An Easy Way

I wish there was an easy way,

To say, Hei Hei!

And a leave without a peep.

I wish there was an easy way,

One without a price to pay,

Or a price that’s not so steep.

I want to take different road,

One that goes away.

A road that brings me somewhere new,

Where I want to stay.

I want to take a different road,

Problem is I’m told,

If you take a different road,

Some will likely scold.

But if the way was easy,

And my burdens here were light,

Then perhaps I would not learn as much,

Or understand the plight.

Chance

Chance is something that you can't predict,
You can try to make rules
but they just don't stick.

Chance can surprise you for better or worse
Things will get dicey
not like you rehearsed.

Chance is opportunity, a chance to really find,
What are your true feelings,
are there any that you hide?

Chance is what keeps us guessing,
Always wondering now,
what will be the next thing, and when and why and how.

Life and Death

Hands grip

Knuckles white

Trying to reach

That end light.

Sitting on the hard hard floor

Staring at a far away door,

Wishing there was less, or more.

Teeth clenched

Breathing tight

So you know,

It’s not alright.

So sincere

Not a tear

Knowing death is near.

There is something horrible about your hands being the only thing separating a cloth from tightening around the neck of someone attempting to take their own life. To pull away with all your might, only to have them work harder in return. To see the look in their eyes. As they look through you. Your words meaning nothing to them as you cry for them to stop, to listen to you. But they see through your clichés and they see your fear. They are in control and control is something they don’t have. You are pushed away but you can’t stop because if you did, if you would have blood on your hands. It’s a struggle between life and death.
(after note: this is based on something that happened at work)

Sometimes

Sometimes we are down and don’t know what to do,

Sometimes the world keeps clashing with you.

Sometimes the days drag on into nights,

Sometimes it feels things will never be right.

That’s when we need a friend.

Sometimes our plans crash in our faces,

Sometimes life takes us to strange, new places.

Sometimes our minds take us on long trips,

Sometimes we struggle as loneliness slips, in.

That’s when we need a friend.

Sometimes we knew what we wanted,

Only to find when we get it we are daunted.

Sometimes it’s hard to know,

Exactly which path is the one we should go.

That’s when we need a friend.

Sometimes life throws kinks in our plans,

Coming up with things we don’t understand.

But no matter where life takes us or not,

I’m glad that I’ve got,

You.

My Friend.

To help me through life,  during the sometimes when I need it most.

The Sky is Blue

“The sky is blue, Child.” Said the Grandmother to the little girl in her lap. “The sky is blue.” But what about the sunrise, thought the granddaughter as she wondered about the old woman’s words. But as she started to raise the question she stopped because the grandmother was no longer listening.

 “You know, the sky is blue!” said the excited young boy to his playmates, as they ran around the yard playing ball, talking amongst themselves. They all agreed that this was so.

Late into the night, the girls giggled amongst themselves, snuggled into blankets a whisper could be heard, “the sky is blue.”

The teenagers laughed and gossiped and bickered but throughout it all they stuck together because they all agreed on one thing, the sky was definitely blue.  

They stuck together, those blue-sky people, because even if others knew that the color of the sky was blue, they didn’t understand its importance.

And they had children, and as they rocked them they sang, “The sky is blue.”

One little girl had a question, “Daddy, what about when the sky turns pink and purple and pretty?”

“That doesn’t matter sweetheart, what matters is the sky is blue.” He says gently as he sends her off to bed.

“But what about the clouds? And days when the sky turns orange or into a icky grey?” she pushes.

“Darling, the sky is blue, remember that.” He whispers as he strokes her hair and tucks her in.

The little girl falls asleep and dreams of blue skies.

She grows up a perfect blue-sky child.

And then one day she meets someone new.

And when she tells him the sky is blue, he asks her a question. “What else do you know about the sky?”

And she is at a loss. Because all she knows is of the blue sky. And that the sky is blue.

So she steps back and takes a look as sees that yes, sometimes the sky is blue, but look at the birds, the horizon, the sunsets and the stars, the sky is so much more than blue, and she is forced to reconsider everything she has ever known.

There's a Little White Church

There’s a little white church on a quiet county road,

It holds many secrets and stories to be told.

There are many wooden pews, worn and used,

Filled by people with the same old views.

There’s a little white church filled with voices,

And a congregation that makes the same choices.

The wooden floors, show the treads,

Where people walk and children are wedged.

There’s a little white church where many are married,

And then later on, children are carried.

The metal rails on the sides of the step,

Have kids hanging right and left.

There’s a little white church, where many gather,

To hear the a sermon and lots of chatter,

Dresses and skirts, ties and shirts,

Marking the Sabbath and a day for church.

There’s a little white church that filled with singing,

Songs and hymns with the organ ringing.

Words that calm me, make me feel safe,

Words of joy, of love, of wrath.

There’s a little white church that fills my past,

Memories and ways that are bound to last.

Ideas with which I don’t agree,

But things that are special cause they make me, me. 

You're Welcome

You’re welcome to bring up Church,

But you better not question it.

You’re welcome to talk about what other churches believe,

But you better not believe it.

You’re welcome to question beliefs,

But you better be satisfied with the answers you get.

You’re welcome to come to church,

But you better be wearing a dress and no makeup.

You’re welcome to go to school,

But you better not let it interfere with you raising kids.

You’re welcome to have non-believer friends,

But church friends are your real friends.

You are welcome in our home,

But you better Believe.