Beautiful Fools

Beautiful Fools                               February 13, 2006

Youngsters run amok, and say, "That's okay."

I don't about you, but we're all made of clay.

We're made of that, people and all creation,

Molded in the form of The Lord,

Yet, youngsters think they rule this earth.

Such beautiful fools, and they don't understand their mirth,

But one day, all things will come to pass,

And they'll know then the truth of The Lord and The Path.

They spray graffiti on the Wailing Wall.

The sign, you ask?  Well, The Sign of The Beast.

A sign of the times that hurts this spirit of mine

Because I feel that my son's a fool, too,

In a group I like to refer to as "beautiful fools,"

Because that's what they are,

A bunch of youngsters outwardly beautiful,

But inside, so tangled up.

Yes, the times are changing as the winds blow east,

And the false leader of these new times

Pontificates from his throne,

Charging all those who worship Him are infidels to society,

And that they are to be sought out

And put to the sword.

These youngsters are too foolish

To see the error in this scheme,

How he'll fall from grace

When He comes marching home.

Jesus is coming home, back home to Jerusalem,

And what are these beautiful fools to do

When He calls on them to testify of their actions?

What are they to do when the find

Their broken idol to be no more?

Love Never Waits

Love Never Waits                                                 February 16, 2006

I never knew she had it in her

To be so loving toward me.

All I had to do was ask,

But I was foolish and never sure.

So many times, I'd look at her

As she was taking a peek towards me.

Boy, what a fool I must be,

For love never waits for anything,

But I thought it would for me.

My, how she always strived

To talk to me, ask me out for fun,

But I was foolish, and I never did see the light,

And now, woe be onto me!

I thought she was beautiful, without a doubt,

And we were friends, she and I,

But that's the thing, you see, that's all it was,

The fact we were friends and that was all.

I said she was beautiful, and I must reiterate that,

And you no doubt wonder why I'm here.

It's because I gambled for the mythical top dollar

And you know, love never waits for anything.

If she wasn't good enough,

Then there ain't anything good enough for me.

If that's true, than I'm one sad case,

The violinist shall play me a requiem.

I eventually saw the light, but it was too late,

She had grown tired and found another man.

Love never waits for anything, for anyone,

And it doesn't matter if you're of high pedigree.

When love's there for the taking,

The clock's just a-tickin'.

It never, ever waits.

Summer

Summer                                   February 18, 2006

Summer time is just around the corner,

Prefaced by spring and the death of winter.

Oh, I just imagine it will be so swell

Because that time of year

Just brings out the best in me.

You see, I was born during this time,

And baseball relaxes once-chilled souls like mine.

It melts away the icicles from the nose,

And Faith in creation and creativity grows.

If it's smiles and giggles you seek,

Then summer's the way it goes.

The blood rushes more vigorously.

The tides of the ocean

Are viewed as more serene.

The sand mingles in between the toes

Of young lovers who believe in Cupid's magic.

You'd think this was damn near the Ides of February,

The obigatory and appointed St. Valentine's Day,

But indeed, real love cruises on the ocean

During the heat of summer.

If life got any colder now,

I think I shall ball up and hibernate.

If life got any deader now,

I will wonder if we ever did exist.

If life brought promise of no more hope than now,

I will question the logic of Hindus about cows,

But luckily, I have the foresight to see

The light at the end of the tunnel,

That summer will, indeed, return

To pick her fiddle another round.

I've Seen Some Things in This Life

I've Seen Some Things in This Life                                 February 18, 2006

I've seen some things in this life

You haven't even heard,

Much less could ponder,

For it's beyond the spoken word.

I've seen some things in this life

That drill a hole deep to the soul,

Into the heart, flooding it with images

Of the macabre and unimaginable pain.

I've seen some things in this life

That simply won't go away.

I see the horrors of each and everyday,

And I live it as a curse.

You may look and ask me why,

But I won't give you an answer

Because you just couldn't comprehend

What I speak about to you here

Is a message preordained from the sky.

I've been examined by all those kooks

Who claim they have the insight to the stars,

But all I see is a bunch of shit

Muddier than the oddities flowing my way.

I've seen some things in this life

Which hit me no matter how I feign.

