Drive Me

Today I was asked the question "Where is your life going?"

It got me thinking about the question, does any person "know" where there life is going?

Do we plan out our lives? Or do we just play the by standard in this roller coaster life?

Can we actually "plan" out our life? or do we just try and make it go the way we want it?

Does God play a factor in planning our life?

If he does, can we alter his plan?

If we control our own life and plan it ourselves, then why doesn't it go the way we planned?

Are we actually "controlling" anything?

And if we do control our life does that mean we have some sort of power?

When do we begin to take "control" of our lives?

Does the controlling of our lives differ in our age? Or are we always somehow in control?

What kind of control do we have?

What part of our life do we control? Or do we control all of it?

Does God ever get any credit?

Why is it that when life goes "wrong" to our plan, we blame God?

But when life is good, who needs God?

Selfishly do we expect God to just make everything "okay" when things go wrong?

Can anyone rely on God all of the time? No matter what sort of ride we are on. 

Do we ever do anything for others purely just out of goodness? Or is it always deep selfishness.

Do we do things thinking we will receive something? 

Can we as people handle the fact that we can't do anything on our own?

Can we deal with the fact that we are weak?

Could you deal with someone you have never met running your life?

Belief

In this day and age does God matter?

If everyone believed in the same god would that change anything?

Would we be able to stop the war if God was the center of our beliefs?

Are humans capable of changing dramatically just by changing beliefs?

Can a human change in general?

Where do we draw the line on why we are fighting the war?

If everyone in the whole entire world decided to believe in Jesus Christ and His teachings would that result in peace?

As human beings just believing in the same god doesn't change the fact that we are selfish.

So why do we believe in God in the first place?

If believing in God didn't bring peace to all nations then what would?

Can we change our human nature?

Are we all born evil and some choose to be good?

What is good and evil?

How does a non religious person define good and evil?

If there was no law from the bible then how would you define good and evil?

Is good and evil a state of mind or an action?

If everyone wants world peace then how come we still lie, cheat, and steal?

How come everyone thinks everyone else should change and not themselves?

Would a simple agree in belief change the world?

What do you believe?

Jigsaw

Created misconceptions of a lovely love story destroyed

Unable to breathe through this smokey filled lung, dropped

Shocked and amazed by the passing time lost

Feeling discarded and trashed absorbing the impact 

All bets are off and the polls are in

Announcements awaiting for the words known

Nothing comes easily, nothing stands up

Consequences for the causing of crashing morale 

Descending to the south towards the sun

Used to be alright, what happened

I was set up, the cat got my tongue

How come I am always in the jux

Live long all the way, up to the day I die

Until then I will be waiting

Sitting, wishing for this idea of love

I'm so inside my body I can't get out

The drum beat of my pounding thumps out on top of my skin

It's on again, off again, on again, watch me fall

Squeeze me, let me burst, let me pour out

I love you more than enough

It's enough, never enough, enough

Reconciliation and rehabilitation

Sorry were under construction

You are not to be all to blame

Stretched thin, to breaking within

This house already built

Trying to withstand the summer cold wind

It's the turning point for the casino cards

Jigsaw puzzle thank you

To Be Sane

On the eve of my sanity I broke down

Fallen to the floor I picked myself up

Crawling to the door I found myself weak

My seemingly stable full proof mind split in two

Arguing aloud to myself 

Separate voices of the same voice spoke to me

My knees collapsed forward sending my body following it

On the floor I found my home 

Broken to pieces I could not mumble any words

The life long process finally came to it's finish

The concrete mote had been punctured

Call the men that carry the stretchers 

I need help someone please help

I am fallen

The tittering cliffs of depths I am lost

Angel on my shoulder demon on the polar

These are my pleas from inside my head

No one can hear me I am not alive

Living dead

In this house I can not feel

I hear laughter coming from my inner ear

Can you fix me

Pull me back to normal

Insanity is not what I want to plea

Christmas

The under lit Christmas lights on the tree glistened with a dim sadness

The boy sat and drank his hot coco staring out the frosty winter frozen window

Hoping to see the man that would one day bring his wish come true

He drifted to sleep now and again only to be woken by the cat purring at his ankles

