Faith

What I believe is not important. What I believe is that there is no god (or gods) that will intervene upon your behalf. We are singly responsible for our own fate and will benefit and suffer in whatever manner we choose. However, I do believe there is a greater pattern, of which we are not aware, that allows us to play this game. Whether we ever disover what that pattern is, in this life or the next, does not matter. As long as we are ever curious, and ever apply ourselves to our lives with a binding of love; we can be confident that we are a part of that pattern.

Hopeful Launch

Fully committed
Fully thrown
I launch myself
Into the unknown

Not knowing
Where I will land
I extend my arms
And reach for your hand

Will you catch me
Or will your grip slip
To find this answer
It is worth the trip

Am I foolish
To invest this much
I haven't seen your face
Or felt your touch

But in your your voice
I feel so much heat
Your love for life
Appears whole and complete

To have that gaze
Be focused on mine
Brightens my day
And feels divine

To take this chance
I will do what I must
I will close my eyes
In your hand I trust.

Something More Than Oxygen

With a clock at the ready I time my life
Each unit's hand is as sharp as a knife
Slicing each moment into a separate slice
Apart from each other like grains of rice
(or) Are they all connected is there a straight line through
(or) Are they all protected each with their own view

Something more than oxygen
Is what I need
To give me the courage
and perspective to believe

(that) there's something more than oxygen
That powers my mind
There's something more than oxygen
That I'm going to find

(that) there's something more than oxygen
That provides the heat
There's something more than oxygen
That my brain can eat

Under pressure
Intense pressure
In a soup of building blocks

Under pressure
Intense pressure
Try to think outside the box

Under pressure
Intense pressure
Slowly the chaos is torn

Under pressure
Intense pressure
Slowly the pattern is born

Oberon

Father time grew old one day
he was longing for his son
but locked away
in yesterday
he was always on the run
Trying to find the ones who stole
his future from his mind
the past was getting blurry
and the present was going blind
All his kids thought he was dead
So they fought amongst themselves
They grew their little heavens
And raised a lot of hell
Until one day chaos
threw a little dart
The pattern was was ruined
Everything fell apart
They were looking for answers
Dropping one by one
Blaming each other
Instead of becoming one
That’s when he chose when
To make his presence known
That’s when they focused
And kneeled to the throne
Orders were given
Others were received
Victory was spoken
And all was believed
They all didn’t make it
How was he to know
When you live forever
Sometimes you’re a little slow