makes history,
Some other idiot records it,
And a whole bunch
Of other idiots,
Run around with microphones,
Asking stupid questions,
Selling T shirts,
Making movies and toys,
All in the name of freedom ?
Money and excess,
What do you mean you don't know,
Where have you been,
Hibernating,
Oh, you're one of those,
One of those weirdos
No TV, No PC, no cell.
One of those bookworm types,
I bet you sneak a peak
Once in a while though, don't ya,
I thought so,
No one is immune.

The Rebel

       
I left like it was all a dream,
As if a blip upon a screen,
Like a script made up for Mr. Dean,
Lifted from a movie scene,
I'm gone before I thought I'd go,
And so it's said, you never know,
But this is real, and not a show,
Is that myself, I see below,
I'm out beyond the other side,
And on the way enjoyed the ride,
And to my friends, it's like I hide,
Although it's not my fault, I died,
I'm out beyond the edge of where,
I've left you memories, you can share,
And so it's said, it isn't fair,
How could I go, how could I dare,
I'm out beyond the edge of night,
Looking down, with all in sight,
It seems so wrong, but it's alright,
The warmth is coming from the light,
I'm out beyond the edge of time,
As if living was a crime,
I thought that I was doing fine,
But now I've gone and crossed that line,
I'm out beyond the edge of space,
And now I look upon His face,
And though no longer in the race,
I think you'd really like this place,
So keep this rebel's memory strong,
To help you through your rights and wrongs,
Although I didn't live that long,
I showed you how to get along,
And so my friends, please don't be sad,
Just think of all the times we had,
And when you're feeling down and blue,
Remember that I'll wait for you.

Can’t Break Through

We build up walls,
Made of fear,
Made of pain,
Made of tears.
A mountain top,
Out of reach,
  The air is full,
Of what we preach.
But we can’t break through,
This barrier,
We can’t break through,
This world
Won’t change,
Cycles repeat,
People dying,
In the street,
Innocence,
Turned to bloody meat,
Terror flying,
Through the air,
Turning
Up the heat,
But we cant break through,
The point is missed,
The world is pissed,
It shakes it’s fist,
We cant break through,
Though plain as day,
There’s another way,
Than this.
With love we push
Away this hatred,
Yet cant break through
The stubborn gate of hell,
Afraid to tell the truth.
Fear this change
Just will not come,
We are deaf, dumb,
To war, numb,
We cant break through,
Until we learn how to love.

This is the Life

Go ahead, rant,
Scream your fuckin' head off,
If you think it'll do you any good,
But if you think your bullshit,
Has any affect, what so ever,
On this sorry asshole,
Then think again,
Who do you think you are, any way,
The fuckin' pope,
And come to think of it,
Who does he think he is,
Mister holier than thou,
Self-righteous,
I mean, I'm me, you're you,
And that's it, that's all,
Change is constantly changing nothing,  
And anything I say, or you say, or we say,
Is never permanent,
I mean, I hear the cries,
I see the pain,
The hurt, the hate, the despair,
But all the words in the world,
Mean fuck all,
Do you hear me, fuck all,
People have been talking for ages,
About working together,
And all it takes is one, shit for brains,
Gun toting, hate festered, fear monger,
With an action plan,
Bigger than any five syllable word,
I've ever seen, to snap,
And fuck things up for everybody,
It's sad, but this writer,
Who's in love with words,
Lyrics, and poems,
And stories, and love thy neighbor,
And turn the other cheek, and
All that other sensitive, meek and weak
Inherit the earth, crap,
Has come to the conclusion,
Without, might I add, jumping,
That words, alone,
Look and sound real pretty,
But they only reach people that
Don't need them,
So carry on, keep it up,
Get it off you burdened heart,
And mind and soul or whatever,
I mean you can't leave all those words,
Cooped up inside, forever,
But remember,
You're only changing yourself,
And maybe reaching your peers,
And that's about it,
The rest couldn't give a rat's ass,
Hey, by the way,
Pass me another beer,
And a chicken wing,
The night is young,
This is the life, cheers.

