Ways

How many ways can I say it

Words may run short 
But a soul is steadfast
How many ways can I play it
Obstacles in life 
Can’t block the feelings
How many times do I weigh it
Reason wins out 
But a heart cannot lose 
Some things just cannot be broken
 

Laughter Again

Blame it on happines 

And no one else
There is only one lesson
Longing draws happiness out of the present 
I couldn’t bear to see you decend 
Into the world of want
Even if we both built it
Although we both fell off the wagon at times
I needed only a taste of our friendship 
as a fine wine
But I will take the punishment 
Of unnecessary blocks and bans
In exchange for letting the world 
Hear your laughter again

Waking Orion

When the night is clear

And the dark draws near
The silence holds what I hold dear

There’s a voice I hear
Nothing else to fear 
The Images will soon appear

Then I think of you
Nothing I can do
Outside the light no one’s made a fool

But we can hang out there
A place where no one cares
We’ll dance and party down
And never make a sound

When we see the stars
No matter where we are
Lets wake Orion up
And spill that dipping cup. 

We won’t leave a trace
It is our private place
No one needs to know
So many wish to go. 

Since we own the skies
There are no goodbyes
We’re happy every day
Then spend our nights at play



















 
 

Only Hearts Can

You can’t fully describe the feeling

The lump inside your throat 
The aching of the heart
The yearning of the soul
Breaking all confidence
Though healthy you feel sick 
Giving up what is held dear
Feeling like you are in a free fall
Every thought to share
Every burden to bear 
Hopes on one thing 
Songs have one meaning
Life out of control
Restless nights 
Dreams you can’t explain
Subject to foolishness
Others will ridicule
This is not all 
But thank God above 
This feeling can only be
Toward a certain other
If we truly loved our neighbors
No one could bear it. 
However, 
When it is received with joy
From the deepest descent
There forms an estacy 
It transcends every obstacle 
Fulfills every hope
Exceeds any dream
Makes everything right
The soul is at rest
Life’s burdens become light
There is no embarrassment 
Feet on solid ground 
Expectations soar
The world cannot bear it 
Only hearts can can contain love 

The Creek

Last night I reached down to a creek

My hand swirled  the water.

Something squirmed. 
I let it go; it was a fish. 
This happened again with a beetle
I realized everything I touched came alive 
Dirt, twigs and leaves all came to life at my touch. 
I was the opposite of Midas. 
A friend walked up behind me.
What if my touch did the opposite to living things?
So I was afraid to turn around lest I hurt her
What a curious dream.  

The Words We Share

I heard a song 

It was inspiring 
And made my heart soar
My mind savored it 
How can someone could put
Such beauty into words?
So it plays in my head 
And lifts my mood 
When I am having fun
My head bobs to the music
And when alone
It plays in my head 
and gives comfort
The same thing happens
With the words we share

The Tree

The many things in life we’re taught 

Some for good and some for naught
We say its crazy but do the same
Enjoy the good then give it shame
So many dreams our hearts give birth
We gaze at them and give them worth 
Life gives us a tree of love
We pick its fruit before we’re dust 
It feeds our souls and as we will
We’re satisfied but never filled
Every morsel goes down sweet
We grow inside; it always keeps
It’s something that we can’t be taught 
Yet is profound and greatly sought.  
 

Precision and Accuracy

I could make a slingshot that could hit the broad side of a barn from twenty feet away. To test it’s accuracy, I could travel all over the country and shoot a number of barns. Other slingshot experts could follow me around to affirm my results and we could have a consensus that my slingshot was accurate. I could advertize it as being accurate and that there is a consensus among slingshot enthusiasts that my data is correct. Even though hitting the broad side of a barn has no value for hunting, I could still sell it as an accurate weapon. The term accuracy is completely dependent on the agenda of the person collecting the data. Consensus is the same. It depends on having the same parameters as the person collecting the data.

Precision is the word used for how tight the parameters are concerning the subject we are examining. It is the size of the bulls eye. To make slingshot that can hit a bug from twenty feet away would take more of a precise instrument. Variables would have to be eliminated to always hit a bug at that distance such as using a steel ball of a certain weight and pulling back a certain distance, lining up sights etc. All the slingshots would have to be designed exactly the same. The claim to accuracy would be confined to hitting bugs at twenty feet. Both slingshots can be considered accurate but only one would be of value for hunting.

This is the game played by science today. Forensic data from millions of years or even decades are not precise enough to make judgment calls about the future. We can’t accurately predict hurricane seasons. We can’t accurately predict next week’s weather. But wait; what do we mean by accurate? Plus or minus ten degrees; rain; snow? We set the parameters. But to claim to know next Wednesday’s noon weather within a half a degree would be a gamble and we would rightly say a person who was able to do it only made a lucky guess. We know the variables are too great. This is how the climate change debate goes: Imprecise forensic data modeled in computers (to overlook variables) presented to make precise predictions. But in reality that even with a consensus among the collectors, the conclusions are nothing more than broad agenda based guesses.

Hall of Fame

I take my thoughts

And write a poem
Add some music
Make a song
It’s in my head 
All day long 

If I could take your thoughts
I’d write a poem
Add some music 
Make a song
It’d play in our heads
All day long
We would harmonize
A single thread
That could play inside
A million heads

They’d know our joy
And feel our pain
We’d both end up
In a hall of fame