Sitting in that rustic red wood chair covered with his mothers woven blankets

He spoke to the snow as if it were his friends telling him about his dreams

Painting little snowmen on the glass with his finger tips

His mother was asleep curled up in her bed sheets

His eyes searched the stars watching for the slightest movement

Puzzled and grim his face melted towards the floor

Looking behind him to see the plate of cookies 

Still intact he bowed his head in disappointment

Wondering about the images he had remembered he could not keep them in his mind

They would appear and vanish within seconds 

Struggling to hold on to them he became weak

Tears began to drip down over his lips settling on the back of his hand

He wiped his nose with out sniffling keeping his noise low

Looking out his window he hoped to see the man that would make his wish come true

He never asked for anything except the same thing each Christmas

All he had ever wanted was to see his father once more

Burn

The television must shine

Potatoes are taking their form

The tomatoes are undoing their makeup

Let them in, drop them in, let them wash away

Hold your breath and name them lonely

Sinking like a submarine

Only able to go under

Stuck in the bottle prevailing through the struggle

Stimulants and the bring you downs

Make these worlds go round

The brain has gone and left town

Breaking to be intoxicated

How long until the toddler ways loose their games

Lucky to make it past the high noon sun

And I ain’t no hero but that will never be me

Never be me again watching for the high noon sun

It is a torch that’s going to light this forest on fire

Light this world on fire and let it burn through to the sky

Cause the brains are waiting for something that will never arrive

Hoot And Holler

The caption of imagery concerning the category

Stated in the license should be represented with a penalty

Under going the business during the construction to the critics

Flowing through the hands of the youthful political parties

Minding the thought of the mockings using made up words

Placing in orders condescendingly laughing in the faces of the poshies

Giving new meanings to the lives we need embracing

Exploding through these ceilings sharing the ideas made in the homebodies

Vibrant colours and new world orders never the less scheming developing contractors

Exposing the new children of this revolution

Creating homes in the streets under the vast street lights

Puzzling the educated minds creating confusion in the homeroom

Disagreeing with a definition only made by the upright 

Rulers and law givers rallying the constitution of the meaning 

Mean while we create loads more to destroy the very reason they are hoot and hollering

New moldings and creative reconstructing shaping the philosophies of what we call our own

Expressing the positive energetic exploring of our fruitfulness

Embracing the questions asked associated with the after math of our talents

Accepting the pleasure that we find in the love letters and the crate canvas carriers 

Introducing some to the rebirth of the reasons we first started this life

Engulfed in the highs each one of us seek after 

Playing off one another to find more and more pleasure

We as the new people can not afford what they say we are supposed to

Instead we make it

Sounds Like Discover

Cars that go over and cars that go nowhere

Don't mind me in the slightest interest

Trains and planes and all the big crazy things

Concern me less than none minus one

Critters, bugs, and the tiny little slugs

Come short of my troubled long days

All throughout this world do I sleep on fretting

Slinging my conceptions to the bodies of vast liquid gatherings

I dreamt of a waking hour that I could say I cared about this before

Then a word washed ashore

I called out I want more, oh give me more

I saw that face peering up along the shore

That day lives were changed and things never could look the same

We had survived through his story channel

It was then that I realized, throwing me into something that I thrived

I could not live alone without her anymore

Going on I could not bare knowing that you were all my glory

We started over and imparted on this grown up journey

Packed the bags and headed to the west

Called it a quest and pressed on towards the west

You are what I call the best

Call me silly and say that I am immature but I know for sure

That you are my love bird and the honey bee that sits on the apple tree

Always and forever next to me

Store Born Story

Sitting on your balcony I watched you float like a butterfly

Catching the corner of my eye I could not look away

The smoke filled your lungs and the wine spilled down your throat

They left us deserted and uneasy

Rain trickled down the roof and made the mud fill the dirt

The weeks absence made the presence irresistible

The dogs tore down the exterior

With the walls broken we ran

This is no prime time dream

We were in the coverings and ditched the coating

Producing rain from the clouds in our head

Exploring the interior of each other

This is a story not from the store

We will be a threat

Riding on a pair of success

I wasn't ready for this plan of attack

Acting on a sentiment of sensation

The night goes on

Until Then

Holding you my minds at ease

Sailing on a pirate ship into the sun setting day

Dark night on a long highway 

Somebody is staying up late

And I'll be true 

Oh you know I will

Until heaven or until

I go home

Darling it’s great to be alive

It takes the white right from my eyes

I've chased you

And I’ll be true

Oh you know I will

Until heaven or until

I go home

Little lights in the houses

Say that someone is staying up late

I hear your blue

And I need you 

Oh you know I will

Until heaven or until

I go home

I cannot dream of a day without you

Laying in a bed I dream

I’ll have you all to myself

And I need you 

Oh you know I will

Until heaven or until

I go home