Escape

As a youth I learned to run 
And make a great escape 
I may have lost direction
But I was never late
Rules can’t hold me back
Sure I broke a few
If you want to catch me
You’re gonna need a crew
No one can corner this man
I was made to be free
Better keep a guard on your fence
Cause I’m gonna be history
There are many who may try
But none will ever succeed 
Those who think they can
Should prepare to bleed. 
No one can corner a this man
I will always to be free
Better keep a guard on your fence
Cause I’m gonna be history

When I’m old and gone
And pass through any gate
I’m gonna look around
For a way I can escape

The light

The world was cold and empty

When I was a child
Through the gloomy clouds
I saw your little smile
I felt a light turn on 
Deep inside my soul
An everlasting light
It instantly took hold
The world was so confusing
When I was a youth
My outlook became clear
When I saw you smile
I felt a light turn on 
Deep inside my soul
An everlasting light
It instantly took hold
The world had held me captive
When I was mature 
My heart was given freedom
When I saw you smile
I felt a light turn on 
Deep inside my soul
An everlasting light
It instantly took hold

You Must Be in Love

If you’re staring into space

And you’re feeling out of place
There’s nothing wrong with you
You must be in love
Your stomach’s tied in knots 
And your mind has wandering thoughts
No reason makes it right 
You must be in love. 
Nothing’s strong enough to beat it
So you must go out and meet it. 
No matter how you try
None of it makes sense 
Don’t sit on the fence 
You must be in love 
It’s rarer than a jewel  
Make sure that it’s well spent
There’s a reason it was sent
You must be in love. 

The ’74 Station Wagon

The derby’s over and our butts are draggin

We’re headin home in the station wagon
Wood-grain vinyl down both sides 
Get in now or miss the ride. 
It’s too much fun seeing where you’ve been
So I’ll take the seat that’s sunken in.
Down bumpy roads we have no fear
Grab the baby; don’t spill the beer
We land in laps but don’t get mad 
That’s why our doors have these pads
An opaque cloud from glowing smokes
Cigarettes for all the folks
The cloud turns brown on the dry dirt road
Our eyes get stung round wheel well holes
We’re pulling in so watch your toes
You might get wet when the holes explode
Doors fly open, six kids get out
In less time it takes to shout








If I Were King and You Were Queen

If I were king and you were queen

Every porch would have a swing
Every pie would have ice cream
Every day would be a dream
If I were king and you were queen
If I were king and you were queen
There’d be a ban on being mean
Every boss would learn to sing
Every ear would wear a ring
If I were king and you were queen
If I were king and you were queen
Fun would mix with everything
Cakes would only be frosting
Everyone would stay a teen 
If I were king and you were queen
If I were king and you were queen
Just think how life could always be
Hand in hand and so serene
Happiness to the extreme
If I were king and you were queen

A Gift Called “Today”

This is an edited letter I sent to a friend who is struggling with addiction:

Growing up and as an adult, I worked and lived with people with substance abuse problems. Sometimes I felt as though I was the only sane one among crazies, but I learned from it. Since I inherited the same traits, I have empathy toward those who struggle with it. Here are a few principles that may help based on my own observations and experience.

First and foremost is to recognize that the traits that cause the anxiety are good traits if applied properly. You can be fun and a go getter and there are people who wish to have the exuberance and adaptability that is a part of your make up. Unfortunately, factors and conditions can steer this delightful compulsion in the wrong direction, make us hostage to certain vices and result in depression afterward.

I’ve noticed there is always another party that causes this anxiety. Every friend and family member I know that has the same issues dealing with anxiety have this as a factor in their thinking. I have hundreds of hours into sitting with people telling their woes and they are delighted to have someone to present their grievances to. If I wasn’t there they would relive the moments themselves constantly in their heads. The grandmother that helped raise me, family members and friends along the way, all had this in common; a third party that made them helpless and messed up their lives along with the fear that they may have done the same to others themselves. I want present you a different way of thinking.

Every person that wakes up under the sun is given a gift from God. It is called “a day” and it is more valuable than any monetary reward. It is a personal gift given directly to each of us so we can do what we want with it. The purpose of this gift is happiness. We should make every effort to be happy by enjoying this gift. Every person in the world is equal on this level. There is a psalm that says,” This is the day that the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it.”

Many people squander this gift in the same way a prodigal squanders his wealth. They are not satisfied with ruining their own happiness but they want to take happiness away from others in the same way the prodigal took his father’s wealth. But we must tend to our own happiness and appreciate those who want to contribute to it. That is our first and foremost responsibility. Of course we should always be ready to receive prodigals with open arms, but it is out of our realm of influence to force them to be happy. They have the same starting point as we do, the same wealth of a new day every morning, so it follows that they are responsible for their own happiness. No one depends on you for their happiness and yours shouldn’t depend on anyone else. Straying outside of this realization results in anxiety.

Sometime thought patterns need to be nipped in the bud. Christians say to cast all your cares on Jesus; but to be at the point of casting means we receive something. Some things aren’t ours to pick up in the first place. Those of us who have been strapped with responsibility for many years have to work to abandon living for everyone else and enjoy the life that God has given us. This isn’t selfishness but it is good stewardship. We have so many talents, so many snarky remarks and so much to enjoy and improve, we can’t let anyone else step in on our ability to get all the happiness we can out of the gift of each day. Once this becomes a habit, there is no need for rehabilitation.

Conflict

There it is; that tightness again

Anxiety; felt down to my bones
I take a breath; and try to relax 
But it returns 
Boy does it burn
I miss you 
I’m conflicted inside
And I hope we’re right
But I can’t  stop the fight
Can we find a way?
Should we just leave it lay
No matter how it turns out 
I still miss you  
Reason always stand against us 
We’ll always do what’s best
But that won’t  help one bit
This feeling inside
And I can’t hide 
 
I miss you 
I’m conflicted inside
And I hope we’re right
But I can’t  stop the fight
Can we find a way?
Should we just leave it lay
No matter how it turns out 
I still miss you  

 





The Bridge

When I was a young man

I lived on an island
With nothing but trouble 
Crashing the shore
Upon your arrival 
My very survival
I held on to hope
As I faced every storm
Soon an explosion
Parted the ocean
Opened a view 
Between our two souls
Now nothing can beat us 
No ocean between us
We built a bridge 
Without any tolls.
Where we both admire
The water below 

No Regrets

I mouth the words “no regrets”

But my heart still holds them close
If I can’t let them go.
Why would anyone else?
Passion got the best of me
I am a person of action
I need  someone 
Who will understand 
And wouldn’t be slighted
Who can convince my heart
That I’m alright
So I can see a future again
With no regrets.