An August summer day
Already in the castleTwo boys and a girl hair of goldIt’s an august summer dayAnd the baby is born
I don’t know why
Some people don’t careTo care and to be fairThey think, in lifeThey’re done paying any fareTo God, thank notTheir cash they trashIn bars, cigars and DUI’sI don’t know why
I never minimize
I can write something not brightI can write something wiseI never minimizeThe rats or the mice
Man of discrimination
Man of discriminationYou are going to beA lonely manMan of discriminationYou won’t have…A trusted friend
Hearing voices
Hearing voicesThe voice of GodFrom creationAnd the writingsOf prophets of old
Stage for rage
Stage for rageOpens the news pageThe death toll nowOn a rampageThe training roomThe playroomViolent videosTedious friends
Twitting no twit
Nutty is not inNothing to winNoddingNothing to winGone with the windOut of the windowThe clever wit
I’ll do my most
Even thoughI don’t haveI do the bestWith what I haveI do the bestThe very bestAnd leave the badnessThere to rest
Before man or gold
I do respect womenFrom the oneThat gave me birthYou and the oneWho lives onIn my heart
The Body is Perfect
The body is perfectThe mind doesn’t mindThe minds not mindingThey’ve seen what they couldThe minds are minding
As a walker he walked
The fast and the furiousIt’s curiousThe irony of allA ball of fire and PaulAs a walker he walkedThe path of havingA good family
You cannot fool children
Foolishness is bound up in the heart of ChildrenHowever, you cannot fool children
Going back to the old routine
To resume, to consume and not assumeThat starting over or going back to the old routine
It doesn’t ever, ever come back
I love to share, care, and declareA fair glare as I compare every single spare momentMoment in which, accountable… flares
To bow To forgetfulness
A few new moments, trueCan be joyous can be blueIf I knewIt was shrewd to keep it new