Field of golden hay

Pillows in the sky
Caress and warm embrace
A sun of orange hue
Reflecting on your face

Squint into your eyes
Cares all melt away
Surrounding shrills of laughter
Field of golden hay

The sense of the senseless

Life is a bubble
Memory, an echo
Mere spectators we
Emotions hollow

Sound is a shadow
The sense of the senseless

Undervalued Soul

You have an undervalued soul
that you're trying to sell
Though they offer you heaven
They will give you hell

Its worth is a secret
You succumb to their lies
They feigned their appraisals
They smothered your eyes

They may offer you freedom
But what do they give?
A freedom of smoke
Water through a sieve

You have an undervalued soul
that you're trying to sell
Though they offer you heaven
They will give you hell

I know well the place
that your soul longs for
And all you must do
Is knock on that door

Because true happiness cannot be found
Where the shopping malls of 'freedom' abound

You have an undervalued soul
that you're trying to sell
Though they offer you heaven
They will give you hell

Jesus has come,
With power as God's son
The true evaluation made
The price has been paid

Prisoner

I'm a self-made prisoner
I gag my mouth with lies
These bonds of selfishness
With my own hands I've tied
The cell door is locked
I locked it from my side
I'm a self-made prisoner
With nowhere left to hide

Addiction

A short term loan
With deferred repayments
Daily interest: so low
so docile, so harmless

But add up the days
Weeks, months and the years
The moments of laughter
The lifetime of tears

Compound up the interest
Multiplied at each date
The actual cost of your debt
Will be greater than great

Pretty soon your addiction
Which started so small
Will become all consuming
And swallow you whole

It offered you happiness
Satisfaction indeed
Has ruptured your wallet
Has left you to bleed

But I know a one
A rich man, some say
Who is willing and able
To take it away

To pay the price
So you may run free
I know he can help you
Because he also helped me

Why do you hide beneath your lies?
Damning the truth behind wearied eyes
What are you so afraid to show?
You're caught by the tide; nowhere to go
Cracks in the shell are becoming clear
The truth escapes: a single tear

More clumsy than a needle in the hand of a giant

There's two voices inside of me
There's two forces it's frightening
Day and night the forces fight
Not sure which side's winning, despite
knowing who's side i'm on.

One voice makes me do wrong things
Despite the warning the other sings
"Remember what happened last time" it rings
"The short lived joy that doesnt satisfy"
My thought's arry, in the battleground of my mind

p.s. i warned you that it was cliche'

My respect,
At least
It's something
You'll accept
From me.

More than what i have to give
Is less than you deserve
If i could make this dream come true
If i could find the nerve

The clamour of awkward silence
Interspersed with clumsy stutter
Mincing words and serving up
On rice, long-glazed in butter

O butter of false motives
So bitter yet so sweet
For one as me to secure
One as you, a daring feat

When that night, dispatch of dreams
Reared its head, adorned and crowned
Expectations drew to head
Eyes appear to eye around
For the eyes that can't be found
Where once a smile had lain
Now affixed a saddened frown

O butter of false motives
So bitter yet so sweet?
For one as me to secure
one as you, a trick? or treat?

Her eyes are only for you
What's a guy like me to do?

Sometimes it's better to accept the fact
That on the highway of love, there's only one way traffic

And their aint no turning back

I need to damn the stream of time
I need to make this moment mine

Empty and hollow
Life's pill that you swallow
You live for today
Instead of tomorrow
And to your demise
You thoughtlessly say
Heaven and Hell
Are a lifetime away