Wednesday, October 22, 2014

Screaming Heart

Well I’m screaming in my heart
Silent as I start
Drifting through a window
Soaring as I swoop low
World below is dying
But still I am flying
Scanning where you might roam
‘Cause where you are is my home

And I’m screaming in my heart
Trying to play my part
Looking like a hero
Feeling like a zero
Cold as a snow globe
Drifting like an ice floe
Doing all I can do
Trying to find you

Still I’m screaming in my heart
Hiding in my art
Searching for some meaning
Interpret what I’m gleaning
Looking for my lover
In the shadows under cover
Holding out for reason
Though sometimes it feels like treason

Now I’m screaming in my heart
Silent as I start
Playing along
Dying for this song
Alive but not free
Only you can save me
Tell me what to do
I am longing for you

Screaming in my heart
Screaming in my heart
Only silent as I start
Screaming in my heart
Trying to play my part
Hiding in my art
Screaming in my heart
Screaming for you

I am, screaming for you…

Saturday, April 26, 2014

Paddlers on a Lake of Fire

For all those souls who do aspire,
Paddlers on a lake of fire
Burning with a wild desire
Dancing flame of passion’s lyre

The waves crest for thee…

The Rower’s Song

Row, row, row your boat
That has been the dream
Of many a maverick
Making his own scene

He does not need to fall in line
He does what he will dare
And if no one else rolls with him
Well dammit he won’t care

But if you wish to come along
And bring with you no strife
He welcomes you with open arms
To dance this jig called life

Row, row, row your boat
That has been the dream
To carve out his own reality
With a well lived life his theme

Some may stand and criticize
And say he is a tool
When if they dared to look around
They’d see they are the fools

Now that is no concern to him
For he has things to do
And if you are wise as that guy
You’ll get to moving too.

Row, row, row your boat
That is still the dream
To meet at that flotilla
And laugh, and hoot and scream

HIs oars are in the water
HIs muscles bulge and strain
But he keeps paddling forward
Even in the rain

They’re standing on the banks now
They’re watching as he goes
And praying for the mist to rise
To reveal the clarity he knows

Row, row, row your boat
That is still the theme
Of liberty and justice as reward
For those who dare to dream

Row, row, row your boat
Merrily, merrily, merrily
Because in actuality
Happiness is the theme