Lost Chance

As my fingers slide over the frets
I pondered over any regrets
I wish I had kissed that boy who got rid of my frown
It was hard to accept when they told me he had drown

Rainbows Don't Last Forever

Endure the stormy weather

Things eventually come back together

Like veins bringing used blood back to the heart

You get a fresh breath after things fall apart

The Quantum Leap

Times of contemplation give me cause to vent
I keep reliving some horrible past event

How do I get out of this predicament?
Where is the fast forward button to the present moment?

Light is both a particle and a wave
Being a form and form-less is how I behave

Negative thoughts create parasitic emotion
In my body, it creates quite a commotion

To transcend all of Life's negativity
No need to fully understand the Theory of Relativity

Other dimensions allow for another reality
Other dimensions make it a possibility

Positive vibrations release creativity
Just find joy in all your activity

I wish I was as enlightened as His Holiness
The Dalai Lama professes interconnectedness

Heaven is not a destination but a realm of consciousness
It's more about the awakening than any amount of goodness

Instead of holding on, it is about the catch and release
In all this suffering we find lasting peace

Now it is time for restful sleep
For we have made the Quantum Leap

The Leap

I can hear myself scream
Falling, never landing, grasping at sunbeams
You have a choice
Said the Being without a voice
Drop your line in the pity parade
Take your spot on this crazy crusade
Not letting it show is stoic
Not facing up is not heroic
You will be haunted forever in troubled sleep
When you commit a failed attempt at the Leap

The Damned

Searching for the Truth is my motor to propel
I realize now that I have been living under a spell
Nearly everyone abandoned me when my reputation fell
It was as if I was emitting some nasty kind of smell
You were always painting pictures and lying to dispel
How many ugly secrets do you truly wish to quell?
Guilt is powerful and you felt the need to compel
The forensics test indicated shame in my every cell
I know it is my fault so go ahead and yell
I'm running late so do it before the last bell
I think I know why you told me not to tell
You were just afraid that I would die and go to hell

The Soft Side

I saw something the other day

That made me think I'm not as hard as I say

A little girl let out a squeal

After spying her dad who was to kneel

Running into her dad's open arms, no one could peel

Their embrace was genuine and REAL

Lump in throat, eyes brimming, don't want anyone to see

How this simple act completely unstitched me

The Other Dark Side

When people stop giving a darn
I look for this short, beautiful cairn
This marks a special place for me
Where I can pretend that I am Free

I want to get away from those who rant and rave
Do they even care about this Life they save?
Until I know that I can behave
I spend my time in this dark cave

Do people turn to crime because they were not loved enough?
Or is it a fragmented sequence in their DNA stuff?

I want to feel normal
My condition appears to be hormonal

Who are you to take a Life?
I really want to be over this strife
Does this story end with a knife?
I still yearn to be a happy wife

"We all have two sides," says my friend Steven
It just makes sense to be balanced and to be even

I am a hibernating bat who wants woken
I want fixed, just tired of feeling broken

I am the bat who drank the PBR
Where you cannot see a single star

Breaking the Cycle

He would not let anyone pet him but me
He did not like being tied to a tree
He would put his soft muzzle on my knee
He would lick my salty tears lovingly

To break the cycle was up to me
It would not matter if God heard my plea
I wanted all my worries to flee
He died when my baby was inside of me

I thought he was the only one who let me BE
But when our family became three
I found that my baby and me
Connected like me and Free

In memory of my dog, Freedom

Another Secret

No one in my family knows that I blog
Not even the cousins who live in smog
Life is a wheel not only one cog
I write about nature and kissing a frog
I will try to keep all my friends in a fog
And if they find out I will live in a log

The Other Stuff

I don't get involved
Especially with guys who have not evolved
Girls don't want to be treated like objects
I would rather be sendin' projects

After I reach my deadpoint
I clean up in the bathroom at Redpoint
I will never forget the nice guy at the shop
I told him a few things about my pop

He told me climbing on granite and basalt
Would help me deal with battery and assault

It would be hard to live with me
I have a bad case of OCD

I sleep alone in my car
To hide my invisible scar

What I really want is some one's protection
What I really crave is Island affection

For CG, the nice guy at the shop