Purple Tale

Purple Tale – G D/ C D / G

One night I laid down to go to sleep

G D

And tried to think of counting sheep

G D

But instead I fell upon a rocky trail

G D

I followed the road for quite a while

G D

Came upon a bird with a jolly smile

G D

And he sang to me as he shook his

G D

Purple tail.

He said…rock on…till the music breaks

C D

The dawn, till the stars all fade away,

C D

To the shores they sunbathe on.

C G

I followed the bird to a silver tree

Where I saw a knight down on one knee

And he sang the same old melody

That I had heard from the bird.

He said …. Rock on…till the music breaks

The dawn, till the stars all fade away

To the shores they sunbathe on.

Brandon Falk, July 6, 2005 (Grand Prairie, Texas)

Unfished Worship Song #5.78 billion

Verse 1

I’m trying to find a better way that I can say I love you

This pen of mine is dry of ink, the flavor’s weak in my brew

Chorus

I want to sing you a love song

That hasn’t been written before

I want to cry you a canyon

That erodes me to the core

I want to mold you a mountain

That breaks right through the mist

Of all the suffocating jargon

That blands the lover’s kiss

Verse 2

In this pool of expression,

there is no sacred art

But if worship was on opera

I would want a unique part

148

Look, all of this I’ve seen, all of this I’ve seen, and your making me the fiend,

cause I don’t’ want to look, into another persons life,

repeating all their problems, and causing them more strife.

Johny Johny, Johnny Johnny whoops,

I heard Johnny’s a real slob, new message in the loops,

and now I’m telling all the people down my hall and at my job,

Johnny leaves his tooth brush with his dirty clothes, and he don’t wash his hands after blowing his knows,

All I did was talking, and none of it to him, I hope he doesn’t find out or see me in the jim.

Look, all of this I’ve seen, all of this I’ve seen, and your making me the fiend,

cause I don’t’ want to look, into another persons life,

repeating all their problems, and causing them more strife.

April said what, she said that to him,

Her futures looking low, her chances are slim,

She’s never gonna make it, telling folks the truth,

Tell others about their problems,

It doesn’t take a sleuth,

To figure out,

that when you poke where they shoke,

They’re gonna shout,

What, you say they know are cool,

And April and him both, think that I’m a fool,

Look, all of this I’ve seen, all of this I’ve seen, and your making me the fiend,

cause I don’t’ want to look, into another persons life,

repeating all their problems, and causing them more strife.

147

You’d have to have sweet rythms to make that rhyme pass,

Cause the lyrics on their own are like vacation no class,

But you can chill with me and I’ll whip it up fast,

Like cream on the cake at the Birthday blast,

146

I know you don’t want to talk about it

But I can see it in your eyes,

That you love her,

I don’t know for sure, but I wouldn’t doubt it,

That she’s got a real long line,

Of lovers,

And they don’t care about your

Fancy hair or jokes,

Cause he drinks and smokes, and takes her for a ride,

All across the country side, and He makes her alive,

While your just paddling, and drowning, and trying to stay alive,

145

You looked like you wanted to cry,

Outside I will smile, but inside I’ll give a sigh,

Cause you cant blame me,

For something, that neither of us worked out,

Cause you know it didn’t feal right,

And it seemed we were forcing a doubt,

So I’ll sigh, and you’ll cry,

And we’ll both pretend to smile,

And well want each other more,

But end up just friends,

144

We’ve got the same goals,

And we’re heading the same direction,

Shes into flowers and trees,

And I’m into frog dissection,

We got different activities

And different games we play,

But we communicate,

So we’re on the same page at the end of the day,

We both put God’s will as our purpose,

I’m so blessed how could I deserve this.

God will always be number one,

In my relationship with this chick

Man she’s fun,

Must always make sure my focus is the Lord,

And our journey we will never get bored

I need someone to hold me tight,

And who I know will be

There in a cold dark night.

Who I can trust to be near,

And hold my heart when life is drear,

She is the one I can hold,

And it will stay this way even when I’m old.

143

I’m gonna get a lasso,

And a six shooter too,

I’m gonna be a cowboy

Before this song is through.

I tried to ride a horse,

And I bought me some new boots,

And I’ve been watching John Wayne movies

To find out how he shoots

I toss my new bought gun

Back and forth from hand to hand

Cause John Wayne always got his girl

And always killed his man!