My pills? They might as well

Go down that drain,

For they don't do a damn thing

Except float me on a battleship

And engage me in battle after battle

In a war that is perpetual

All because some men in white

Have these ideas which are conceptional.

Love never ceases to elude me,

And pain always seems to pull through.

Ghosts of the past constantly remind me

That I'm obscenely fat and a fool.

What is true? It's hard to tell,

For I hear so many messages,

I'm being brainwashed from all sides.

I live in a total hell.

I've seen some things in my life,

And I know the end is near.

I'm on my way to white man's hell

To speak to the devil, to my chagrin.

I believe in God, and I believe in Christ,

But I've sinned so much,

I must pay the price.

They may love me,

But I find it hard they'd accept me.

I curse them all the time

In speech and in written rhyme.

The day indeed is coming,

For the sun is setting over the horizon.

The shadows are coming,

And that means something.

They are coming, indeed,

And they are coming after me.

At Home with Creation

At Home with Creation                               February 18, 2006

See this pen with which I write?

I write to create memories for the future to read,

For I will not live on for eternity

Unlike The Savior, Jesus Christ.

I do, however, have a legacy to give,

And those are memories

Which I cherish, wish to pass on.

Today, I saw a man of the highest caliber

Suffering even as he would take a breath.

In a way, I felt a pain deep inside me,

For I wanted to lift his burdens,

But only God can do that, so I'm told,

Only He can unlock him from his shackles.

Oh bless you! Bless you! Oh God of the world,

For the man would be dehumanized

Without you.

Then the day arrived when the man passed on,

And I felt a terrible void within

My body, my spirit, my soul,

But I take solace in knowing that You, God,

Have opened The Pearly Gates of Heaven for him.

Here, now, at last, he lies in state, so still, so peacefully,

Not feeling any pain from the cruelities of the living realm.

He is now at home with Creation itself,

Back where we all come from,

And, ultimately, with God's Grace, will return.

A Quiet Guy

A Quiet Guy                                        February 19, 2006

I've been trapped in my shell

For many a year now,

And now I'm ready to break out.

I have found that life's a crowd

With many assortments, of sorts.

I've never claimed to be gregarious,

Nor have I said I'm shy.

All I know is just one thing,

And that's that I'm really a quiet guy.

My friend took me to a party,

And what did I see that did flow?

Beer, women, flirtaciousness galore,

And indeed, I felt so insecure.

What could I say but, "Hey!

This ain't my cup of tea!"?

I just decided to hide and feel alright

Because I'm really a quiet guy.

Women stare at me, but I don't know

If they're attracted to me or not.

The men laugh and make a joke of it all

Because I'm not one with the swarm,

But I don't care, and I've got nothing to hide.

I'll lay all out on the table,

For I really don't like open parties,

For I'm really a quiet guy.

It's the end of the night,

And here are my friends,

All drunk and plastered from having fun.

They mumble a few things incomprehensibly,

And both have women in each arm.

The women make their moves

And come on to me,

Thinking there's something in my pocket,

Or so they say,

But all I say is, "No thanks,"

Because I'm really a quiet guy, indeed.

Love's Just a Simple Game

Love's Just a Simple Game                            February 20, 2006

I see all the wayward wanderers

Wail of their failing lives,

But I beg to differ with their sorrows,

For you see, I have nothing worthy of crying for.

All these folks have something or other

To touch or see or feel,

But no, not I, you see,

For I'm without the pleasures of the flesh.

So I cry a cascade like Niagara Falls

Regardless if I smile or shed a tear,

This closing of the walls on my life

Providing me with fruitless fear.

So many people stroll down lover's lane,

And I want to do so, too.

Hand-in-hand, they sing harmonious songs,

If not by voice, then by the twinkle in their eyes.

And here I am, just a wayward soul,

A gentleman, too shy perhaps,

But yearning, for want of something more, 

For my heart's hollow at the core.

Love claims no boundaries,

And it certainly takes no prisoners.

I know its patterns all too well,

And I will be the first to admit I did fail.

Sometimes I think people

Can't make up their feeble minds.

They can't decide if they are happy,

Nor can they figure out if they want to cry.

I've had friends say, "Love stinks,"

But I'm not so sure if that's true.

You just have to know the protocol, 

How to play by the rules,

For love's just a simple game,

And you gotta play by the rules.