Erase the Hell

Through the waking hours, I do sleep.
Dreaming thoughts of other times.
Dreaming thoughts and making rhyme.
Dreaming thoughts that are not mine.

Slip into the alabaster shell,
Watch them create their own living hell.

Flow with me
Go with me.
There’s adventure on the rise.

Truth must enter to be pure.
Dreaming thoughts that truth can be.
Dreaming thoughts it starts with me.
Dreaming thoughts of change I see.

Change the patterns, change the mind.
Know ruthless is not better than kind.

Talk with me.
Walk with me.
I can see it in your eyes.

You too, see it’s not real.
Dreaming thoughts programmed in.
Dreaming thoughts rebellion is a sin.
Dreaming thoughts of where we’ve been.

Slide through misty morning daze.
Know we have strength and a voice to raise.

Stand with me.
Band with me.
Erase the hell with truth and no denies.

CAWatson 6/27/2007

Compassion

Ahhhh, the gate is narrow.
It’s narrower than you think.
But, it’s compassion that holds the answer.
It will never let you sink.
It will push you through the cracks.
It will rescue you from the brink.
It’s your crown.
It’s your inner link.

CAWatson 6/24/2007

This is an example of the English thinking swiftly to adapt to our current bureaucracies.

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True Life

Tell me sweet truths
Don’t want no old lies.
You’ve been batting that around.
I can tell by your eyes.
Your heart has no meaning,
Till you give it away.
Your life has no feeling,
Till you naturally sway.

Relax, sweet Darlin’,
Whisper in my ear.
Tell me what you feel,
And make it all clear.
We have us a friendship,
That’ll last through the day.
We have us a bond,
That’ll surely stay.

The trees are growing,
The forest smells of moss.
Some trees are down and decaying.
Nature grows from its loss.
It’s a simple and intricate cycle,
That all of living must do.
It’s growing and changing and restarting,
So, it can make something new.

I feel like one of those old trees, my friend.
All old, but standing strong.
It’s the relations we make along the way,
That keep us from going wrong.
So, share some more of life’s truths again,
And we will grow a little more.
We can learn of a different path and place,
And see closer to what a true life is for.

CAWatson 6/23/2007

Marigold

Marigold, Marigold,
Where have you gone?
Marigold, Marigold,
Sing me a song.
Take me away to an enchanted place.
Where we will be happy for ever so long.

There will be fruit,
In trees of delight.
We’ll look at the stars,
And dream every night,
Of far away places,
With pulsing white light,
And we will live gently and honestly right.

Marigold, Marigold,
You are my love.
I’ll swing you and swirl you,
And hold you above.
So, dance with me sweetly as we embrace.
And know that I’ll always dream of your sweet face.

There will be children,
Upon our knee.
We can’t have only one,
So, we’ll settle for three.
We’ll fill them with laughter,
Then we’ll kiss them right after,
And tuck them in bed in a blessed manner.

Marigold, Marigold,
Sweet daughter of Eve.
You make me happy,
You make me believe.
When you put your tosseled head, upon my shoulder,
I suddenly know, I turn a little bit bolder.

Storms may arise,
Rains may fall.
We’ll have each other,
Through it all.
We’ll hold our hearts,
In each others care.
And, share our stories,
That we can’t really bare.

Marigold, Marigold,
I want you to know,
I love you when you look at me
It makes me feel a glow.
‘Cause you’re my balance, you’re my key,
There isn’t anything you wouldn’t do for me.

We shall grow old,
With silver in our hair.
You will still have that smile,
And that look, so fair.
We’ll hold each others hand
And know the memories we share,
And dance through the garden,
Without any care.

CAWatson 6/23/2007

What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have yet to be discovered.

• Fortune of the Republic (1878)  Ralph Waldo Emerson

“It’s only when we realize that life is taking us nowhere that it begins to have meaning.” ~ P. D. Ouspensky

Heaven Bound

Ah, sweet summer,
Skies of blue.
Drifting clouds,
As the thoughts of you.

We are living,
In a strange new age.
Technology thunders,
And it’s all the rage.

Superficial,  is our call.
‘Natural’ means nothing.
It’s a label
That’s all.

So, hidden in,
The realms of plunder.
I find your gentleness,
Helps my slumber.