142

When you think that something’s bad,

Do you have to make sure it is?

When you see corruptness – investing in it’s bad bad biz.

I saw what I thought was evil, but curiosity made me look twice,

To make sure if I saw bad or not seems to be my vice.

And sometimes it works, I find it wasn’t bad at all,

But sometimes it jerks, and causes this weak man to fall,

When you look down a long valley it’s better

Just to run, or you may get shot by a thug who only trust a gun,

“Ah, but it might be O.K.” So don’t mess with it just walk away.

Curiosity’s always trying to get the better of me,

But this curiosity turns out to be a fetter on me.

Self control is something I’m lacking, I’ve got

Moral codes down, but my actions aren’t backing,

Question by question, the impulse keeps hacking.

Had a game plan, but the brain runs past and keeps tracking.

I need some help I need it now. Better ask God, He’ll know how.

141

I cannot tell a lie, and so the world must cry.

I used to care, but caring brought expectation, and

Expectation left me wanting.

It should be, when I see you, and you see me, that

We would both be filled with glee, but things

Aren’t always as they should be.

I wish we were of one accord, and I made

You laugh when you were bored. Still it seems that

When I sing a tune, you’re exploring upon the moon,

But wouldn’t it be nice if there were singing on the moon.

I seem so cold,

I stare so pale,

The case seems stone,

But the contents frail,

Or at least they seem to change.

The problem is I don’t act the way you want me to,

When you are sad and my skin won’t turn blue,

Then you pick out a fight and expect me to help,

But I know that you picked it, so why should I yelp.

Wish we made each other smile,

Maybe we’ll get the hang of it after awhile.

Brandon Falk

140

Sonnet 1

I look to the girl I truly do love,

A look of anger reigns her reddened face,

My girl caught me adorned in scarlet glove,

It seems I’ve been found in unseeming place,

She saw me in the arms of other dames.

But these girl’s composures are not the norm,

A confused mind and apathy their names.

She found me with them lying in the dorm,

My darling this cold side you must not leave,

Be a fierce monster, them to chase away.

Oh to my frightened cold corps, you must cleave,

Show true love, though I have rotting mind, stay,

They are my lovers and my most feared feins,

Fight to win battle of disturbed heart’s queens.

Blind Poet, Michael Brandon Falk

139

He tries to attract her with his fancy lights and cars,

but she’d rather listen to his playing his guitar.

So he looks longingly, Yes he looks alone to the stars afar.

138

Despite all the people in my head,

Shouting that the world is dead,

I felt something alive,

And green grass started to grow,

The train’s wheels went off the track

A long long time ago,

But it keeps moving,

Keeps moving, out of the desert and into green,

Where it stops I jump off the train, it was old and getting dead,

I take off my shirt and run into the lake, right as I hit the water

Day turns to night,

And I stare, floating, and the stars and their moon,

Despite all the voices in my head,

Shouting that the world is dead,

I felt something alive,

And green grass started to grow.

Michael Brandon Falk

130

Alone and others aren’t far away, The sand is shifting and the line is gray,

Now waiting looking for expectation, shake if off, on your toes, eyes on in preparation,

Relaxing smile, and loose grip, surround

Gaining interest, distracted, feet with thought weighing ground,

Looking, talking, smiling still

Eyes roll, still pretty, face red as a grill.

Boring for conversation and screaming, artistic,

Find the mystic implications of commonly simplistic,

Thinking, looking round, speaks to void fingers twitch,

Mind is twitching, slow reaction, didn’t help a

Character moment glitch.

Hard fought

Partial defeat,

I can’t quite capture it, maybe calm distraction,

Flawed complacency

Blind Poet, Michael Brandon Falk, Dec. 15, 2004

128

Intro to a New year

Dr. please tell me that Joe Joe will be O.K.

Moon shines coolness on me,

My handsome looking gray,

Board –bed, keep on shifting the dirt from side to side,

I think I need to get out.

Sunny day, in old timey car,

It’s bright outside but I see as far,

Ice cream drips off my chapped lips,

And everybody’s happy again.

Queen of ice, does have two hungry wolves on a chain,

But you’re confused about this queen office think

Think I’ve lost my brain.

