A short race!

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Untitled 10/9/17

You lift me up with your hands. Lead me out of the trench.                                              Followed me back to safety. Now I question what you gave.                                                   All the choices that you made. Running through my mind like crazy.                                       Are we alone when scared. Can you convince us you are there.

Draft

I hear you spout your lies. Watch you beg for forgiveness.

Say you washed your mouth clean.  No more nonsense.

Small Steps – poem/lyrics

Take a small step.

Move one foot at a time.

Only go forward.

Or you get left behind.

Gotta stay balanced.

Can’t fall out of line.

Keep up those small steps.

You gotta get yours, I gotta get mine.

Reach that cruising speed.

Balanced and up right.

A tall but unsure walk.

Doubt is masked as pride.

A cache of weapons at hand.

And not fully convinced to fight.

Keep up those small steps.

You gotta get yours, I gotta get mine.

Take a small step.

Move one foot at a time.

Slow down take a breath.

Hang out on the side.

A short run, one big jump.

Not eager to cross the finish line.

Keep up those small steps.

You gotta get yours, I gotta get mine.

Stop! – new short poem/lyrics

Stop!
We’ve heard your facts before.
Shouted loud like a lions roar.
Repeated as you wish.
Can’t change the historical record.
Just stop.

Stop!
The bickering and namecalling ruse.
The whole nobody’s been more critized than you.
Everytime you type.
The more we lose.
Stop, please.

Stop!
Words can inspire actions.
Can be used to invite violence.
Hot heads are childish.
Use your head before offering any kind of response.
Please, stop.

Stop!
Giving each side fuel.
Acting like a bully at school.
Work for all, unify us.
A job well done can’t be denied if it’s true.
Until then, I beg, please just stop.

Return Empty Handed – new song/poem

A newly created song/poem.

Take me home.
Back to the black.
Take me home.
To the castle I know.

I was young when I strayed.
Illusions of wealth and fame.
A grand ill thought out plan.
Of running away.
In my eyes I had to run.
To take what I thought was mine.
A man with fire in my blood.
A man with an unfaltering drive.

Take me home.
Back to the black.
Take me home.
To the castle I know.

Arrived on New Year’s Eve.
Shocked by what I’d seen.
Thousands of people just like me.
They could play, and dance, and sing.
Grew up being told I was special.
Unique and one of a kind.
My heart was crushed.
I was sold a well meant lie.

Take me home.
Back to the black.
Take me home.
To the castle I know.

Adjust to a new reality.
Just another fish in the sea.
Accept I can be beat.
Always someone better than me.
Gave it my best and failed.
The story of my life.
Can’t claim a success.
But at least I tried.
At least I tried.