Why Be A Fool?

Why be a fool,
chained like a prisoner?
The things that you do,
are the things of this world.

A fool makes today,
a mirror for tomorrow.
The reflections that you view,
are the things that will not last.

Why be an idiot?
Dumb to the truth!
The things that make you ignorant,
are the things of this world.

An idiot does nothing today,
and tomorrow, and tomorrow and the next day.
All what comes your way,
are things that don’t matter.

Why be a fool?
Brake the chains!
The things that you could do,
are the things that could change the world.

A wise and godly man lives today,
as if there were no tomorrow.
The images that come his way,
are treasures stored in Heaven.

My Child

You’re so saturated with life’s explosive energy
The race for maturity has begun and you’re in the lead
My day of grind and drudgery never proceeds at the pace desired
Your bright smile makes a frigid day warm and slow day end

Give me that bear hug and squeeze me tight
I’ll not let go until your affectionate kiss follows
Allow my arms to hold you just a few seconds more
Moments like this don’t last, tomorrow steals today

“Daddy, want to play with me?” Sweet words indeed
Choo-choo trains and building blocks await me
Farm tractors and speedy fire trucks trumpet my name
There’s work to be done in the land of make-believe

Dreamer of dreams that only your eyes behold
Unrestrained imagination that I can no longer comprehend
Questions of why and what encircle my constricted intellect
Occasionally questions remain unanswered and just because satisfies

“Daddy, want to read to me?” More sweet words
We lye on the bed and I expose the pages of a fairy tale
That ol’ dependable Cat in the Hat came back
He opened my mind and now he visits you

The promise of night comes way to rapid
I’m somewhat saddened to see the sun drift to sleep
I know your energy will soon return tomorrow
And I thank the Lord for the challenge ahead of me

“Time for bed little one and say your prayer”
Dreams are ready and waiting to take my place
“Nite-nite daddy, I love you,” your sleepy voice whispers
“I love you too, my child, I love you too”

And She Cries

And she cries as the tears fall in her hands
She cries and cries, this was not like she had planned
As the world comes crashing down with no defense
Wishing mind machines can’t mend a broken fence
So she cries, oh she cries

Stories from the fairy tale aren’t true
But the memories will stand without the news
Life is not a silly game to win or lose
She took the wrong direction when she had to choose

Pounding hands are steady at her door
Curled up like a baby on the floor
She can’t fight the battle’s battle anymore
The pain’s not worth what she’s fighting for

(Chorus)
And she cries but the tears don’t help the pain
She cries and cries, but the feelings still remain
As the world comes crashing down full of regrets
Wishing wells don’t have a guarantee as of yet
So she cries, oh she cries

And she cries as the tears fall in her hands
She cries and cries, this was not the masters plan
As the world comes crashing down with no defense
Wishing mind machines can’t mend a broken fence
But Jesus can, yes Jesus can and she cries

Should I?

Should I scream at the world or hold it all in?
Walk around town with a fake silly grin
Play musical chairs with only myself
Talk to the mirror and no one else

Should I cry out to God and ask Him why?
Everyone’s blessed with permission to fly
I’m in the valley, struggling it seems
While everyone else is living their dreams

Should I camp at Your door and constantly pray?
Pound on the glass day after day
Blessings like rivers seem damned by your hand
And I’m told to wait as it’s part of your plan

Should I seek some advice from others I know?
And try not to let all this jealousy show
Rivers and rain drops they all work together
I guess there’s no truth in never say never

Should I run through the hills till my body gives out?
Curse at the wind and expose all my doubt
Why is the reason so secret and locked
Why is my boat never loosed from the dock

Should I wave at the sea till my ship comes in?
My hand in the air and the sun on my skin
How long should I wait, how long should I pine
My love never comes, my light never shines

Should I…?

Cords

Cords of bitterness, cords of pain
Bind the heart, restricting flow
Tied in knots, bound in sin
Dam the rivers flow within

Cords of loneliness, cords of fright
Attach to self and self control
Joined in bundle, lost in sin
Wondering where your life begins

Cords of hate, cords of spite
Unite with demons, inner soul
Wrapped in thread, chasing sin
Looking forward and back again

Cords of hurt, cords of cheat
Fasten deeply, crushing blow
Banded together, embracing sin
Never loosing, never win

Cords of past, cords of late
Meshed together, long ago
Free from darkness, free from sin
Never to be who I was again

This poem was inspired after I listened to the song "I'm not who I was" by Brandon Heath, and also watching the video that is posted on his myspace.

Plastic Faces

Tattered traces, webbing spun
Crying heart to sinners gun
Laughing, talking, drink in hand
Cursing, seething, spoiled plan

Running races, finish line
Crying heart to inner crime
Living, breathing, seize the day
Weekend, heyday, time to play

Plastic faces, tattooed smile
Crying heart to endless mile
Chocking, wheezing, swallow hard
Spitting, puking, body scarred

Quite places, quite shouts
Crying heart to crying out
Sobbing, reaching, tangled web
Tired, mangled on drifting ebb

Pleading cases, looking up
Crying heart to mended cup
Surrender, loosing, giving in
Forgiveness, freedom, life begins

Majesty, Kings and Grace

We search for majesty, kings and grace
Pining for dignity behind necktie and lace
Prim and proper in gardens grown
Fields of dirt from nothing sown

Wounded hearts and paper cuts
Starving children in garbage dumps
We search for answers, seek the truth
Living waters, fountains of youth

God becomes second, world becomes first
One becomes treasured the other gets cursed
Money for pleasure, money for pain
Some for the debt the other for gain

Turn from the ravage we see on the screen
Awake from the nightmare call it a dream
Flee from the battle field, flee from the home
Run from commitment and all they have known

Dance without dignity, sway without shame
Give reason for sin and give sin a name
Bathe in the waste, wash with the dung
Believe that it’s heaven, lie with the tongue

Seek for false majesty, kingdom and grace
Pine for the fake and live for the chase
Plant your own garden, eat of what grows
Live for the moment, reap what you sow