Come let’s go sub-terrain and scout it out,

I think I need a milk shake,

Rainbows and 60’s hairdos,

Driving down the highway in my new shoes,

It’s warm and cool at the same time.

127

Fresh air, blowing on me,

Outside, I see the playful birds,

Walk there but I am feeling lonely,

They run from the movement that they heard,

Crowds talk and they don’t hear my listening words

Caught in the tunnel of their words,

Curious I feel it’s grip tightening,

Sucked into the pool my train has stirred,

Let the birds teach some things of the air

You might be telling secrets of gold unaware.

There’s a whole lot of people, and of course you want to share,

But birds wouldn’t let themselves be chowed up by bear.

Let the birds teach you something of the air,

Fresh air, outside, I see the playful birds,

They run from the movement that they just heard.

You might tell secrets of gold unaware,

Could be caught in the tunnel of your words,

I’m sucked into the pool my brain has stirred,

But birds don’t let themselves be chowed by bears,

So if you do not want the world to know,

Of this and that or maybe much, much more,

Of how this is, and open is frightening,

Then keep your eyes open though they may glow,

Eyes are the window, but mouth the souls door.

127

Fresh air, blowing on me,

Outside, I see the playful birds,

Walk there but I am feeling lonely,

They run from the movement that they heard,

Crowds talk and they don’t hear my listening words

Caught in the tunnel of their words,

Curious I feel it’s grip tightening,

Sucked into the pool my train has stirred,

Let the birds teach some things of the air

You might be telling secrets of gold unaware.

There’s a whole lot of people, and of course you want to share,

But birds wouldn’t let themselves be chowed up by bear.

Let the birds teach you something of the air,

Fresh air, outside, I see the playful birds,

They run from the movement that they just heard.

You might tell secrets of gold unaware,

Could be caught in the tunnel of your words,

I’m sucked into the pool my brain has stirred,

But birds don’t let themselves be chowed by bears,

So if you do not want the world to know,

Of this and that or maybe much, much more,

Of how this is, and open is frightening,

Then keep your eyes open though they may glow,

Eyes are the window, but mouth the souls door.

126

What Ought to say

How can I, write a song for you

There’s so much to say, but the words are so few,

I blink, precious time ticks away.

I yawn, as I think of what to say,

All the time I’m using metaphors,

And hidden doods, I try to play the mind,

I’m hearing blasts outside my thoughts,

I guess it’s time to sing what I think I ought,

Baby, I’m about to say something, You could find scary, maybe

I’m way past crazy, I love you girl

So there it is, I guess those words contain it.

They say it’s better face to face,

But I hope this song can paint it,

And it’s alright to shoo me off.

I think \god can help me sustain it,

But if you do return this invitation,

I hope to have a wonderful relation,

I can see us having a blast and helping

Each other get through frustration.

Dec. 19, 2003, 3:17 Inked Fingers

125

I don’t know/

what I can give to you/

that isn’t yours/

if action or good deed/

it should already be done/

I think how You are wonderful/

But my thoughts don’t quite look on target/

And I start the action of my self distraction/

See I’m already off the topic of You,

I’m on blunders/ and not what I can give to you/

I could give an obligation

To fulfill some great/ but if I loose sight

Of the love/ there’s much to subtract where would I be at/

Maybe, maybe it’s not a matter of place, but of a matter

Of being/ a matter of what’s going on inside/ I should not have to hide,

What can I give?

My life to live

But this has already been delivered

I guess I’ll try to give pure love

To my neighbors, enemies, and all my fellow men,

And thus give this pure love to You!

Brandon Falk

124

Can’t Go Like You

Alright folks I’m gonna tell you about my first day

In college school/ This guy walked up to me

Lookin’ kinda cool he said, “Listen brother/

If you wanna make it here/

You just act like me/It’s the way to be”

I said,

Chorus: “Woah, I can’t go like you/

I can’t stroll like you/ I can’t roll like you/

Can’t even grow a fro like you.”

He said

“Man, that’s alright ya jus gotta try and put up a

good fight/about the fro/ they might let it go./

Then he started lecturing on “The cool way” sessions/

After an hour I was getting tired of the lessons and all

His suggestions/ I was getting weary of his repetitions.

