Governed

Nature governs this world

it's foolish to believe otherwise

Carried Away

There's no hurry

to unpack

your bags of dreams

let them

take you where they will

Cages

Once we separate ourselves from nature

we cage up our souls

Cold Day

He's blaming the world for everything that it is

grabbing the broom maid by the hand

but she won't dance with him

oh, don't try me

or I'll bur you temporarily

The chandelier will drop on him

and the ball will go on

the pounding notes 

dancing shoes across his head

don't cry now, he's only dead

let the jester slap him for a reply

so much time flows by

the band breaks for a day

so the congregation can have its say

the body removed

brunt and spread around

to feed the flowers

that welcome travelers into town

but these roses are black

a plaque hung in namesake

so that when the sun sets

and the town realized its mistake

the tide rose

the storm came

the ground shook

the sky fell

they remembered his name

on that cold day in hell

Stand Up

Trembling

Trembling

Hands wept with fear

As another night draws near

Beckoning

Beckoning

Voices from beyond our sight

Calling on threads of frigid fright

Calling on us for deliverance from the night

Calling on us to stand up and fight

Worth the Wait

Getting things right takes time

but is well worth the wait

All Around

What you seek is all around you

nature holds the answer

be one, connected