Complex Simplicity of Art

Will someone not listen?
Will someone not hear?
I ask for understanding
Yet am confronted with fear!

This thing of war, so foolish and sick.
The smell of death, so smoky & thick.
When some become greedy and selfishness rules
Men find the best ways to use killing tools.

Exactly the way I want to feel
Like the trunk of a Live Oak

Beware the Freaklie bird my son,
the beak that bites, the breath that stinks,

her words fell
upon his deaf ears
he never really listened
yet she vibrated
when he walked in the room
he listened to everyone
but missed her words of enlightment
she walked in his shad…

i wrapped myself
in early morning sun
the birds sang their song
i cleansed myself
in the sea of hope
and my fears disappeared
i danced through the trees
in the forest of faith
regaining…

Does the moon ask the night why
it must give itself to darkness?
Does the sun beg the earth for its freedom
from everlasting heat?

Do the stars gnash their teeth at the galaxy,
stompin…

She’s an angel with reasons
Answering the prayers to which I’ve been pleading
I asked “Please Lord, give me a reason to believe in them”
And as this angel descended while I prayed kneeling …

He sits in the darkness
Staring into the nothingness that surrounds him
Feeling, knowing it’s the end
In the dark there is no object, no walls or curtains
just him and darkness
He shuts hi…

Would you believe me if I said I still miss you?
Would you believe me if I said I really did love you?
Would you believe me if I said you do mean something to me?
Would you believe me if I s…

With a voice like dripping melted butterscotch
He breathes life into me, through fiber optics
Drowning me in, encasing me in amber glory
I am caught again, alive again, through him
I am flo…

Where are you when i needed a shoulder to cry on?
A hug 2 comfort my tears? My fears?
When i felt unwanted? Unloved? Worthless?
Why do I feel so alone even when i’m surrounded by people?
Wh…

LIFE IS HARD BUT HANG ON IN THERE

Every beginning has to end,
Like every start has to stop,
Too much pain for you to take
Weak and fragile, slowly you break,
Icy cold and pitch black is the very sign of nearing END,
DEATH…

Who can stop the bastards now

Daddy..
Father..
Padre..

Words I wish I could say once with real sincerity and love;
Say it once without being forced to say it by others or circumstances.
Someone that I wish had brough…