(Chorus)

Then I told him thanks for the advice. I said it

was plenty and it would suffice/ for now? I also let him know/

I already had a role model to follow after/

Me and the fro guy became friends/ and shared lots of laughter/ but whenever he tried

To make me bend/ I reminded him/

(Chorus)

123

It’s insane/

How people don’t get off the chain/They keep on forcing their brain on some game/

But they’re not looking at the bigger picture frame/

To set all men free is why Jesus came/

I need to be spreading it/

Not acting lame, not always looking for excuses

Or something else to blame,

I gotta buckle up my shoes

And preach out His name.

The eephants and deers like Rudolph

And Prancer/

They always answer to what God calls them to do/

And we should too

Shout His name all through the world/

And let the mission of God come fulfilled.

ALLuminum

122

Confused

One moment she pushes me and the next moment

Everything’s O.K. Should I draw near?

One day she’s nice to me?

The next day she acts like I’m a dweeb/

Something’s wrong here.

Chorus: Ladies/ You’re driving me crazy/

You’re messing with my mind

It’s not really kind

Ladies/ You’re driving me crazy

Don’t give me a glance/

Unless you’re gonna give me a chance

To overcome my fear

One day you act so nice,

The next I see you you act like

I’ve got lice/

Something’s wrong here!

Bridge: maybe I’m just lazy to think of the explanations, reasons,

So when you’re acting different, I count is as treason.

Inked Fingers

121

Party Grooving

The light’s bright/

The moves tight/

Welcome to an ALLuminum style party

One night we’ll be a laughing/

And a dancing/

A passing/

In our hands the drinks and trets/

The salts and sweets/

Now move your feet to the bumping beat/

Chorus: It’s like y’all have never been to a party/

Where the bad things have been discarded/

Everybody just start moving/

Cause I’m telling y’all folks

This parity’s grooving.

Come on, and move back and forth, right and left.

This whole thing makes me feel high/

Take treble clef

Some folks acting deaf/

As if they don’t hear this song/

What’s wrong/

You just don’t wanna dance?

Well whatever it is try to have fun with some

We go on friends

Chorus

Listen up dog, dude, or punk, I’m not into smoking

Or getting drunk/I’m into having fun on the fun/ but I don’t use a gun/ And by the way/

No matter how wild the party/

May be or may not be/

It’s still not cool to have too much love/

You know what I’m saying/

Keep yourself pure like a dove.

Chorus

ALLuminum, Dec. 14, 2003

120

Psalm 35

Chorus: Pick up my fight Lord/

The way they’re killing me/

It just ain’t right Lord/

Please bust out you’re mine/

And say to me/

With you I will be fine/

Cause I been thinkin’

All those haters who been painting and blinking/

They should be sinking/

Then I will shout/

“Helping the poor is what the Lord’s about”

The people I helped are now trying to kill me/

But when I stumbled, they gathered in glea

Attackers gathered against me when I was unaware.”/

How much more will you bare/

Save me and I’ll shout Your name out loud/

Out in front of the crowd/

They bug me/tug me/thug me/

It’s getting ugly/

(Chorus)

Don’t let the bad guys win/

Throw them in some dark den/

But when it comes to my friends/

I hope they dance for joy/

May they be praising Your name as they’re crusin’ in their

Rolls Royce/

Then all day long I’ll talk about how You save from wrong.

ALLuminum, Dec. 14, 2003

119

In the last few days

Click inside my head

I don’t even remember what you said

I just remember you make me happy

And I smile

And I remember my heart was pounding all the while

Chorus: Something about your happiness and glee

Something about it keeps getting me

If I could tell you/

How you shake my heart/

I think we’d be two pizzas in a cart/

It seems that together we’d be happy

And I smile

And I think of the fun times we could have all the while.

Inked Fingers

Afternoon, Dec. 13, 2005 (should take about 3:01)

118

It still hurts

When it is touched

But I can stand it if it’s not too much

I will bear the pain

If I hear you say

That you’re coming back my way

Chorus: Cause I need you as my sling

I want the healing that you bring

My injuries frustrate

So please don’t come too late

It still hurts

Just like before

When I think of you

It hurts ten times more

I will feel lonesome

If you don’t say

That you’re coming back my way.

