God Heals With ChildrenI sit on a small bench in the middle of a fieldReading solitary in the stillness of the morningTall grass and wild flowers reach toward the sunA handful of small boys run across the upper part of my visionHands flown upward like the wings of geeseLittle throats garbled in the mimicking of airplanesA mother and her young children sit on the bench across meThe older boy runs and hides in the grassPeeking at the rest of us from various anglesThe little girl lollers around on her seatThe youngest boy wanders, making innocent mischiefTumbling to and fro, large eyes drinking the surroundings on his excursionI watch without c
Dancing Beyond The SeaThe band did one of my favorite songs:Beyond The SeaIt even had singers.He took me to dance with.I had been singing alongAnd he told me to keep singing.So I did."Somewhere beyond the seaSomewhere, watching for meMy lover stands on golden sandAnd watches the ships that so sailing"I tried not to look him in the eyes."Somewhere beyond the seaHe's there, watching for meIf I could fly like birds on highThen straight to his arms I'd go sailing"Funny. I was in his arms, technically."It's far beyond the starsIt's near beyond the moonI know beyond a doubtMy heart will lead me there soon"Words couldn't describe
Through The RainI want to ride a horse through the rainIf it helpsWash away the scorns I give myselfNo one has to be perfectBut if some of this filth staysIt will grow onto meI can breathe in the rainWith the power of four hoovesI can call over the hillsAnd fall back from the thunder in responseJust take a momentTo redirect the wind and capture the lightningI'm not a farmer of stormsBut they fill my harvest of wordsAnd make buoyant my bloodAs passion is bled onto the booksI will take a steed and rideThrough the rainSoak my coat and shoesSo I can come homeAnd taste a little warmth
UnrequitedIt's not a pain that sucks everything down into dark oblivionNor a thorn in your eyeAnd it's not a hole in your bloodstream eitherBut it makes my vision worse every dayAll the colors of life seem to disappearAnd I can only see one thingAnd it multiplies everywhereLike this spiraling kaleidoscopeTaunting and kindly smiling backMy hands can do nothing in comparisonMy words can't reach through that skull of reasonIt's far more complexThat scene of serenityUntainted by the trump-load of ignoranceHas kept me on my seat for a continuum of never-have-beensAnd if it is put down, the walls fall inIt has been divined fro
Composed by A HeroWhen I was a freshman in high school, I thought that being an individual was very important; in fact it was something I held onto very dearly. Back then, I tried to be cool by wearing things that were just different, but not completely screaming for attention. I had taken my winter gloves and cut the fingers off right at the first knuckle. I thought that wearing my hair the way it dried naturally after a shower looked fine and I didn't need to look like a floozy who wore it straightened all the time. My red Converse were getting old and holes had popped out of the sides already, but I was wearing them until they fell apart as I walked. I made