There was once a man in the days of old
Who was wise, witty, and patient, cunning and bold.
When thinking of how his story was told,
He went back to counting his pieces of gold.
But Change was a-knocking, it was on its way,
And the man never had anything to say.
He thought long and hard, almost for a day,
And asked if Change was here to stay.
It responded with a smile, and nodded to him,
Saying that he should live on a whim,
(Reminding him of his old days, so sad and dim,
Noting that he was once also quiet and grim,
But wise was this chance, wise all along.)
He said, "Man, all you need is a song.
Thinking randomly will bring you along
The path of happiness, where the road is long.
So be happy, carefree and without fear,
For the path to happiness is marked without tear,
And all the people from everywhere will hear,
Of the one man who lived his life clear."
Written on 6-21-2002
I once was asked
by a stranger passing by,
What exactly does it feel like,
to be living out a lie?
All I could respond
Caused him to roll an eye,
For it was so preposterous,
That he let out a big "sigh".
Then I thought to myself,
"What if this man's right?
Am I living the exact opposite
Of what I think is right?"
I said I'm not lying
When I proclaim
That throughout my life
Things haven't been the same.
They change, and appear as if
They are opposites
but they truly are
Only small composites
Of the bigger picture,
Thrown in from everywhere,
To make a perfect mixture.
"Such is life," I said to him.
"Sometimes life is controlled by whims.
So don't worry about the little thing;
Worrying will get you nothing.
2 wrongs don't make a right,
But that's alright,
Cause my sight's
Set on Jesus Christ, Lord of light.
Written on 6-24-2002
I've sold my soul to the devil,
Who revels in lives that are dissheveled,
I can't believe I actually did it;
Now I get it, he doesn't want me to quit it,
cause that's his weakness,
his one uniqueness, and now I seek this
piece to my puzzles;
puzzled over missing pieces
as I find my releases,
Cause that's when I see this
in its clearest form,
born deformed, later forced to conform
to the world and its ways
in these darkest of days,
amidst the haze, full of craze,
standing in a daze
at my presence.
The devil resents
a child of the Resident
of the heavens;
A Christian,
Fishin' for hearts of lost men
and women
tryin' to be denyin'
the attempts of Satan
and the demonic posse
who appear bossy,
but with the armor of God
they're all shoddy.
Written on 6-26-2002
On the path way to destruction
I take a look to the right
and I see the light,
Coming from the holy Cross
and I see a less traveled path.
Though I love to venture it,
My habit personality tells me,
It tells me how comfortable I am,
and how it will all change
If I turn back around.
It promises me the riches
of all the earth,
Just so I can remain
On a path of darkness
Shrouded by sorrow.
While I walk the path,
I am accompanied by guilt,
Who talks propaganda for the "light"er way,
My indecisive nature gives in,
but does nothing to change my path.
Alas, I am still in the same direction,
In the shadow of fear and loneliness,
Looking for a welcomed companion.
No one ventures this path to meet people,
But to lose one's self
In sorrow, agony and anguish,
Tears raining down, over all things.
And confusion clouds my judgement
and I can't see a way out,
Out of this lonely state of depair.
Written on 7-5-2002