Honest Questions

I wrote this (musicless ) song two and a half years ago for a friend who passed from Cancer. Aunt Belle- the way you carried yourself despite the pain, was one of a kind. You never failed to have a smile on your face. Thank you for showing me that Love will always TRUMP PAIN & life is too beautiful to allow pain to dictate It . Our pain is only temporary, but what it is preparing us for is far more glorious! RIP Aunt Belle’s Song June 6, 2014 There is a trembling child living deep inside of me Afraid of the dark,, and everything she cannot see this trembling child many nights finds herself softly weeping a soul’s desperate cry of freedom and mercy A soul whose somehow come to find beauty in suffering In my blindness I have known sight in my darkness I’ve seen light In my solitude I have felt the embrace of Our Lady In my sadness and dismay I have heard songs of angels through my most difficult days There’s a man I met as I was walking Down the beaten path, ...

Life is a thin thread ....delicate and beautiful . You weave in and out of people's lives Emotion clings to words Like you to life Darkness surrenders to light With just the slightest twinkle spreads like needlework in the midnight Sky Love cannot be explained Pain cannot be justified It's like the last cold wind On the Equinox of a summer night With a trembling hand We reach forth Into the unknown  , Our emerging songs, Our destinies outlined Inside the weakest of hearts... The relentless seekers Stored up hope Yet undefined, undefined, undefined Is this life that you're living Boundless and infinite? Our destinies Intertwine Culminating... Into one path The very path I'd been evading Now I find myself interlaced With the one thing I was trying to escape... Two pieces of tree, four broken nails, And a pain in my heart which I could not exonerate A grave weight on my soul Accompanied by anxiety and later by tears stumbling I fell, Unste...

Open up my lungs Let them breathe The air of a new day Lift this hundred pound boulder off my fragile chest The crushing weight  suffocates me Left breathless in this cloud of smoke A dense haze of unfulfilled purpose Seems to follow me Downpours of anxiety tighten around my chest and like an anaconda wrapping Words of melancholy constrict me Predispositioned fatality binds me Falsehood entraps me Seducing you into only seeing the storm Oblivious to the unveiling sunlight That’s slowly awakening Open up my lungs Let them breathe in The air of a new day Lift this hundred pound boulder off my fragile chest The crushing weight suffocates me Aloud I cry a repentant plea Open my lungs Let them breathe Voice trembling Troubled thoughts kill my confidence And like a nine thousand pound elephant sitting upon me Pressure accumilates Strained breaths escape me Open up my lungs Let them breathe in The air of a new day Lift this hundred pound boulde...

There I was  Lost in the middle of the woods Thought I heard your voice  Or was it the hoarseness  Heard in muted noise  A Broken soul wails At the brute reality  This life entails Consequenuces of the wrong choice  Encounters with the roads of our past  Truths of our selves unsurpassed  I give you my Silence  wrapped in every single tear you  made fall from my bloodshot eyes, Lies I give you the words  All the empty words that became promises dressed in deceit, Lies I give you the unnumbered prayers said for you Clothed in non existent comprise Lies I gave you my past, Now I take it back , Time is fleeting, Mine, too precious to abandon to  feelings  Emotions claimed Ah, but your actions have spoken loudly  There is nothing left to say I give you my silence  Wrapped in every tear That fell from these red, bloodshot eyes Lies  Each moment- ...

He is Risen, Alleluia! Happy Easter! "This is the day the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad!" I didn't think the rain would ever stop  Wasn't sure that Sun would come up Unsure of the strength I possessed  And though I'd quit searching   You sought me out Despite my weakness  Despite my doubt How can we say we love  If it is nothing but selfish Love and hate cannot both be on our tongues  One cancels out the other one Loving isn't a matter of flattery, Of barren words  Devoid of living  Every word is an action in love  Whose story develops in giving  For who has lost themselves in the twistedness of existing  Merely for the material and false praises of men  Men who live for all that fades Who only seek their own good Leading to the untruth of what love really is  For it is only in loving others without measure where loves true fire can burn  Where  we f...