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Chameleon
5-22-01


I blend in like a chameleon
Looking around me
And staying free from corruption
A have a way to dodge the falling rocks
In such a volcanic eruption
Lord, I don't know what to say
Except that I'm thankful to be living in the month of May


one hour and fifteen minutes
To call it officially my birthday
Am I worthy to be called the age that I will be turning
Not living only for the blessings
That come down in showers
I guess I can say I live for learning
And with God's grace I show my face
And proceed with it even when I'm terrified
My heart is a piece of petrified wood
To some just any rock
But to others of interest to look at
There is nothing wrong with looking at yourself in the mirror
And admiring what you see
For there is a time and place for all things
Sometimes you have a ball and chain tied to your back
And other times you might have wings
O, what a wonder variety brings....












God Of Variety
5-22-01


He is a God of variety
He created all the beauty of the earth
I have a reason for depression and anxiety
And I am proud of my rebirth
Ate too much, stomach in satiety
At times it can be an oasis
Other times it is famine and dearth


I am not ashamed to tell you what is wrong with me
I accept myself for imperfections
I appeal to singing aloud the song in me
And I will proceed with self affections


He is a God of mystery
Not meant to be complex
Live from here on out in honesty
For it is you that he means not perplex
I have made it to the zone of riches
No longer have need to dig trenches or ditches
Nurse the cut if it hurts
Scratch the poison if it itches
We all have bouts of injury
Pray to the Lord to heal the stitches.....












Storm In The Hallway
5-22-01


Feeling the tensions and paranoia
Of the chaos next door
Asking the Lord for peace there
And calling on an angel to settle the score
And I can hardly wait to go back out to the music store
There is love in what I buy there
Even if it seems to be earthly bound
I feel I have a friend in my stereo
And I take solace in my sound
Over two hundred albums piled up in my towers
To me they are my only treasure
I lay up for myself
They are like my flowers
And so I turn them on
When I can stay in
During springtime showers


I sense the hostility of unrest in my hallway
And thank God I don't live in Chicago
Such a storm I assure myself will pass
My cat seems now sensitive to such sounds
Lifting her ears in curiosity
As I pray for protection
From possible lunatics outside my door
It may only be in my head
So I pass it off as a spell
It's another storm I have lived with
It is something to you now I can tell...










Striking Oil
5-22-01


I wonder about that which I don't know
Wondering if I have the ability to strike oil
It is a gold rush for the treasure inside
Try not to include selfishness and pride
This thing could very well be educational
I would love to go out for the ride
But something here doesn't feel quite right
The only time I felt alright
Was during the cool of the night
Nothing but rain clouds in my hazy sight
Taking off my spectacles
To bear the view
Partially distorting all that is clear and true
Missed out on the colors on the horizon
The sun is set and soon it will be rising
The fleeting passing of time, not surprising
Time to cut out apprehension
And put an end to all surmising
I wonder about all the things I've gathered over the years
Neglected and denied
Material possessions taken for granted and collecting dust
Each and every one has its purpose
Let me do with them what is just
Time to get out of bed and do just what I must...