Love can change the way we feel

It can change the way we live

Love is more than just a flirt

It’s what holds us together when we’re hurt

Love can make us cry

But there’s one certain thing, love will never die

A storm is coming
How do I prepare myself for something that can destroy my home to nothing
There is no where to run or hide
Not having a soul by my side
I’m so scared that I start to cry
Because this may be my last goodbye
Will I survive this hurricane
That will swallow me up by this rain
That it will bring sorrow to my life
Even when I have had enough it will still come back and stab me with a knife
That this storm will twist my life into a tornado
Or burn with rage from an eruption of a volcano
That life will frighten us with lightning and hail
That a tsunami will throw us around and not let us sail
That this world will feel like it’s at its end
That this world has no hope and no where to ascend
But life always has a second chance
That if we just open our eyes and glance
And see that the storm is gone
That even though the storm has left, there will still be damage that we will have to mend on
That our life is like a storm
It may be the part of our life that will transform
The way we feel
And deal
With emotions and down points
That will crush our bones and joints
To nothing but dust
And rust
A storm will change our life forever
So we must survive and learn from our mistakes so we can change for the better

Music runs through my veins
It gains
Nothing but joy for every father, mother, and child
It allows someone to let go and be wild
That the sunshine will shine
When music speaks to the soul of mine
That when music rains
It sure entertains
People who just want to hear the words of life
But the wrong words can also stab you in the back with a knife
It’s music that inspires us to try
That we don’t care how it’s presented to us and the what and the why
As long as music speaks to us and brings us hope
That there is nothing that we cannot cope
So thank God we have ears
So that we may hear the voice of music speak to the crowds of cheers

Light sparkling in the night
Oh how much I enjoy this sight
The sight of seeing
That light is much more than just one meaning
Without light there is dark
Even in total blackness there can be a spark
That ignites the night with vision
To influence and help someone envision their decision
To be the light of the world
To unroll this life to the state that its unfurled
That life needs a voice
A light that can power someone’s choice
That even a small match can make a difference in a world that is filled with so much darkness
That we need to harness
Ourselves to something secure
To ensure
Our life leads towards the goodness of this earth
Because when we came into this world we saw the first glimpse of light out of the womb from our mother giving birth
So let us show this world of what we are worth
Because when there is darkness there will always be light
We are the light of this world

A life once covered in chains
Our life about to be changed by the blood of our veins
A new purpose has risen
That it’s granted to those that will listen
To those who stand up for what is right
That blood will be shed to endure this fight
To be free from bondage
To use wisdom as knowledge
With knowledge comes with understanding
Understanding freedom helps expanding
Our thoughts with hope
It supports the way we live like the way rope
Supports us from falling
And catches us with a calling
That life is meant so much more than a simple life
That it can expand as far as we can imagine as long as freedom marries life as its wife
Freedom comes with a cost
But without it we are lost
Set our differences aside and just know that we are free
To be whoever we want be

Deception at its finest
A mask hiding one’s face to blindness
To not show its true colors
To hide your true nature from others
To be someone your not
Because deep inside you know that everything you told them is nothing you got
That maybe your not the hot shot
That you have always thought
You were
That you had to hide a part of you so you could be sure
That they would not judge
That they would not have a grudge
Because your so scared of rejection
That forces deception
As a weapon to get what you want
To know that you got away with that stunt
But in the end we are nothing but a broken down mask
That eventually someone is going to question and ask
If those are your true colors
If you are real and don’t use others
As a tool
And make them feel like they were a fool
Just because you couldn’t be yourself and had to be cool
But true friends don’t want a mask or have to question and ask
They want honesty
Which has always been the best policy
And to be real
So take off that mask and tell them how you feel
That you are the real deal

Branches brushing against the summer breeze
An old fruit tree sat against a grassy hill with much ease
The bark showed its scars of age
Its story has more than just one page
Its wisdom comes down all the way from its roots
A man just has to eat from its fruits
To savor its wisdom
To sit down and just listen
To what this tree has to offer
That its layers are like pages written from an author
It speaks nothing but the truth
That even with age it can still have impact to the youth
Wisdom comes to those who are willing to become vulnerable and just ask
For help to finish a task
That wisdom doesn’t hide beneath a mask
That wisdom never dies
From the tree that is wise

Waves crashing down
Even the wind has a sound
A breeze starts to dance
Is a place where two lovers can have romance
Or somewhere where friends and family can come to relax and play
A house next to the sandy beach is where you long to stay
Sand is not just a piece of land
It’s much more than somewhere where you can stand
It’s somewhere where you burn or tan
Where imagination builds something from a grain of sand to something that becomes a building plan
Where a simple ball becomes a game
Where showing a little skin is not a shame
Where the ocean sea sparkles in the sun light
Where the wind let’s you fly a kite
Where the smell of the beach tingles in our nose
Where the beach shows
How the wind blows
And goes
How the beach means much more
How the wind crashes on the shore
A place we call the beach

What comes from my voice
Is always a choice
The outcome of my choice are words
It can be one word or two or even come in herds
Of many words that defines its purpose
Words can entertain you like a circus
It can even bring someone back to life
It can also engage someone to strife
Words can hurt
They can be filthy like dirt
Words have power
It’s something that can tower
Over what is just
Or a bust
Words can mean so much
It’s something we speak not touch
Words slip
And trip
And can start a conflict
And can inflict
In something or someone towards hardship and pain
But it’s up to my brain
To chose what comes out of my voice
The words of my choice