As a child you are a victim, an adult, a volunteer.

So many wrongs, and self abuse, in time to disappear.

The unforgiven have a prison that is dark and wicked deep.

If the unforgiving don’t let go then neither one can sleep.

A great unknown, that time has shown and sometimes looks like change.

If letting go has left some marks, then no words can rearrange.

Tears of laughter and tears of joy, they look the same I guess.

You killed my dog, I’ll kill your cat has no virtues; I confess.

So try and find forgiveness, or maybe just understand.

That if I hurt you I must confess it wasn’t really planned.

The divided have confided that their views are not the same.

Their voices speak of choices and trend towards disdain.

Their passions are their fashion’s that they wear so well.

Being right and black is white and no arguments can quell.

She had a look all business, that some mistook for cold.

I charmed my way into the dark, a sort of drama did unfold.

She said I lacked commitment. That she would change me from within.

She showed me all her prowess. How and where I could begin.

I was looking for an exit, a strange light outside appeared.

I made my way I don’t know how, like the seas a path was cleared.

This story has no moral except somewhere else I did arrive.

Unless she’s here and in my dreams then I made it out alive.

Another day, sundown. Another night sundown. Fades to midnight blue. There’s nothing I can’t do!

And here comes the night and I hear your voice and I lose my way. Where are you now? Can I touch you somehow? You’re somewhere near sleep, where images fade. Here comes the sun. Another night is done. Here comes the sun and here I go again.

Saw the man he was shot down, eyes rolled white, he was shot down; breathed goodbye… that sound. Fades to midnight blue and there’s nothing I can do. And here comes the night and I hear your voice and I lose my way. Where are you now? Can I touch you somehow? You’re somewhere near sleep where images fade…

Here comes the sun. Another night is done. Here comes the sun and here I go again.

The day the Voice moved in with me. He brought his good friend fear. Said, We all share your heart and soul… You’ll soon forget were here. “

The day the Voice moved in with me. Peace and sleep moved out. The addict he was at the door and the Voice did jump and shout!

Said we like you, we like it here, we know you like us too. And we know you’ll like our friends, cause true friends are so few.

The Voice would talk for hours about nothing much at all. All the noise would wake the fears and the drunk would wake withdrawal. Years had passed in tears and stains and I had to kill the fear. The drunk he left in the middle of night; said he didn’t like it here.

The Voice returns sometimes when I sleep, but he’s gone when I awake. The strength it took to kill the fear was more than he could take. And the drunk is with the addict and they live from coast to coast… And sometimes when I pray to God I pray you’re not their host.

Singing, “We like you, we like it here, we know you like us too, and we know you will like our friends cause true friends are so few.”

The bitter cold has lifted, the snowflakes melted wet.

The winds are more forgiving, we are huddled with feet set.

On ground as hard as clay, under sky as white as bone.

We are humbled and forgiven, yet we feel so all alone.

Maybe it’s just the season, it might be something more.

We are waiting on deliverance, in that distance there’s a roar.

I don’t know why my baby loves clowns Whose painted on tears never fall down I don’t know what she sees in their eyes Perhaps the line between horror/surprise.

I don’t know why my baby can’t sing… Why carnival music isn’t her thing. Songs fill my head when I’m at the fair. Searching for clues in clowns everywhere.

I don’t know why she screams at night… I hope it’s not why she holds me so tight Cause I’m the type, I’m weak for love. Carnival music I rise above.

Is it the pain or is it the fears? For some carnival crimes from yesteryears… Maybe it’s you, maybe I’ll never know. Maybe it’s me, baby let go.

Humpty Dumpty sat on the wall… Humpty Dumpty had a great fall…. Went to her shrink, ended up at the mall. Humpty Dumpty wanted it all.

Chances were the premium at the Chances Store.

I called up their proprietor and asked for just one more.

Inside information suggested relocate. When they closed the Chances Store… It sealed the users fate.

No plans for the future and the future it is here. Who knew that the sun would rise and whisper last nights fear.

So we headed for the highway which ended at the light. Looked upon arrival, no Chances Store in sight.

Searching for the answers that will ease the fears, some will stand there crying to find few are buying tears.

All are someone’s baby, lost along the way. Strangers and sojourners who have lost the need to pray.

And I say Pray!

It is drama in the kitchen.

Exaggeration on the phone.

Silence in the bedroom.

Until we are all alone.

It is drama all this bitchin.

Humiliation… no atone.

Beauty is just skin deep.

And Ugly goes to the bone.

Unavoidable

Unstoppable

Irreversible

Unsustainable.

Nothing new under the sun.

The best laid plans of mice and men.

In for a penny, in for a pound.

There ain’t no turning back!

Nothing ventured, nothing gained.

It is just a phase we are going through.

It’s not the size of the man in the fight, it’s the size of the fight in the man.

We are all in this together.

If you don’t have health and family, little else matters.

Keep the faith 🙏