Time is Money

You dream of money,
All the time,
While it's time, that fades away,
And as time drains the wisdom,
Of every last soul,
We all just live for today,
And the future is bleak,
If the past is a mirror,
Of what we all can expect,
For if time stores the wisdom,
And we choose to ignore it,
Our guilt is the crime of neglect,
But if we quit dreams of self,
And think of another,
And dream of a future passed,
We'll live for tomorrow,
Respect yesterday,
And stop going nowhere so fast,
For time is the money,
Everyone spends,
In this land of have and have not,
So if you've got the time,
Let's raise some money,
And spend it on what we forgot,
For it's quarter to eleven,
And time's running out,
On our hour of wants and needs,
So you make the choice, individually,
For we all must live with our deeds,
So what will it be,
The greed or the giving,
It's all on the menu we swallow,
And soup of the day,
Will be hope or decay,
Depending on recipe followed.

War is Fucking Hell.

Quit fucking fighting,
You greedy fucking assholes,
Cant you get it through your fucking skulls,
War is fucking hell.
Shut your fucking mouth you selfish pricks
And open up your fucking ears
Perhaps you’ll even hear a baby fucking cry,
Perhaps you’ll see the fucking tears.
War is fucking hell,
Far as I can fucking tell,
Not sure though, never fucking been,
Just know what I’ve fucking seen.
War is fucking hell,
Except when you aren’t fucking there,
Cuz then you can push a fucking button,
From a fucking easy chair.
War is fucking hell,
But popular it would fucking seem,
Easier to fucking blow things up,
Than share each others fucking dreams.
Thats mine give it fucking back,
Clear the fucking playground for attack,
My dad’s fucking bigger, so just watch out,
Or he’ll come by and fucking punch yours out.
War is fucking hell, a fucking bully game,
Twisted fucking fear wrapped in fucking shame,
And in the sandbox sit the fucking meek,
Sorrow streaming down their fucking cheeks.
War is fucking hell,
An inherent fucking inbred spell,
On it we can fucking rely
To perpetuate the fucking lie.

Child of War

Up rooted by war,
Where love once grew,
Dirt now lives,
Barren and cold,
Where hope glimmered,
Despair laughs, triumphant,
But perhaps, from this ground,
Caring and love will rise
To see another sun,
And though sometimes,
Our senses appear to lie dormant,
Due to violence and hate,
And no longer function normally,
The hostility must not win,
Child of war, forgive us,
Your blank stare,
Says it all, WHY ? !
Child of war,
I wish your tears
Could cleanse the ignorant.

Who Needs to Fall in Love?

You don’t have to fall in love,
You can make it,
You don’t have to always give,
You can take it,
You don’t have to even care,
You can fake it,
Who needs to fall in love?

You don’t have to kick my ass,
You can kiss it,
You don’t have to shine my shoe,
You can lick it,
You don’t have to be that way,
You can stick it,
Who needs to fall in love?

You don’t have to love me
Now or tomorrow,
You don’t have to give a shit
About sorrow,
You don’t have to beg
Steal or borrow,
Who needs to fall in love?

You don’t have to love me
Now or forever,
Don’t have to love at all,
No never,
Just commit to yourself,
And say whatever,
Who needs to fall in love?

You don’t have to wonder
Why we are here,
Who the hell else,
Would keep track
Of the year,
Just divide up the guilt,
And subtract all the fear,
Who needs to fall in love?
Who needs to fall in love?

Beauty

Beauty 

Beauty is

A baby's cry at birth,

A baby's step,

The first,

A mother's touch,

A father's smile,

And forgiveness,

Of self and others.

Beauty is,

Wiping someones tears away,

Hugging, helping,

Kind words we say,

A gift we give,

A gift received,

And eternal graciousness.

Beauty is,

Love, faith, hope and cheer!

and freedom from fear,

A song to sing,

A talent not wasted,

Truth and friendship,

Unquestioned.

Beauty is,

Unconditional love and understanding,

A glowing tolerance,

A respect of difference,

Knowledge and acceptance.

Beauty is,

A flower in spring,

A winter wind, and mercy,

Beauty is,

A bird in flight,

A summer night, and you!!!

For beauty is within us all,

Given...common...potential!