Afternoon, Dec. 13, 2003

Takes around 4 minutes

Splintered Throat

117

It’s Been too Long

How are you

Haven’t talked awhile

I know whatever is

That it’s gotta be good

I’d like to meet again

If you think we could

Cause it’s been too long

Since I heard you talk

And I sing this song

Cause I miss you

Cause I want to

Vent my stock of loneliness for you

I’ve been tired

And you’ve been sick

You get busy/ Everything’s so quick

But it’s time for change

Things gotta get better.

If it’s OK with you

Let’s stay close forever

I’ve gotta phone card

I8n my desk,

We go to the computer cause we’re blessed

So I can call, e-mail or chat

You just let me know when

And where you’ll be at

I’m running to you, my feet getting traction

Cause by now I’ve concluded that it’s time to take action.

Inked Fingers & ALLuminum

116

Y’all forsake me/just so y’all can break/then ya build me back up again/

But I know you’re not my friend/ cause the only reason you’re building me up is

To see me bend/ I’m just another piece in your puzzle to create your trend/I’m out/I’m quitting/cause it’s time to mend.

I’m going to start something fresh and new/I’m going to break the shackles binding me to you.

You played like I was important in your eyes/ But now I see that look and it’s clearly

despise. You throwing up your trash on me like this. You have multiple faces and personalities like spies. You weed in and take over, it’s alright as long as it’s not you who dies. But you’re aggravating and agitating my hair like lice.

ALLuminum, Christmas, December 25, 2002 (Happy b-day Jesus)

115

-- Soccer Ball

I’m always getting kicked in the side/

My life is bound for a bouncy rough ride/

I don’t even get to decide/

What I do/

How I’m gonna roll/

But at least I know/

I’m heading for the goal/

Though many times I get whacked and smacked/

I do tend to be the center of attention/

Let me mention/

Whenever there’s tension/

Fighting, biting/

It’s all over what’s happenin’ to me/

Because and through me/

And no one gets ta boo me/

Still remember they shoe me/

Who am I?/

I am the B – A – L – L/

I’ll lay it flat out

I’m the ball – in case y’all can’t spell/

Every time somethin’ happens to me/

You hear the fans yell/

And stand up with glee

Anyways back to the game/

There is more to this song than just telling my name/

I bounce and pounce all over the green

Or in this case sand/

By the end of the game I’m covered with land

I’m used by the true soccer playa’s/

And before the game I can hear ‘em say their prayers/

Now let the rhymes go as the beat carries ya like caters/

ALLuminum

114

See there’s a girl who shines like the daybreak,

But whose glare may make you shiver and chuckle all at once

Yeah, I could sit with her and talk for months,

She’s fish-free in the sed,

She’s a board that’s flexible and knows how to play,

See for me it’s with this girl that I wanna spend my day

She’s …. Chorus

I must not back down

To this limited time chance

If the polar bear caught his fish he may start to dance

He would keep on roaring to it even if it went to France

Same with me and this lady

I better pick the pace like driving a Mercedes

See she’s …. Chorus

ALLuminium, Christmas

113

Spicy and Hot

Like Guacamole and sauce/ I’ll be running out my rhymes

Like Nelly & Naz going full speed ain’t no time to pause/

Roll the funky feet in the background, gotta keep it sweet

Ain’t no slack now. Alluminum (11-29-03) – 8:15 p.m.

112

I went up to my bud/but he was puffing and a snuffing his stuff/

He said, “Watch out kid/’cause I’m bound to get ruff/ I say, “Watch out

yourself/ or you’ll be locked and knocked in some handcuffs/ and if that ain’t

enough/ think of the freaks in your mind/ they’ll play your crime and rewind/ over and

over and over again/ spare yourself and others my friend.”

He starts to get red and upset/ his eyes blink/I notice his forehead was covered in sweat/he swore and said, “I don’t really care, I don’t mind the pain, I can take it, Nothing really matters, I can shake it.” “No you can’t” I reply as I watch the anger, fear, confusion in his eyes, and I notice he tries to leave reason with lie. It’ll make some cry, sometimes we wonder why, I just hope God’s love will break through. Hope the truth and light will shake through. Hope he can realize God’s love, and I hope you do to.

ALLuminum, November 29, 2003, finished 8:04 p.m.

