Running

I see something
I don’t know what it is that comes
My feet take wing
And that is when my body runs

With fear
is the feeling of freedom
the speed and the tear
as they both sear
through my mind

What am I running from?

Lost Emotion

Where is the passion
Where is the feeling.
I feel like its gone.
Where is the joy,
The anger
The sorrow
I feel like I have this hole in me
I don’t even know what was in it
What where the pieces that made me whole.

Motion

Move.
Don’t stop.
Always move.
Don’t stop.
Always Do.
Move
Don’t stagnate
Move
Run
Stay in continuous motion
Move

Of Kings

King of myself
King of my little world
That’s all I wanted
That’s all I still want
But some part of me wants more
When I was a kid I wanted to lead
But now, I’ve seen the king's job and I don’t want it
Maybe just doin’ right by folk is enough
But if I’m trapped in my own little world how do I help folk

Frontiersmen

I’m a frontiersmen with no frontier
No place to roam
No place to be alone
And see the skies and moon
Can’t spot the stars
But most of all
I can’t explore
Lands been found and bound
Its been charted and mapped
So many times
Its locked in a trap

Follow The Flow

Life’s an uncharted river
And to add to the confusion one can never tell where the tributaries lead
But the river following the river of life always leads to death
But we should not avoid the flow
We should follow it

Mad Guitar Envy/ A Drummers Revenge

Front men, Duck walkers, vocalists
Guitarist
Guitarist
These front runners pushing to the back
The beat runner of all the pack
(Insert who Drum Solo)… Pa palllalal Pa tich tich pa pall popalllal
The Drummer ( sung … The Drummmaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrr)
The drummer
(Insert longer drum solo) Pa palllalal Pa tich tich pa pall popalllal tach tavch papllla palo tich
(pyrotechnic explosion)
Give him the props
Do the air drum
(Drum solo)
Heart and soul of the song core to the rhythm
Essential
to the beat
The Drummer
The Drummer

Life

There is strife and there is hardship but I know there is also
Life
It may seem trifle to say
But through all the struggle there is life
Where there is life there is the possibility for joy
So make noise
And live
Live as you please
For now there is life
It will not be here for long
No matter how strong
We all go
And it is true pain to live close
To a life a happiness
But never attempt to grasp it
Because of the fear that has a grasp on me
Fear of death and hardship
Fear of loneliness and sorrow
Fear of losing all I have
But there is much to gain through life.

I hate the Fall

Out the window I see green trees tipped with gold
Blue sky and yellow sun
It won’t last
The cold harsh white winter will come again
The days of struggle and survival will destroy those pretty leaves
and old heart of cold will once again make me bold

It never stops

Spinning round and round
It never stops
Not for me not for anybody
I ain't special
Cause the world doesn’t stop spinning
Everybody’s got their own shit to deal with
And every body has it better and worse than somebody else
So what’s the point in lying in self pity

Though the Looking Glass Are We

Down the rabbit hole
we tumble as partisanship increases our troubles.
The leadership just ain’t there but blaming folk just a’int fair.
While people grumble in the wings the country continues to fumble.
Moreover, finding true unbiased truth in these polarized days is too too rare Because everything,
including the misinformation and the dissemination of opinion as fact screams eat me, drink me.
When all it does is cause our minds to shrink when we think its making us grow

So

I ask you to make up your own damn mind and stop screaming
off with his slash her head.
When somebody seems to have made up their mind, let them.
Rather than screaming and hitting them with faulty reasoning and saying, “he be keen on treasoning”.

This is why the ballot is anonymous.
This is why we have freedom of press.
Not to force opinion, but to allow it
This is the key that will lead us out of this mad tea party of the parties.
Through the looking glass are we

Choice

Freedom is the existence of choice. Whether or not humanity has choice is obvious. We do. The question should be how much choice and in extension how much freedom do we have. Can I choose what my opinion is. My favorite color is red. Out of all the colors of the world why did I choose it? To quote the matrix. I already know the choice I’ve made now I have to know why. Were the reasons why I chose the color red as my favorite color under my control or maybe there were reasons outside of my control. My mother’s favorite color is red. Red is one of the three patriotic colors. It also happens to be a color assoiciated with a lot of symbolism. I had no control over these facts. Did they take the choice out of my hands.

The opposite of freedom is fate. Fate is the lack of choice. How much of existence is due do the choices that individuals made or factors that were out of their control such as the weather or an unexpected event. This is a debate theologists and philosophers have dealt with for centuries. How much free will did God give us.

Apart from God there is also society. Do I believe murder is wrong because of my own conclusions or because society says its wrong. I like to believe I make up my own mind on maters like this but my environment does play a role. How much of a role does it play. Everybody has things they would kill for. A mother would kill to protect her child, and a soldier will kill to protect his or her country. Are these archetypical ideals shared throughout humanity or are they cultural.

Family, patriotism, self preservation how much of what a person does in these situation is instinctual. Some people believe that humans don’t have much left, but we still have compulsions that we can’t control. We wish to live, mate, eat, drink, sleep. Biology takes choice away from me. I can chose not to eat for a day but eventually hunger will enter my mind like a gnat gnawing on a leaf. Eventually I would become to feel irritable. Then I would start to feel fatigued. These feelings strongly encourage me to eat every four to six hours. The only control I have over them is to avoid hunger.

This brings up another point, consequence. Is the choice between a rock and a hard place a choice? If I do thing A and thing A gives me a beneficial result and if I do thing B and thing B gives me a negative result I am more likely to repeat thing A than I am to repeat Thing B. Is this a choice?

Ultimately I believe that freedom is limited. I can make choices but I am not always in control over the factors that affects those choice.

What's My Worth

How do I measure my worth
The job I have
The house I own
The wife I love
The joy I bring
The money I make
The life I live
The character I have gained through thought and strife.
How do I measure my worth

Pain

Some days I think I know pain
That my lot is unfair and bare
But then I remember that I still have chance
My book is unwritten, my eyes still open
Some don’t have that
I still do not know death

Very Few people who I have known in my life are dead
I know for sure I live
My mother and father are living
And so I should continue to honor them
And the gift of life God has given me

I must continue and have hope that when my last days do come
The man I am now will be able to be proud and unashamed
Of the man I have become
And for that to occur
I must stand and not wallow in the days of darkness

Heart of Bohemia

Free livin’
Free Roamin’
Free Thinkin’
Just letin' the revelations come slowly
Cause when they come quickly
They leave quickly
And I want to keep those glimpses of truth
Because from the glimpses I eventually see a larger view
Of what is truth