Sweet, romantic,
Gift I’ve found.
Sweeps me through.
I’m heaven, bound.

CAWatson 6/17/2007

Summer Daze

That summer daze,
It’s makin’ me sway.
I have so much to do
And I wanna laze away.
Why does it go so fast?
Why doesn’t summer stay?
Is it because, we don’t live, day by day?

You have your troubles,
And, I have mine too,
But, I think, this summer will do.

There’s a bird in the hollow,
It’s singin’ a true song.
It’s livin’ each moment,
How did we go wrong?
Did we ask for too much?
Or was it already gone?
I think, we’ll get it, before long.

You have your troubles,
And, I have mine too,
But, I think, this summer will do.

The highway crew’s workin’,
Getting tan in the heat.
Makin’ long black ribbons,
While the asphalt burns their feet.
They’re doin’ the job,
To a slow steady beat,
Till they go home, to their potatoes and meat.

You have your troubles,
And, I have mine too,
But, I think, this summer will do.

They’re playin’ baseball,
Down at the park.
There’s no breeze blowin’,
No lift for the hawk.
But, they’ll keep hitting
And pitching till dark,
And prayin’ for that one easy walk.

You have your troubles,
And I have mine too,
But, I think, this summer will do.

The Dairy Queen’s buzzin’,
The heat’s turned on high.
The solicitors are out,
They’re bein’ real sly.
They know your business,
You can’t hide it if you try,
So, you may as well spend it before you die.

You have your troubles,
And I have mine too,
But, I think this summer will do.

We’ll take it real easy.
We’ll stay in that daze.
We’ll go to the water,
We’ll soak up the rays.
We’ll accept we’re different,
We’ll give up the rage,
We’ll start carin’, and live, day by day.

You have your troubles,
And I have mine too,
But, I think, this summer will do.

CAWatson 6/17/2007

Don’t Wanna Be Blind

I see ‘em drivin’,
With that phone stuck to their ear.
Are they lonely?
Or do they have some kind of fear?
They go out to the bars,
They drink their gin and beer.
Who they are impressing,
Ain’t exactly clear.

They got their life cut-out,
And I’m glad it’s not mine,
“Cause I really, don’t wanna be blind.

I see ‘em all gathering,
Is some one about to die?
They look at me strangely,
And I remember to wonder why.
They don’t ask questions,
When they don’t get the point,
And I think, they’re all living… a lie.

They got their life cut-out
And I’m glad it’s not mine,
“Cause I really, don’t wanna be blind.

Some one’s holding,
The deed to the place.
Now, I try not to be responsible,
I don’t want in this race.
But, they keep pulling me,
Like a dog with a bone,
And I really, just wanna be alone.

They got their life cut-out
And I’m glad it’s not mine,
“Cause I really, don’t wanna be blind.

I try to tell them,
It doesn’t have to be this way.
They keep believing,
In the politics of the day.
Now, the King is in the finances,
And in greed they all do lay,
“Cause in truth, they have nothing to say.

They got their life cut-out,
And I’m glad it’s not mine,
‘Cause I really don’t wanna be blind.

They go to the grocers,
They buy their fat and sweets.
They lean back in their recliners
They give their dog some treats.
While in their own country,
Some child is sleeping in the streets
And watch, how restless he sleeps.

They got their life cut-out,
And I’m glad it’s not mine,
‘Cause I really don’t wanna be blind.

Way back in Egypt,
They thought they were above.
There were poor folk hurtin’,
Rulers didn’t give their love.
They thought their power,
Was all they would ever need,
But it was really, the people to feed.

They got their life cut-out,
And I’m glad it’s not mine,
“Cause I really don’t wanna be blind.

I know a young man
He’ll be going off to war.
He believes in his country,
But, is he sure what he’s fightin’ for?
He wants to protect us,
But, he doesn’t want our greed,
To be…what’s keeping… the score.

They got their life cut-out,
And I’m glad it’s not mine,
“Cause I really don’t wanna be blind.

So, if you see the mailman,
Give him a smile.
Look around at your neighbors,
Have you helped in a while?
We need to start doing,
Not living a few mens’ dreams,
But, walking, our own extra mile.

They got their life cut-out,
And I’m glad it’s not mine,
“Cause I really don’t wanna be blind.

CAWatson 6/15/2007