111

Passée Composée

Au jour d’hui je fais

En français,

Parce que en française

On a le sa vois faire

Mes Qu’est-ce tu sais

Tu n’aime pas,

Mes qu’est que tu as,

Malade ou quoi

Mes moi je suis malade,

J’ai une rhume dans ma tête

Quand c’est comme ça,

Des fois je parle bette,

Qu’est que tu as écrit,

Qu’ est que tu as dit?

Pour quoi tu as mit ton rap ici,

Ca fait reins les choses que j’ai fait,

Le chose que je sais, les places

Ou j’ai été, mes maintenant je connais comment conjuguer dans le passée

Composée.

110

Collar Slippers

It’s insane,

Me and Jordon of the chain,

Ain’t being hooked to no tree,

No more, how we roaming on the

Dance floor, for sure,

Cause we slipped the collar,

Hearing others holler,

Them dogs are out again,

Yeah, that’s me and my friend,

Trying to skip tripping,

Making funky sounds like

Flipping.

Me & Jordan were collar slippers,

Mind flippers,

Dance dippers

Yeah, we the wild collars slipping.

2:19 p.m., Oct. 15, 2003 ALLuminium

109

Break Time

So I think I’ll bust a rhyme,

Thoughts flow,

You know,

But then the brain juices hit low,

Can I let it go?

Cause now I’m having fun,

Sending stress on a run,

Like a bullet, a bullet from a shotgun,

So now I feel so free,

Now I feel like I’m one,

I hear a great song

It helps me roll along

Guitar seems so uplifting,

Seems so now, present, not drifting,

I feel real,

I feel real,

It’s so nice,

I’m so happy

F fell real

ALLuminium

108

this book is hereby dedicated to creativity in writing.

October 11, 2003 at 11:26 p.m. I commence, so flip the page.

(#108 – 124 were in this little notebook)

Frosted flakes and birthday cakes,

For party’s sakes

We let the coffee brew,

Work on our new due,

Polish our fine shoes,

Cause in this dorm the way we kick it,

Is like riding the Reading Railroad with a true train ticket

Cause see we learn some style

Then pull our full throttle, and let it burn awhile,

But still, try to fulfill the will,

Of the king,

And chill in His glory,

Trust His plan’s story,

Sure ain’t boring,

On the ride of my life I sure am flooring.

Dorm living,

What will I be giving it

Dorm living

ALLuminum (finished at 11:42 p.m. Oct. 11, 2003)

107

1-2-3-4

Time to fight another war

5-6-7-8

I’m so sick of all this hate

9-10-11-12

Your philosophies are crowding my shelf

13-14-15-16-17-18-19-20

I’m counting problems

There’s all too many

106

I’ve failed too many times,

I don’t like my wording,

I don’t like my rhymes

I wanna tell you what I think,

But I’m not so sure you’ll smile,

I’d like to talk, for more than just a little while,

I’d like to send you flowers.

I’m being trapped in loves strange and amazing powers

But,

I tell you what,

If you want me to, then I’ll cut,

All the romanticism out,

Please don’t shout,

If you don’t wanna be my girl,

We can still be friends,

I don’t what that to end.

Chorus: All I’m trying to say is

How I care for you,

I fear I’ll push you away, please drop

me a clue.

Do you share the feeling too,

The same feeling I do.

105

The Green Folding

Today,

looking at my uniform today,

The old jacket,

The pants of gray,

The shorts were slightly molding

And as I was putting them away

I saw green stains folding

On the battle field,

I remember the day,

When I the general,

Dressed in gray,

Ran away.

I had to shoot my gun,

As the night was falling

The grass was mauling,

My legs as I was forced to run,

They were closing in on me,

I heard their shots,

But I could not see,

So I fired my shots into theirs,

I felt the warm blood

As it dripped from my hair,

Just thinking of it makes me scared.

As the green is folding

In my heart I’m holding

Fears beyond your mind

The horrors are stuck

In your mind.

The lines were broken through,

There was nothing else that I could do,

But run, run away,

The memory is still so keen

I fell and stained the gray,

And that’s why I’m here today,

Folding green,

Folding green

Folding green.

104

True Peace

Back in the day’s when we killed what we could eat,

And let the rest live on,

When there were no economic and political drawings to be drawn,

When man suffered in the heat,

When man was enslaved, whipped,

If caught by a lion you were sure to get ripped,

Does this sound like fun to you?

Being “free in the wild” is dangerous,

This is no lie -- surely it’s true,

So where is the peace for all of us?

Why be satisfied with knowing nature,

Why be focused on the creation,

Why not help out our fellow men,

The peace is in the Creator.

103

“If I wrote a master piece of words, would they enchant enough,

If I sang you a song would it inspire enough,

If I bought you the present of your dreams, would it impress enough,

I hope not, for even if I attempt all these,

I would rather give my love.”

“Why do I write these things, because thee thoughts are now like a painting displayed,

won’t you approve of these,

or is it all a bit like a half fulfilled sneeze, I hope the preceding , while tired as

I finish, in my chair I am leaning.”

“Of thee or of me or perhaps of her,

no I think it of thee, but not only thee,

It is also of me,

So in fact it is of me and thee,

But it is definitely not about she!”

102

“You may reach for humility, but sometimes the walls of humility magnify certain

Truths the more you try to build them.”

“Sweat may bring you success, but so do applied brains.”

“If you’ve ever danced please teach me the way,

If you help me through, I could be O.K.,

Simply motion with your hands step by step,

In respect your orders will be kept,

Until of course I’ve learned the basics,

Then free like frog, I shall choose my own kicks.”

101

The Help That I Need

When you plow my mind,

Please tell me what you find.

I’m sorry that I yelled,

Why I did I cannot tell…

Maybe I’m tired,

Maybe I’m weak,

Maybe I’m sick, who knows,

I guess we’ll see

Now I’ll say

That I’m sorry,

And much more loving to all

I’ll try to be,

Had a headache, was feeling bad,

Told her “shut up”, made her feel sad,

What was I thinking,

What say, Whatever reasons there are,

It is still not O.K.

Why did I?

Why did I?

Why did I?

Why did I?

Sitting in class I was perturbed

My grades I got back, not what I thought I deserved,

So I sulked in my chair,

Put my hands through my hair,

And said something that would make the teacher glare.

Why do I?

Why do I?

Why do I?

Why do I?

Jesus please help me,

Help me to see,

The bigger picture,

And how it’s not about me

More and more and more

Each day I pray

You’ll show love, show love through me.

Guitar

Yaah

Refrain

Happy. The Pig was Happy

Behind a dark and dirty butcher Shop, there was a small area of mud fenced off for Roger. Roger was a pig. A good pig. He rarely complained about the small space, he did not squirm when the butcher would swear at him, and even though he rarely was paid any attention to, he tried to be grateful for what he had.

He had the sky, roger would roll onto his back and stare at the small portion of the great expanse that he was blessed to see. In these moments, he would dream. Dream that he could get out of the heavy suffocating warmth, dream that he could see it all and taste the clouds. Then at night he would see a few stars. He liked to dream of these too, but he could only lie on his back for so long, before the rocky mud indented his pink skin too deeply.


Roger was a good pig. But he was a pig. One morning the butcher, in a drunken swagger, spat condescendingly " You're gonna die, pig." Roger was shocked. He had never thought of death. Even though his life was captive, he still had his hopes, he still had his dreams. But not if the butcher shopped him up. The pig was overwhelmed with sorrow and collapsed on the mud. His snout and cheeks sank down and he stared blankly at the fence. Roger laid there, in silence, for a long time.


As the sun was setting, the light around him changed, and it brought Roger to a sense of urgency. "Help," he squealed. "Help!" again. "Shut up," yelled the butcher from inside the shop. "HELP!" the pig yelled all the louder. He shook the mud off his face and breathe heavily looking at the edge of the fence. He desperately hoped and waited. There was nothing. Then he hung his head with a quiet sigh, "help."

Suddenly he heard flapping of wings and there above him was a beautiful albatross. It's wings were clean and long. In it's eyes were compassion and it landed in the grime next to Roger. That night the albatross submerged his clean wings in Roger's mud. That night as Roger gazed at the stars, the albatross gave it's wings to the pig. "How will you get around?" The worried Roger asked the albatross. The majestic bird replied, " Don't worry, I'm good at fixing things." Roger's eye's filled with gratitude. "Go be free." "Thank you" And the pig flew far, far away from the butcher.